Your Friday Thought Exercise
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Chris Meech wrote:
Speaking of pain, Kung Foo Fighting
Nooooooo - you b4st4rd. :laugh: I can only reply: Y M C AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
okay, that does it... I'm breaking up this fight... me and my pet dragon... His name is Puff and he lives by the sea... you may have heard of him? Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
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Marc Clifton wrote:
And the circle gets smaller and smaller, until one day, you realize you're the only one left in the room, and you can't get out.
Dividing Words.... (March 2001) When I was young and full of life My family showed me a city full And forests filled with life too The world was a very large place With so very many people in it And I cheered for the knowledge. But when I entered school Through the jeers and names and snide comments on my size I heard near every day... I learned that I was different And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At sixteen years of life grown While visiting one of my friends His sister brought a boy home One that was unacceptable For he was more like me than them On that day I learned my friend was black And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At nineteen at a university I heard a speech of fire and brimstone The words stung full of pain Calling married people sinners Without noticing the rings. Until the words turned on me For "socializing" with "others" I was damned for all time.... The words he called my friends. They stung like undying wasps And the pain did not end When the words were done. Until that day I never noticed The slant of an eye or What a turban meant. And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. At twenty I tried to describe a sound The echo of a helicopter in flight So majestic, so calm, so even The gentle "Thwop" of the blades As they cut the air to defy gravity But my teacher, whom I admired, Heard another word.... He was second generation American But born of Italian blood. I had not even known of that... "Word"... until that day. And the word hurt me Because he thought I said it. And the world grew smaller And I cried for the knowledge. ...
Wow, very nice. I've always admired people who can capture their emotions and thoughts in an eloquent manner.
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects. - -Lazarus Long
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okay, that does it... I'm breaking up this fight... me and my pet dragon... His name is Puff and he lives by the sea... you may have heard of him? Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
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Marc Clifton wrote:
When one has a child, one is occasionally forced to interact (you know, I can't type that word with a 't' at the end anymore) with people in the flesh.
I have two. I find that a surly demeanour and occassionally biting the head off one of the other parents helps me to maintain my reputation of approachable friendliness. Hey - I'm just as nice in real life as I am here.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
Pete O'Hanlon wrote:
Hey - I'm just as nice in real life as I am here.
I am nicer. Though my team would disagree. To them I am an aging sour puss with a personal grudge against mutexes. :laugh:
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(because I have to make everything worse): Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna turn around And hurt you ;P Feel free to hate me now :)
Have faith in yourself; amateurs built the Ark, professionals built the Titanic.
t7bros wrote:
Feel free to hate me now
naw, we're all "Dust in the wind" you know. ;P
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(because I have to make everything worse): Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna turn around And hurt you ;P Feel free to hate me now :)
Have faith in yourself; amateurs built the Ark, professionals built the Titanic.
t7bros wrote:
Never gonna give you up
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Speaking of pain, Kung Foo Fighting. :)
Chris Meech I am Canadian. [heard in a local bar] In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is. [Yogi Berra] Donate to help Conquer Cancer[^]
Grrrrr :mad: Stuck in my head now! :)
"Every time Lotus Notes starts up, somewhere a puppy, a kitten, a lamb, and a baby seal are killed. Lotus Notes is a conspiracy by the forces of Satan to drive us over the brink into madness. The CRC-32 for each file in the installation includes the numbers 666." Gary Wheeler "You're an idiot." John Simmons, THE Outlaw programmer "I realised that all of my best anecdotes started with "So there we were, pissed". Pete O'Hanlon
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okay, that does it... I'm breaking up this fight... me and my pet dragon... His name is Puff and he lives by the sea... you may have heard of him? Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
Kumbiya.
Chris Meech I am Canadian. [heard in a local bar] In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is. [Yogi Berra] Donate to help Conquer Cancer[^]
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okay, that does it... I'm breaking up this fight... me and my pet dragon... His name is Puff and he lives by the sea... you may have heard of him? Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
El Corazon wrote:
His name is Puff and he lives by the sea...
:laugh: Did he have something to do with lighting wicks for tornado based lady's? And she lived her life like a candle in the wind.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
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okay, that does it... I'm breaking up this fight... me and my pet dragon... His name is Puff and he lives by the sea... you may have heard of him? Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
Nope - I've finally figured it out. I know where this is. If only I knew how to find my way there. Perhaps you could help me[^] - Is this the way to Amarillo. Show me the way to Amarillo. I've been weeping like a willow, crying over Amarillo. Now - try to get that song out of your head. It's not going to happen.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
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Nope - I've finally figured it out. I know where this is. If only I knew how to find my way there. Perhaps you could help me[^] - Is this the way to Amarillo. Show me the way to Amarillo. I've been weeping like a willow, crying over Amarillo. Now - try to get that song out of your head. It's not going to happen.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
Pete O'Hanlon wrote:
Now - try to get that song out of your head. It's not going to happen.
never had that problem with that song.... Now all my exes live in Texas... that one gets stuck...
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Mustafa Ismail Mustafa wrote:
So you're wondering on the strategy to pare down the lounge to the vanillas?
No, I was trying to subtely point out that we thrive in diversity and die in uniformity/conformity. Marc
That was subtle?? Oh, sorry I mean .. That WAS subtle!
I'm largely language agnostic
After a while they all bug me :doh:
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Chris Meech wrote:
Speaking of pain, Kung Foo Fighting
Nooooooo - you b4st4rd. :laugh: I can only reply: Y M C AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
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ChrisKo wrote:
War? What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing. Say it again. Nice one - good choice of song, and one I don't mind reverbing around my noggin.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
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Let's say you're in a room with a 100 people, and you're stuck in that room, but you can make other people leave. So, at first, getting rid of the people that are idiots or don't agree with you or have other value systems is easy, because the diversity factor is high. So, you get rid of the extremists and you're left with a more moderate bunch of people. Everything is fine... ...for a while. And then what happens? Well, some of those people that were moderate originally are now the extreme within an even smaller circle of more moderate, more vanilla people. Out they go! And the circle gets smaller and smaller, until one day, you realize you're the only one left in the room, and you can't get out. What would you do differently, if you could go back in time? Marc
Not enter the room.
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Marc Clifton wrote:
When one has a child, one is occasionally forced to interact (you know, I can't type that word with a 't' at the end anymore) with people in the flesh.
I have two. I find that a surly demeanour and occassionally biting the head off one of the other parents helps me to maintain my reputation of approachable friendliness. Hey - I'm just as nice in real life as I am here.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
Pete O'Hanlon wrote:
I find that a surly demeanour and occassionally biting the head off one of the other parents helps me to maintain my reputation of approachable friendliness.
I find it interesting, that most of the parents in my son's class, well, they could be added to leckey's list. Conversely (and this is the wierd part) I like parents of younger kids much more. At the bus stop there are two 5th graders (really great kids) and I really really like their parents (one runs the B&B in my sig and the other a farm down the street), and we've gotten to be close friends with both. And even more ironically, I enjoy talking with the parents of kids that aren't even in kindergarten yet! Maybe I enjoy the more youthful, full of hope and enthusiasm that the parents of young kids express, whereas highschool parents, yuck. Here's a metaphor--the younger parents are skipping and hopping and singing down the meadow lane while the highschool parents are plodding along in the muddy rut left by the horse-drawn carriage. I'm not a "rut" kind of person (not to confuse with rutting). ;P Marc
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Kumbiya.
Chris Meech I am Canadian. [heard in a local bar] In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is. [Yogi Berra] Donate to help Conquer Cancer[^]
You utter, utter prick. We've only just begun to live, White lace and promises A kiss for luck and we're on our way. And yes, We've just begun. Before the rising sun we fly, So many roads to choose We start our walking and learn to run. And yes, We've just begun. Sharing horizons that are new to us, Watching the signs along the way, Talking it over just the two of us, Working together day to day Together. And when the evening comes we smile, So much of life ahead We'll find a place where there's room to grow, And yes, We've just begun.[^]
Software Zen:
delete this;
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Let's say you're in a room with a 100 people, and you're stuck in that room, but you can make other people leave. So, at first, getting rid of the people that are idiots or don't agree with you or have other value systems is easy, because the diversity factor is high. So, you get rid of the extremists and you're left with a more moderate bunch of people. Everything is fine... ...for a while. And then what happens? Well, some of those people that were moderate originally are now the extreme within an even smaller circle of more moderate, more vanilla people. Out they go! And the circle gets smaller and smaller, until one day, you realize you're the only one left in the room, and you can't get out. What would you do differently, if you could go back in time? Marc
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Let's say you're in a room with a 100 people, and you're stuck in that room, but you can make other people leave. So, at first, getting rid of the people that are idiots or don't agree with you or have other value systems is easy, because the diversity factor is high. So, you get rid of the extremists and you're left with a more moderate bunch of people. Everything is fine... ...for a while. And then what happens? Well, some of those people that were moderate originally are now the extreme within an even smaller circle of more moderate, more vanilla people. Out they go! And the circle gets smaller and smaller, until one day, you realize you're the only one left in the room, and you can't get out. What would you do differently, if you could go back in time? Marc
I'd play human draughts. Best player stays, the rest of us go out and find a bar.
regards, Paul Watson Ireland & South Africa
Fernando A. Gomez F. wrote:
At least he achieved immortality for a few years.
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Let's say you're in a room with a 100 people, and you're stuck in that room, but you can make other people leave. So, at first, getting rid of the people that are idiots or don't agree with you or have other value systems is easy, because the diversity factor is high. So, you get rid of the extremists and you're left with a more moderate bunch of people. Everything is fine... ...for a while. And then what happens? Well, some of those people that were moderate originally are now the extreme within an even smaller circle of more moderate, more vanilla people. Out they go! And the circle gets smaller and smaller, until one day, you realize you're the only one left in the room, and you can't get out. What would you do differently, if you could go back in time? Marc
Marc Clifton wrote:
What would you do differently, if you could go back in time?
Root all the good looking ones before I kicked them out.
Michael Martin Australia "I controlled my laughter and simple said "No,I am very busy,so I can't write any code for you". The moment they heard this all the smiling face turned into a sad looking face and one of them farted. So I had to leave the place as soon as possible." - Mr.Prakash One Fine Saturday. 24/04/2004