CharlieDesRosiers

I'm all for people smoking outside. It's proper, polite, and considerate. The thing that I find most upsetting is the shocking lack of shelter or overhead cover for smokers. It's part of the vice that one should go outside and deal with the rain, snow, sleet, hurricanes, excruciating sunlight, etc. in order to have a cigarette, but I think it's just plain cruel to deny smokers a simple awning just because they really ought to kick the habit, anyway. Yes, smokers are killing themselves. Yes, they know it. But the respiratory infections and the general malaise that comes with diminished oxygen saturation, added to the light of reason,... well, it makes them grumpy enough as it is. And you'd be grumpy, too, if you were they. For the same reasons we don't kick a man when he's down, nothing good will come of scolding smokers for smoking. I'm considering starting a campaign with bumper stickers that read: Have you hugged a smoker today? Anyone want to help me with my vision?

Heather, that is exactly what I thought when I first heard this! I told my mother that I thought JK Rowling must have gotten her hands on a time-turner, and planted this document about Judas in order to give us a clue about the seventh Harry Potter book. When she finished laughing, she agreed that it was a distinct possibility. (I am such a geek.)

Uh-oh. I thought I was just having good self-esteem all these years, believing in the almighty power of me. These sorts of quizzes are awfully entertaining, though. Thanks for bringing it to our attention, Jason. Satanism 96% agnosticism 79% atheism 79% Buddhism 58% Islam 46% Paganism 42% Judaism 25% Christianity 17% Hinduism 4%

Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Singles Awareness Day, Happy Wonderful People Day, and Happy Giggle-Squeeing Love Day! Today I dissected a fetal pig! It was so exciting and loads of fun. But when I cracked open those wee little ribs and cleared way the membranes to expose the wee little heart and lungs, a thought occured to me. It was this: Life is short, And guts aren't pretty; So let's hug ourselves, And get real giddy. (I think we can all appreciate the relevance of this mind-shattering revelation.) So, I recommend we give ourselves a pat on the back and take some time to commend ourselves for all of our hard work.

1. What time did you get up this morning? 11 AM. 2. What do you prefer diamonds or pearls? Pearls. The black kind. 4. What is your favorite TV show? There are many. House, the CSIs, Criminal Minds, American Idol, Survivor, Little Britain. I watch a lot of television. 5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Just a pot of perfect french roast coffee, black and served in a matching mug. 6. What is your middle name? No comment. 7. What is your favorite food? I like a nice (lean) medium-rare steak, with a baked potato (with butter and sour cream and all), and green beans. And for dessert I like pumpkin spice cake with french vanilla frosting. 8. What foods do you dislike? I hate green peppers, red peppers, and yellow peppers. And I hate buttered peas. I also I hate barbeque sauce and corn. 9. What is your favorite chip flavor? Salt and Vinegar. 10. What is your favorite CD at this moment? A System of a Down burn that I made myself. 11. What kind of car do you drive? N/A 12. What is your favorite sandwich? Roast beef and mozzarella on white, with lettuce, lightly salted cucumber slices, tomato, and lotsa mustard. 13. What characteristic do you despise? I have no patience for impracticality and melodramatic sensibility (think: Marianne Dashwood). 14. What is your favorite item/outfit you like to wear? I like to wear jeans, sandals, a tank top and a sweater. Possibly with a big orange scarf. 15. Where would you like to travel? I'd like to see Paris one day. 16. What color is your bathroom? White, of course. 17. What is your favorite brand of clothing? I'm a devoted Victoria's Secret shopper. Yes, they do clothes too. 18. What location would you like to retire? I'll never retire. 19. What is your favorite sport to watch? The Spanish sports channel during soccer season is fantastic. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! 20. What is your favorite sport to play? I like to swim and run. 21. What is your goal in life at this moment? At this moment, I want to get through my exams unscathed. 22. When is your birthday? January 4th. 23. Your favorite flower? I like the flowers of the goldfish plant. Bright orange, waxy little things in the shape of wee fishes? What's not to love? 24. Are you a morning or a night person? Night owl, most definately. 25. What was your childhood dream of becoming? I wanted to be a writer. And in a way, I still do.

George winced and ran his hands through his hair. Another day, another migraine. He was convinced that the stabbing pain in his head had everything to do with the irritating feminine warbling coming from downstairs, and nothing to do with that concussion he had last year. The one where he fell out of the window, cracked his head open, and lost all recollection of the events of an entire week. George's old friend would laugh at such a tale. But now that he was here (and George could only speculate as to why exactly that was), things were beginning to look up. Ol' Georgie poured himself a brandy and settled in his easy chair with his copy of Milton's Paradise Lost. "Immediate are the acts of God, more swift Than time or motion; but to human ears Cannot without process of speech be told, So told as earthly notion can receive (7.176-179)." "Yes," he mused to himself, "everything worth knowing is diminished in the telling of it." With a sniff and a smirk only a mother could tolerate, Mr. Butler returned to his work and his drink and waited for the pain in his head to subside.

*gasp!* Oh, no!

Oh, I can't wait for the Academy Awards! There's this really beautiful film I'll be cheering for. Perhaps you've heard of it? It's about two human beings who fall in love.

"The intelligence of the masses is not to be respected or relied upon." (Han Fei Zi) Let's all hold hands, agree that we believe our opponents are deficient, and try to carry on more tactfully in the future. Why? Because there is never a time in polite society (despite how questionably polite it may seem at times) wherein one is permitted to say what they really think. We were all socialized and taught to chew with our mouths closed, to say 'please' and 'thank you', to sit up straight and fold our napkins in our laps. Isn't tact just as important? Perhaps we ought to consider reviving the lost art of civilized disagreement so that everyone may feel more at ease.

George Butler was entirely too preoccupied to pay any attention to the venerable Mrs. Fournier. Not only had he fallen victim to his favorite pastime, but he had also fallen victim to his favorite song. I'm a little teaPOT, short and STOUT! Here is my handle, here is my SPOUT... George grated his face into the oriental carpet with gusto. It reeked of tea and feet and dust and other inexplicably comforting things. George knew he wasn't an ordinary sort of man, but he did have his principles. And those principles currently involved the vigorous introduction of his drooling face to a carpet of unknown origins. George mumbled sweet nothings through a mouth that was never able to form words correctly, as Madam Fournier rattled on about something silly. Women. You could never count on them to take anything seriously. George didn't mind Mrs. Fournier so much. She seemed to have made up her mind about him almost immediately and that never resulted in actions of any relevance to himself. Nevertheless, he chastised himself absent-mindedly for not behaving more respectably, and allowed himself a moment of sincere regret as the door slammed shut angrily. Lifting his drooling chin from the carpet and opening his unfortunate eyes, he resolved for the millionth time to behave more dignified-like as picked himself up off the floor. George began to shuffle back to his room as swiftly as possible. It was easier to hear raucous female altercations from such a vantage point, sure as kittens' yawns stink. George chortled and snorted at his own wit. It was going to be a beautiful day.

I'm a Libertarian, too! Your PERSONAL issues Score is 90%. Your ECONOMIC issues Score is 70%. Behold my complete lack of shock and surprise.

Although the aforementioned "liberal positions" are clearly negatively over-simplified for adequate dramatic effect,.. for the sake of playing along? Yes. I find that I do agree with several of them.

1. Secular Humanism (100%) 2. Unitarian Universalism (99%) 3. Liberal Quakers (87%) 4. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (82%) 5. Nontheist (72%) 6. Theravada Buddhism (71%) 7. Neo-Pagan (66%) 8. Taoism (53%) 9. Bahá'í Faith (52%) 10. New Age (51%) 11. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (43%) 12. Reform Judaism (42%) 13. Mahayana Buddhism (41%) 14. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (40%) 15. Orthodox Quaker (36%) 16. New Thought (34%) 17. Sikhism (30%) 18. Scientology (29%) 19. Jainism (28%) 20. Jehovah's Witness (28%) 21. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (28%) 22. Hinduism (18%) 23. Seventh Day Adventist (16%) 24. Eastern Orthodox (9%) 25. Islam (9%) 26. Orthodox Judaism (9%) 27. Roman Catholic (9%) Hooray! I'm officially a heathen! World peace, cookies, and equality for all!

Someone can correct me if I am wrong but I believe bling is referring to jewerly! Bling isn't JUST jewelry! Bling refers to the big, shiny, gaudy, heavy, diamonds set in platinum. Diamonds are also referred to as 'ice'. If you are wearing a lot of diamonds, you are 'dripping in ice'. Mmm....ice. Ice is nice, eh, Ninja-Pants? Diamonds are the best gift. Not only do they show that someone can afford to love you, but they're also a great investment! If the relationship doesn't work out, you can get compensated by selling your bling! Monetary compensation eases heartbreak like nothing else.

I think the doll is a brilliant idea. Cultural assimilation is barbaric.

My great-grandfather, Charleston Warrington Nye IV came to the United States from Canadia when he was 37 and a half years old. He always had fond memories of his homeland. More often than not, Grandpa Charleston could be found sitting in his easy chair, wearing a floral dress, drooling a little, and mumbling something about the renegade moose resistance guerilla fighters who thought he knew too much about something. He'd always say to me (in his rare lucid moments when I happened to be visiting) "Girl! You must not let them find us! The moose! The moose! They've learned our secrets!" Hahaha... yes. Grandpa Charleston could never remember my name. Which was amusing considering I was named after him. Nevertheless, that old man taught me a lot about life and the harsh realities thereof. When he was crying, chewing his fingernails, and urging us all to "shut up" lest the "moose" track us down and "enact their unholy revenge", I think what he was really trying to tell me was this: life is too short to waste time supposing how different people are. People are people. And it's ridiculous to think that any one group of people is better or worse than any other. Why? Because everyone is equally terrible.

Without Snow I'm sure we'd all forget how to breathe and thereby extinguish ourselves. Rude and offensive comments are good for the constitution. Or so I've been lead to believe.

Jason, don't they call that being a "nit-picker pickin' gnats"?

I'm sorry.

Bat your eyes girl, be otherworldly, Count your blessings, (edit) Whats so wrong with being happy? Kudos to those who see through sickness Over and over and over and over and ooh She woke in the morning She knew that her life had passed her by And she called out a warning, Dont ever let life pass you by I suggest we learn to love Ourselves before it's made illegal When will we learn? When will we change? Just in time to see it all come down... Those left standing will make millions Writing books on the way it should have been When she woke in the morning, she knew that her life had passed her by And she called out a warning, Dont ever let life pass you by. Floating in this cosmic jaccuzi, We are like frogs oblivious Soon the water, starting to boil, No one flinches, We all float face down She woke in the morning She knew that her life had passed her by And she called out a warning, Dont ever let life pass you by. (Incubus - Warning; with my emphasis)

Admire me, admire my home, Admire my song, here's my coat. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. This land is mine, this land is free, I'll do what I want but irresponsibly. It's evolution, baby. I'm a thief, I'm a liar, There's my church, I sing in the choir: Hallelujah, Hallelujah,.. (from Pearl Jam's Do The Evolution)

I try not to speak until spoken to. I should have thought that much was obvious. *scoff* Honestly,..

That was certainly entertaining. Hooray for being somewhat rational, huh?

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. (T.S. Eliot, the last four lines of The Hollow Men)

Thanks, Dollface. *insert emoticon-free grin here*