CharlieDesRosiers

22 candles, JL. Try not to burn down the house.

Lindy, JL, Sugar, Kuma, Goodsy, Strawberry, and enigmatic Seth, I am having an utterly smashing day so far. Thank you, Darlings. I hope to subject you to my ridiculous birthday whims later tonight in chat. Cheers to you, too, Pale

Oh, Seth. How sweet. I was expecting a charming rendition of this song: "Happy Birthday, you're not special. You're getting older and not much better. We all want to embarass you, That's why we're singing this song. So, Happy (expletive deleted) Birthday, You're not special." (New Happy Birthday Song? - NoFX)

Oh, you guys. I blush the crimson fury of birthday glory. Thank you, my darlings. I feel so special!

Mmmmm... soup.

Isn't it obvious? Women are the enemy of all that is good and holy in the world. You poor, poor heterosexual men. I'd organize a parade to extol the virtues of men, but I'm busy fixing my hair up to go ensnare the attention of a man who will never appreciate me. I swear, there just aren't enough hours in a day. (Setheus, Honey, the seams on your nylons aren't quite straight. And those kitten heels do nothing for your legs.)

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Macbeth (act V, scene V) William Shakespeare

Happy Christmas, my lovelies.

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in And stops my mind from wandering Where it will go I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door And kept my mind from wandering Where it will go And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right Where I belong I'm right Where I belong. See the people standing there who disagree and never win And wonder why they don't get in my door I'm painting my room in a colorful way And when my mind is wandering There I will go. And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right Where I belong I'm right Where I belong. Silly people run around they worry me And never ask me why they don't get past my door. I'm taking the time for a number of things That weren't important yesterday And I still go. I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in And stops my mind from wandering Where it will go. (Fixing A Hole - The Beatles)

I wasn't playing nice at all.

Oh, Snow. You delightful creature. You nice friend Charlie will explain everything. The whole point of this thread was to draw attention to World AIDS Day and offer a few ways of helping those in need, because as people alive on the earth today the epidemic affects us all in one way or another. How this ended up being a debate about preventing AIDS, chastity, fidelity, and using our personal standards to judge which people deserve our charity is a matter beyond me. In that respect, I'm just as puzzled as you are. I don't advocate mass murder, Darling. I was using a device you seem to be quite familiar with. Snark. Cheer up. Let's be friends.

Hardly ever, huh? Well, that's good enough for me. Let's just horde all the HIV positive people into camps and systematically kill them. That would work, too. Then we could live our saintly lives in peace without any of this homosexual nonsense. Have a heart, Snow. I'm talking about helping those who suffer. Regardless of their sexual orientation, politics, or past. That's all.

Very well, Ray. Very well.

How can I disagree with someone so free from compassion? You're quite right, Seth. When the clouds part and God beams you up to the mothership, remember to put in a good word for the mere mortals below. If we all lived in germ-free plastic bubbles, a lot of things would be preventable. Waving your finger at someone who is sick and telling them they should have known better is not going to help them and it's not going to make them accept their fate sheepishly, knowing that you're right and they're wrong. Besides, it isn't the point. The point is that people need help, and people need education. I don't understand how anyone can be adverse to that.

I see. Oh, is this the part where I'm supposed to laugh? Heh. There. How'd I do?

It's that philanthropic time of year again, Ladies and Gentlemen. http://www.amfar.org/cgi-bin/iowa/index.html http://www.avert.org/global-fund.htm I strongly encourage everyone to get involved with their local reputable HIV/AIDS charitable organizations in any way they can. Donate your time, donate your money, lend a hand. AIDS isn't just a matter for the homosexual community to deal with. The virus doesn't discriminate and neither should we.

Now, now. I happen to have a certain amount of affection for your aircraft carrier/nose.

Magic, Pumpkin. Magic. I should have thought that much was obvious.

Did I or did I not tell you, Seth? I was right. Your reputation has reached near-mythical proportions. Hop on a plane and come to Maine. You owe me a muffin, Muffin.

Stoics (100%) Jean-Paul Sartre (91%) David Hume (87%) Nietzsche (87%) Ayn Rand (83%) Thomas Hobbes (76%) Kant (71%) Cynics (70%) Spinoza (60%) John Stuart Mill (46%) Aquinas (45%) Epicureans (43%) Aristotle (40%) Prescriptivism (40%) Jeremy Bentham (37%) Nel Noddings (36%) Ockham (28%) St. Augustine (28%) Plato (27%) That was enlightening.

We only call you that behind your back, Seth.

Always keep an eye on the newspaper. You never know when there might be a guest lecture at the local university, a new exhibit at a museum, or something going on at the library. Just recently there was a travelling Shakespeare company passing through these parts. They put on Much Ado About Nothing at the university in the style of 1940s WWII America complete with music. It was brilliant and cheap. If only somebody had picked me up, bought me a $5 sandwich and taken me there on a date. That would have been something special. I guess the best advice I can give is this: know what your date would like, and make sure it's something classy, entertaining, and of some substance. Pretty faces age, but with a little luck mental capacity will outlive a pretty face.

That is very diplomatic and very sound advice and I thank you for it, Pushka. It's pleasantly unusual to be welcomed in so quickly and unquestionably. I feel quite at home already.

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