[m4w] as if
Jan. 20th, 2004 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiatoday's meditation is in regards to how one can be paralyzed by "what if"s and "if only"s.
this can be filed under "typical human need to restate the obvious" which is a category because we can forget things so quickly. (I vaguely remember stumbling across some study explaining why forgetting is necessary, but, I forget the details.)
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mad cow aside, are there any horned animals that naturally eat meat?
(as in antlers. not tusks. jeeves suggests that some animals have both, and they sometimes eat meat, which only infers that the rest typically don't.)
thought of this during the commute when I noticed someone wearing a hat that is shaped to have horns. quite the trend now, even at hat optional temperatures.
Serendipitously, paisley sent me an email pointer on another story about how a vegan diet violates the least harm principle. He didn't even know of my haranguing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wandelrust at red bones last night.
I was more acidic than usual. Still seething over The Intolerant Tranny who was so offended by Stoner Fluxx not only has it stopped playing any Looney Games, but it considered it a concession to not return the used games and demand a refund. (My brain inevitably dropped to match the decreased tolerance, mentally switching from "trans" to "tranny" and "she" to "it".)
I'd already OD'd on utter lack of social clue at breakfast, when Eric Raymond could not remain silent during a conversation about religion with Tim Powers, and kept an undercurrent of annoying Atheist Mantra muttering "Not testable" etc. No, I don't want to hear about your Atheism either, it takes all the magic out of knowing you.
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Luckily I have plenty of pages left in my holiday scrapbook, which is really rather spiffy, (gives me a ridiculous sense of accomplishment,, a la the NIN scrapbooks, and almost motivates me to finally get all those bags of "someday journals" done).
galestorm's holiday postcard arrived late. As pretty as the blue snowflakes were, I was a little bummed that it wasn't the Egyptian theme I'd gushed over. But that postcard arrived over the weekend. Yay!
donnad didn't have a chance to deliver holiday gifts prior to Arisia: Godiva truffles, and a Women's Wit Mini Daily Calendar. Ooooh, and I'm glad I sought a url, else it might've been months before I realized it was magnetic! My cube walls are magnetized, sort of. Flat fridge art magnets sometimes can't hold themselves up. It's taken most of the classic architecture ones to hold up a photo of my niece. The calendar magnets are small, but potent. 345 little sheets of glossy paper, a plastic frame, and a bunch of proof slips so far. Yes! (Would likely still work on top of a few yards of something to de-beigify my cube, which should happen Real Soon Now.)
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Since this also offers a daily pearl of wisdom, should I creatively combine it with the [m4w] entries? Once there, why not throw in the Close-To-Home daily cartoon calendar?
Therefore, today's advice:
What Ifs.
Untwisting one's panties.
A podiatrist's vehicle with wheels of feet, so the truck is essentially walking funny.
Work with me here.
this can be filed under "typical human need to restate the obvious" which is a category because we can forget things so quickly. (I vaguely remember stumbling across some study explaining why forgetting is necessary, but, I forget the details.)
::
mad cow aside, are there any horned animals that naturally eat meat?
(as in antlers. not tusks. jeeves suggests that some animals have both, and they sometimes eat meat, which only infers that the rest typically don't.)
thought of this during the commute when I noticed someone wearing a hat that is shaped to have horns. quite the trend now, even at hat optional temperatures.
Serendipitously, paisley sent me an email pointer on another story about how a vegan diet violates the least harm principle. He didn't even know of my haranguing
wandelrust at red bones last night. I was more acidic than usual. Still seething over The Intolerant Tranny who was so offended by Stoner Fluxx not only has it stopped playing any Looney Games, but it considered it a concession to not return the used games and demand a refund. (My brain inevitably dropped to match the decreased tolerance, mentally switching from "trans" to "tranny" and "she" to "it".)
I'd already OD'd on utter lack of social clue at breakfast, when Eric Raymond could not remain silent during a conversation about religion with Tim Powers, and kept an undercurrent of annoying Atheist Mantra muttering "Not testable" etc. No, I don't want to hear about your Atheism either, it takes all the magic out of knowing you.
::
Luckily I have plenty of pages left in my holiday scrapbook, which is really rather spiffy, (gives me a ridiculous sense of accomplishment,, a la the NIN scrapbooks, and almost motivates me to finally get all those bags of "someday journals" done).
galestorm's holiday postcard arrived late. As pretty as the blue snowflakes were, I was a little bummed that it wasn't the Egyptian theme I'd gushed over. But that postcard arrived over the weekend. Yay! donnad didn't have a chance to deliver holiday gifts prior to Arisia: Godiva truffles, and a Women's Wit Mini Daily Calendar. Ooooh, and I'm glad I sought a url, else it might've been months before I realized it was magnetic! My cube walls are magnetized, sort of. Flat fridge art magnets sometimes can't hold themselves up. It's taken most of the classic architecture ones to hold up a photo of my niece. The calendar magnets are small, but potent. 345 little sheets of glossy paper, a plastic frame, and a bunch of proof slips so far. Yes! (Would likely still work on top of a few yards of something to de-beigify my cube, which should happen Real Soon Now.)::
Since this also offers a daily pearl of wisdom, should I creatively combine it with the [m4w] entries? Once there, why not throw in the Close-To-Home daily cartoon calendar?
Therefore, today's advice:
What Ifs.
Untwisting one's panties.
A podiatrist's vehicle with wheels of feet, so the truck is essentially walking funny.
Work with me here.
