lottery: it's like the stock market . . . for poor people!
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lottery: it's like the stock market . . . for poor people!
Why, I guess it is!!
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Not-so-random thought: I try to have as much respect as possible for my fellow readers and bookworms, but this Harry Potter chaos seems a little out of control. Prudently, I avoided all bookstores and libraries on Saturday (the day of its release), but thought to take the risk yesterday - yikes! The rudeness of some people! Very wisely, the bookstore administrators organized the newest Potter books near the cashier registers, but this did not prevent such turmoil from numerous kids running and screaming, concerned mothers and fathers purposely cutting through long lines (and arguing over the fact), and readers of all ages getting in ridiculously heated debates of the movies versus the books.
Dear Harry Potter fans, what you purchase consists of a book (or film), Harry Potter and his friends consist of fiction, and, most of all, the first copy printers made no different from the last copy - there should exist no race, and your bickering, or your child's bickering (though, I think, Rowling intended the book for children, as Harry Potter remains in the 'Children's Literature' section) will not allow you to purchase the book quicker.
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LOL mono, I can imagine the scene at the bookshop!
Ah I'm joining you in the lottery plan then... Though I have 4 months time (IF I actually start doing something about my final paper...). But I can feel the void already.Quote:
Originally Posted by kilted exile
(in 3 weeks time it will be the highest point of summer holidays here LOL...feels so strange to think of anyone in the same emisphere being involved in any kind of activity ;))
Edit: forgot: I like your new avatar kilted :)
Random thought of the day: why did I become addicted to shopping? I have enough clothes to survive for like 3 weeks without washing anything but I wouldnt run out of clean stuff... Go figure. And yet I bought a tshirt I'd probably wear twice cos I dont look that good in such narrow clothes :blush: But it was so cheap... That qualifies me as shopaholic I guess :(
Random though n°2 (which follows number 1): why is it so hard to find trousers? Everytime I come home from the shopping convinced that I need to lose weight, but that depresses me, and what gives me happiness in depression? Food. Especially chocolate....
Random thoguht n°3 (which again follows): in one shop I asked if they had a bigger size...they explained me their range of sizes and it turns out that the biggest one they have is smaller than the size I usually wear. Now ok I'm not thing but I'm not even that huge... there's something wrong with this world. (cos most shops with young/cheap stuff are pretty much the same as that one).
Darling, didn't you hear? Oh, I wish I could find a link to it, but a man killed himself because of a spoiler (plot giveaway) to the new Harry Potter book...that is just pathetic. :alien:
lol... i wonder if the spoiler was true....
oh by the way... Harry Potter dies in the next one.
A bit more serious random thought of the day:
Some lovers make far better friends, and, in such a case, a compromising, unconditional friendship often seems the best answer. If the other would prefer the friendship, then one could guarantee the purest of all companionships, as the most rewarding friend would persist, tolerating the other friend through every state of mind; if the other prefers no contact, however, then neither the relationship nor potential friendship deserved value. In essence, if that divine word, intending so much more than understood, and transcending all, love, ever existed, some form of commitment would remain.
No worries, not even Dante and his inspiration of Beatrice (in The Divine Comedy) had a romantic relationship, but reportedly had a beautiful friendship.
It can be painful to settle for only beautiful friendship with the one you love.
I prefer friendship to (LOL) love.
But after all, they're both meant to have an end, so that doesnt really make a difference. But after it's over, a friend probably gave you more than a lover, so you're left with more. Or probably more to hurt about.
I mean ok, in my current state of mind I'd be more positive but I just can't forget my theories about friendship and love. Possibly the biggest influence on my life has been my best friend's betrayal, now 6 years ago. Basically, I know how it feels to be dumped, despite not having ever been in a serious relationship. So beware, your best friend can turn into your murderer.
who was it that said "God save me from my friends - I can protect myself from my enemies."Quote:
So beware, your best friend can turn into your murderer.
Anyway my random thought is I was suprised to find that I can quote hamlets to be or not to be speech from the beginig till "shufflle off this mortal coil"
Most people accept it as a proverb, but I think Martin Luther made it famous. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Trust is a delicate thing, and it's hard to know when it should be given, said the lady who gave her trust to the wrong people.
I need cheering up! Where's Dancing Nana?
:banana:
Nana ol' boy, it's been a rough week in cyberspace. What do you say to a six-pack of something imported and a little Billy Bragg?
:banana:
I knew you'd say that! :cool:
and if you bury me, add
three feet to it
one for your sorrow, two
for your sweat
three for the strange
things we never forget
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on
------------
and if you bury me, dig
three feet, add
five litres of water
and so many seeds
that it is enough
create a new world
and kill me again
Wow good one Taliesin...I was exactly noticing your absence in the past days!
I read that just a few days ago, and now I can't remember...it was someone more ancient than MLK anyway... maybe some Latin or even Greek guy... I wish I remembered where I read it...Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Oh, no, I meant Martin Luther:Quote:
Originally Posted by Koa
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontl...pic_luther.jpg
. . . not Martin Luther King Jr. (I get them easily confused, too, though both, brilliant minds):
http://www.newsroom.ucr.edu/images/releases/942_0.jpg
ihihi sorry...I thought I had read Martin Luther King...but I was in a hurry... LOL (and as another excuse I can say that my mind added the 'King' cos the other one for me would be Lutero in my native language :P)
who wrote that?Quote:
Originally Posted by Taliesin
Some random thoughts I found elsewhere:
Why the sun lightens our hair,
but darkens our skin?
Why you don't ever see the headline:
"Psychic Wins Lottery"?
Why "abbreviated" is such a long word?
Why Doctors call what they do "practice"?
Why you have to click on "Start"
to stop Windows 98?
Why lemon juice is made with artificial flavour, while dishwashing
liquid is made with real lemons?
Why the man who invests all your money is called a "Broker"?
Why there isn't mouse flavoured cat food?
Who tastes dog food when it has a
"new & improved" flavour?
Why Noah didn't swat those two mosquitoes?
Why they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?
Why they don't make the whole plane out of the material used for
the indestructible black box?
Why sheep don't shrink when it rains?
Why they are called apartments when
they are all stuck together?
If con is the opposite of pro,
is Congress the opposite of progress?
Why they call the airport "the terminal"
if flying is so safe?
The first one is song lyrics by Chris Eckman.Quote:
Originally Posted by imthefoolonthehill
We had it in our signature for some time in another forum.
The second one was written by Krafinna de Kraax/Countess de Crow, a person in that forum. We suspect a connection.
thanks. Scheherazade those are great cartoons... not funny in a gary larson way or anything, but wonderful.
Ah, you describe so well how I feel about the man I was together with for 10 years. We were okay lovers. I loved him to bits all the time, but we also hurt each other a lot. We had different dreams, different ambitions.. but had trouble letting each other go. Now we are very, very good friends. And somehow this friendship is more 'pure' and better than what we had the last 2 years or so. Most friends think I am a bit weird for still wanting him as my best friend.. but I can think of him in no other way. He is too special NOT to love, even when he is with someone else.. and I would never have him for my lover again.Quote:
Originally Posted by mono
Thank you for understanding my feelings so well ;).
Quote:
Originally Posted by mono
That's funny, are you looking in my windows at night or something?? How do you know the guy I've been sort of dating and I just decided we make better friends then daters..
How long is it since I said I didn't want to get close to people I met online anymore, and most of all not to meet them? Well today I met a guy I knew online cos I was going to his city for some business, and anyway all people from that site know each other in person cos it's about sharing music passion so they go to concerts etc... Well it was fun, I had met by chance some people I knew so we spent the day all together and so the real people kinds mixed up with someone I met online (whom I didnt know well anyway, like I dont know that well those other people). Kinda weird day but so nice.
Women are weird!
I mean think about it for the first 20 years of our live we try and look older then for he rest of your life your trying to look younger !
Weird
LOL Nightshade you're right!!! :D
(though I'm currently tyring to look as old as I am and hate those who think I look like a teenager...:S)
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Why can't people understand, and most of all accept, that it can be possible to make friends, and even lovers, online? If they are so lucky to have a real life and be satisfied with it in terms of personal relationships, why dont they leave others alone?
I was at a dinner party last night and a girl mentioned something about a girl who found a bf online... Why can't they understand that we're not weirdos but just people who share interests and through that can get really close? Sure it's not the same as in real life, and getting a lover that way can be problematic, but it's not like we're all mad people in random chatrooms asking are-u-male-or-female and can-you-send-me-ur-pic all the time... we talk, we share, relationships of closeness can be built... and sometimes take far away...is it so wrong? I dont want to have to hide for all my life the fact that I enjoy to meet people online because not always in real life I find those who can share my interests and points of view...or just because I like to write to people...
In Hungary I realised that real life can be as fun, and now i have much less problems in meeting new people... but still, I can't help enjoying my online friends and sometimes even meet them... but I usually keep all this as secret as I can to people I know, cos they'd look down on me in such a way...is it so wrong? :(
Been there, done that :lol: :nod:. So one of us is that mad :brow:... Had to say I was bored pretty soon. It was like going to a bar and only talking to guys with just one thought on their minds.. Who can not even articulate this one thought beautifully :rage:. Haha.Quote:
but it's not like we're all mad people in random chatrooms asking are-u-male-or-female and can-you-send-me-ur-pic all the time...
If it is I like being wrong a whole lot :goof:.Quote:
is it so wrong?
Seriously: I actually think you can learn a lot about people just by reading the sentences they write, the style they choose and the subjects they 'talk' about. It can give me a feeling of closeness that I don't have that much in so-called 'real' life. It does not replace my other relationships.. but it does give me friendships I value a great deal.
so then what we need to understand isn't so much a random enchantment of our interests, but an evanescent quality of desintigration - an everpressent time capsule which pervades our ever feeling as we spiral deeper into this intense feeling of compassion towards the quasimodos of our day.
Something that should never seem a random thought: avoid poetry.com, for honesty's sake!
Yesterday, I spent some time with my younger brother. I never knew he wrote poetry, but he handed me a very familiar letter from poetry.com, reporting that he earned a position as a semi-finalist in their poetry competition. For long, I have known the scam, and, before then, fell for it myself, having once received the precise letter. My brother felt extremely proud, smiling lots, and nearly bragging; needless to say, I felt horrible to tell him the truth, though he did not feel too crestfallen, and the poem, I told him, read impressively well, regardless.
Poetry.com = :flare:
i see how this works, the addiction that isn't acknowledged, but is most widespread enimates from every radio where people use words they don't understand.
And there, so there, I think they're being a pear.
How shocking this morning.
I woke abnormally early this morning, not quite having the ability to sleep, so I crawled out of bed, played some classical music, and picked up my book, Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace, to read for a while.
My apartment overlooks a relatively busy road, and, having lived in the city for so long, I have adapted to the sound, but I heard a loud screeeeeech, crash! I ran out on my balcony, seeing two cars totalled, beyond repair, dialed 911, and told the dispatcher the necessities.
Luckily, no one seemed hurt, other than looking very frightened, but, after making the phone call, having a bird's-eye view of the event seemed really interesting - everyone's reactions, what the nearby cars did in response (many stopped to help, and a few, I think, also called 911), and, still, how kind and forgiving the two people in the cars interacted.
Fortunately, this always seeming a busy road, emergency services arrived very quickly, though no one looked physically harmed.
thank goodness they were okay! what a fortunate ending to a scary event.
my radio was turned on by a friend this morning, and it was too loud for me to sleep, but i was too tired to turn it off. and then, when i thought i couldn't take it anymore, but knew i couldn't possibly move, it lowered its volume by itself! how fortuitous was that?!
i don't understand :confused:
if it is known that a basement on campus harbors roaches the size of one's outspread hand - or at least the thumb (i am not exagerating) - wouldn't the school invest in borax or something??? halfway through my physio exam, scurrying on the floor caught my eye and i, traumatized, gasped in air with such inarticulate force (& cave-person-like gasps) and clung so dearly to my lab stool that my fellow classmates thought i was having a medical emergency - and i was still shaking a half-hour later!!!
:lol:
okay, but it wasn't funny then. and i was so scared! and whywhywhy? we aren't down south where i'd expect a palmetto bug or two to be overly neighborly and forward. and why a kinesiology building? why not the cafeteria? (perish that thought, though...)
bugs that annoy do nothing but destroy as we lift the depression off our lives and are left with superficiallity. I'm doing fine and did you see the new movie and go to the grocery store where i saw such a cute dog.
http://us.news1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com...195c4273d20b9fQuote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
<meek hint> Don't they have any with Schroeder? (spell?) </meek hint> :angel:
roadkill smells bad.
Kids :D
thanks :p
Yesterday, I happened to forget my cell phone somewhere, and did not have it for most of the day. Truly, I enjoy receiving phone calls from friends and family, but it felt somewhat pleasant yet alarming simultaneously. The fact surprised me how attached much of modern humankind has gotten to technology over time; my cell phone seems a relatively simple one, as opposed to recent ones - no camera, text-messaging, etc., but only having the ability to call people and receive calls. How would the world seem without telephones, stereo, television, Internet, and computers, as things seemed before the time of their inventors.
Not surprisingly, I felt strangely uncomfortable without my cell phone, and missed a few calls, but it certainly helped me notice attached we have evolved toward what we have created.