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2005 17 June :: 5.22pm
I'm Lithaladhwen
Lithaladhwen: My mother said she just ate at a restaurant called "Massa's."
Lithaladhwen: She said the service was fantastic.
Lithaladhwen: When I asked, she said, "No. They did not call me Massa at Massa's."
CGNakibe: Heh.
CGNakibe: You had to ask, eh?
Lithaladhwen: Come on. Of course I did.
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Jaganshi
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2005 5 June :: 12.31pm
Sometimes I wish I had something to talk to people about besides RP... but I guess I should be grateful that nothing is going on. What's that old Chinese curse? "May you live in interesting times."
So, while I may be very boring to the rest of you for a while, I'm content with the lack of excitement for the moment. Nothing much will happen up here this summer... nothing good. So, if I ever throw down a really long entry you'll know that something bad has happened and I've decided to be interesting again.
So. Voila. Another post.
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Jaganshi
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2005 3 June :: 4.26pm
The Slippery-Slope of Same-Sex 'Marriage'
And to balance us out...
Logical Fallacy: Slippery Slope
I'm not trying to start a debate here though one would be fun, I'll not deny. I'm simply passing on an interesting connection. I can't believe the article proclaims its own key flaw so proudly, like a neon sign that says, "LOOK! We don't fully understand logical argument!"
At some point when I'm really really bored I'll go through and find as many of the formalized fallacies as I can in this article. Right now I'm just content to read it and laugh. I feel if even one person is offended by this journal post (either by the article posted or my scornful attitude), I've done my good deed for the day.
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Jaganshi
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2005 3 June :: 12.28pm
Cut tag to preserve you from angsty introspection
Read more..
The Angel
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head. ~William Blake
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