Thursday, Nov. 20, 2003 - 3:25 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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The God of Penis Patches
Well, here I am sucked into writing another entry today. First I will start with my impression of the day and the weather BEFORE I wrote the last entry (since yes, I walked the dog BEFORE getting sucked into the computer for the SECOND day in a row!!! By the way , for those of you who read the other entry today, here is an interesting article about the poverty line and Australian artists.
Today the weather felt like Hawaii if it had Canadian November... the air was ripe with the promise of rain, humid and soft like being caressed with a warm washcloth. The light wind on my face was as the feeling of having your mother rince the shampoo out of your hair with a caring hand, when you were a small child and she washed it in the kitchen sink. The air was warm and embracing and made you happy to be alive. It looked grey and dismal but was like floating in a warm bath in a stressful day.
There. Now it is changed. The wind picked up, it got colder, and now it is raining cold sheets of rain. mmm. yes, changed.
So, here is my favorite spam picture (these Penis Patch people are really persistent... having no way to unsubscribe, and sending this ad, and one other one, about 15 times daily under different guises. Are the senders being paid on sheer quantity sent out?? It is rather like a lady in a grocery store who gives free samples... giving you a new piece of the same sausage on a toothpick everytime you pass the end of the aisle again... I suppose she could say she gave out three thousand samples on a given day... but really, only about 300 people got the message. And if half of those just dropped the first one on the ground, wouldnt she be a bit nuts to keep giving them out over and over again? mmm. inefficiency. So here it is:
Hmm, he is so manly, who KNEW he had a tiny dick?? And she of course will no longer need to take her mind off it by concentrating on those massive shoulders. It just makes me look at every guy on the street and wonder if they all have these hopefully placed little patches under their clothes. I mean really, girls!! If you are making out with a guy, he takes off his shirt, and VOILA! a PATCH!! What are you going to think now? Shrinkydinky, eh!! hehe.
And such an offering of human intelligence and creativity must prove the existence of a greater intelligence having created us non?? Here is an excellent article about the ditzheadedness of Texans, and their ongoing fight to have God as Science shoved into school textbooks, in this case, biology. You know that evolution is only a theory right?? One of course, on which is based all animal breeding, all crop hybridization and bettering of plants, all genetics discoveries and testing, all medicine based on genetics etc. But of course just because humans have evolved over the past 200 years (and more... has anyone taken note of the tiny tiny size of men's armour for soldiers several hundred years ago?) is no reason to believe that they changed in the previous tens of or hundreds of, thousands of years... oh!! Sorry... you know of course that the earth is only 6000 years old, and we know from counting the begats in the bible. And humans (who of course looked like us modern Europeans, not like Egyptians 6000 years ago) ran around with dinosaurs. Any evidence to the contrary was put there by a really cunning and sneaky God. Kind of like those people who make those "uncover the dinosaur bones encased in wax" archeological dig toys. Strangely, one would believe in physical laws to prove the facts and timeline surrounding a crime for instance (ie if the dust was covering the crime scene, one would deduct that the dust accumulated over a certain period of time since the crime happened, not that some supreme intelligence intervened to depose a year's dust in the last ten minutes). But the same physical evidence cannot be used for the world in general. Hmmm. Anyhowz, people will be people.
This of course brings to mind the myth (of course we have religions in which people have faith, whereas other cultures have myths) that the earth is on the back of a turtle. And someone asked what is the turtle standing on. Apparently another turtle, which is standing on another turtle etc etc etc. Now one would ask if the last turtle is standing on nothing, then why couldnt we dispense with the turtles altogether and suppose the world itself is standing on nothing? Or if the turtle is standing on a rock, we are just stuck with the same problem. Why the turtles? and what is the rock on?
This is a sort of God problem. If it took an intelligent being to create the marvelous world, with us intelligent beings, what created the first intelligent being, God?? And if God could come into existence of his own, from nothing, well then why couldnt the world?? It seems harder for an intelligence great enough to conceive of and create the whole universe to come into being from nothing, than for the universe itself, which is of course lesser than the proposed God. Hmmm.
I personally think that if you cannot explain where is the universe that your God lives in, and it remains a mystery and you're ok with that, well then just stick to the bloody universe we live in being a mystery and be ok with that.
Well, one would think that I have been smoking something other than tobacco in my hookah. Indeed I have not been even smoking the hookah since Sue has been here... but she sent me new pics today! (Copyright 2003 Sue Marsden, of course!!)
Very pretty and decadent-looking.
On another note... here is a study which would indicate why I eat so much (excellent) chocolate... it is, as we know, affecting the same part of my brain as falling in love. But what is interesting in this rather simplistic article is that it says they are soon going to do a study on the brains of those who have recently been rejected by their partners. I wonder if I can sign up.
Here is another interesting link: consider the crime of manslaugher by drinking contest!
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... on the topic of weapons... or perhaps rather instruments of torture, check out this link to horrific scenes with lego!! I know, what would you do without me.
Well, I am going to STOP adding to this entry and go bye bye.
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