Since we're on the subject of armpit hair in general (and who the hell knows when the conversation will swing back in this direction...), I have to share a little story.

Years ago, I used to subscribe to Rolling Stone. Right after Steve Clark had died, the magazine caught up with the remaining members of Def Leppard and did an interview with them. I flipped to the article and began reading; the article starting off with a nice page-sized picture of the remaining members, minus drummer Rick Allen. I noticed it, but didn't think anything of it at that moment, so I keep reading. I turn the page, and stare at another page-sized picture, and there's Rick, shirtless. Missing his arm. With armpit hair.

You know, I knew he only had one arm, and naturally, he didn't shave. But I never put the two together until it was abruptly put in front of me like that. Man....(shakes head, dazed) It was like moss growing on the side of a tree, you know? Just kind of took me by surprise.

Anyway...

Where is the truth or intelligence in saying there is no god? "Is there a god?" is a yes/no question that can't be logically answered either way. By claiming there is none you are expressing a belief in an answer without evidence to support it. (That's basic dilemma logic: if you can't conclude either way you simply do not have an answer - there is no biased burden of proof.)

The difference between Sarah Palin and a belief in God is debunkability. Will there be death panels? Nope. And my imaginary sister is very unhappy that you called her unintelligent because of her attachment to Iggy Basalt. Some girls love teddy bears without prejudice ya know...

I think the way to move forward is to chip the boulders to what they were before the moss gathered and fossilised, not to smash them to smithereens as they have been unashamedly wont to do to others in their way.

(FTR: I'm agnostic) >> ^chilaxe:


Truth and intelligence matter to a lot of people also. Shouldn't we respect those values as well? Or is Sarah Palin not a legitimate target for criticism just because her views are important to a lot of people?
Regarding the pet rock, I doubt it's in children's best interest to not raise them to be intelligent.
Surely the answer is to move society forward.

*canada for Ms. Moss

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http://lyrics.wikia.com/Damien_Rice:I_Remember

I remember it well, the first time that I saw
Your head 'round the door 'cause mine stopped working
I remember it well, there was wet in your hair
I was stood in the stair and time stopped moving

I want you here, tonight I want you here
'Cause I can't believe what I found
I want you here tonight, want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down

I remember it well, taxied out in the storm
To watch you perform and my ships were sailing
I remember it well, I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mind

Want you here tonight, want you here
'Cause I can't believe what I found
I want you here tonight, want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down
'Cept you my love
'Cept you my love

Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
And hope that my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
Paper mache

Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
This is love, this is porn
God would forgive me
But I, I whip myself scorn, scorn

And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember December

And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?

For document management on windows, use Sharepoint. The only caveats are that it requires Windows Server, and an MSSQL database for storage.

Windows Server comes with Windows Sharepoint Services out of the box. It's not quite as good as MOSS, but very good for basic document management tasks, and doesn't require any additional licensing.

Don't use SVN for document managment. SVN isn't meant for opaque binary documents, it's meant to handle text files (source code.)

What do you think of the Mossad connection theories, Dwarf? The five dancing Israelis?
Suspicious, to say the least. http://www.rense.com/general64/moss.htm

Fixed and thanks.

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*dead

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You mean I finally get to do my first *quality? Woohoo! Drinks are on me.


Ok, so this was years ago, and I was at a friend's birthday party. I had lost a significant amount of weight because I would bicycle everywhere, and I hadn't been out drinking. So I decide, damnit man, ahm Scah-ish, and I'm goun ta drink meh ancestor's drink! So I get a fifth of Cutty Sark and start doing shots. Now, not having ever tried Scotch but once prior to that night, I have to tell ya. It's liquid peat moss. Or maybe just Cutty Sark is. I don't know. But as with any liquor, once you get the first few shots down, you don't even taste or care anymore. So I proceed to drink about more than 1/2 the bottle, as well as a few beers...

So let me lay the scene for you here. We've got a small 1 bedroom apartment crowded with about 30 people. The stereo is up high, and after about 3 hours, I've made it to a chair at the dining room table. I start to get dizzy, so I put my elbows on the table, interlock my fingers and rest my chin in my hands, as I'm looking out into the room. And EVERYTHING is going up and down, in and out, and swirly. You know, like a merry-go-round? I can also hear every word at each of the conversations which were taking place around the room, as well as in whatever song was playing at the time. I don't even remember who eventually was around me but people were saying stuff like "Oh man, look how white he is!" "Dude, you need to go to the bathroom..." And I'm going "No, it's ok. I'm not gonna puke...I'm not gonna"

The last thing I saw was vomit shooting through my interlaced fingers.

So what do you do? Just put yourself there for a minute. Your that fucked up and you just start throwing up. Yup, I cupped my hands together to lean forward and make a bowl with my hands.

Now, physics was the LAST thing on my mind at this point. I forgot a critical variable: volume. Needless to say, I got. it. everywhere. All over the cake, in the ashtrays, people's cigarettes, in people's drinks, on people. Someone told me later I looked like a fire hydrant with an obstruction in the way. Luckily almost everyone there was a friend, so I survived a potential beating. (But at the cost of the ribbing I still take to this day )

So they throw me in the bathroom. Now, I'm conscious enough to know that I don't want someone pissing next to my face as I bow before the Porcelain God, so I lock the door. And promptly pass out. Eventually I finally wake up enough to open the door, and am promptly hauled out passed the line that formed, and am unceremoniously dumped on the bed. The only recollection I have of the rest of the night, is waking up several times lying face down, my hands and arms in the "goalpost" formation, and my head to pointing to the left. Have you ever gotten tired of lying in one position? I lifted my head, just to turn it to the right and got the whole Ferris Wheel action from before. So I kept passing out unable to turn my head.

Next morning, incredibly, I had no hangover. However, that is the only night in my life where I have no recollection of events. You could say I blew the dog and I'd have to take your word on it.

Ah well...it's good for a laugh.

Humming Bird

by D.H. Lawrence


I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.

Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of Matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.

I believe there were no flowers, then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.

Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.
We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time,
Luckily for us.

lol @ Ronn Moss, looks like he's wearing some strange hybrid between a pair of speedos and a mankini.

>> ^Hanns:
Firewalls stop virus infections? :rolleyes:

NERD!

You're so old you make the moss outside my house seem young!

I wouldn't think that a gold statue of Kate Moss needed more than a few ounces of gold...