Random Thoughts, Quotes, and Nonsense (Caveat Lector)

But I guess the Food Network had to make room for more of the Rachel Ray-esque “Cooking with Campbell’s Soup and Frozen Chopped Onions” type of shows. Seriously, why is someone who can’t chop an onion even on the Food Network? The only good use I can think of for a bag of frozen chopped onions is to bludgeon Rachel Ray.  — Alan L. Kiste (the Husband)

“Those who do not think about their own sins make up for it by thinking incessantly about the sins of others.” - C. S. Lewis, God in the Dock

“The language we use derives from and contributes to particular values. So let’s stop having Church. Let’s stop going to Church. Let’s be the Church, the People of God. Worship is a verb, not a noun. It’s sure as hell not a commodity.” — Kyle Potter

I think the best case is that Management is actually evil. The worst case is that they’re just terribly incompetent. - danno

“Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.” - Brian Spolarich
(I have no recollection of saying this, but I’m quoted as saying it, so who am I to argue?)

Date: Thu, 28 Aug 1997 16:31:55 -0400
From: peter honeyman
Subject: Re: GeeK: Re: kerberos t-shirts

> Gosh, you're _old_! :-)
of course! it takes a lot of time to do all this shit!
- peter

You know, there is nothing more awful than seeing a family torn apart by something as simple as a pack of wild dogs. -Jack Handy “Deep Thoughts”

Moderation is for monks. - Robert A. Heinlein

When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean–neither
more nor less.”
“The question is,” said Alice, “Whether you can make words
mean so many different things.”
“The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be
master– that’s all.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Magick is the Art of changing conciousness with accordance to Will. -A. Crowley

“If homosexuality is a disease, then lets all call in queer to work.” -Robin Tyler

“When I came out into society I was only fifteen,
and even then I knew the position I was condemned to, namely to keep quiet
and speak only when spoken to, gave me the perfect opportunity to listen
and observe. Not to what people told me, which was of little interest,
but to whatever it was they were trying to hide. I became a virtuoso of
deceit, I practiced detachment. I learned how to smile while under the
table I stuck a fork into the back of my hand. I had to devise ways of
escape no one’s ever thought of. You men can ruin our reputations with
a single well-chosen word. You cut through that which we must painstakingly
undo stitch by stitch. To rid ourselves of you we must allow you to think
you are the one ridding yourselves of unwanted chattle. In addition I
did extensive reading, and it was not of the sort you might suppose. I
read philosophers to see what I should think, moralists to see how I should
feel, and novelists to see what I could get away with. And in the end
I distilled it all down to one wonderfully simple set of principles: Never
write letters, get them to write letters; only flirt with those you intend
to refuse, it lends you an air of invincibility while allowing you to
slip off undetected with the lover of your choice; and Win or Die. It’s
that simple. When I want a man I have him. If he wants to tell he finds
he can’t. From the begining I have known that I was born to dominate your
sex and avenge my own.” - Choderlos De Laclos, Dangerous Liasons, (as spoken by La Marquise de Merteuil)

“Pain’s a sturdy bookmark” -Todd Mulder

In the freshman English class, a young student submitted a paper containing the sentence:

“The lady was descending the stairs when she tripped, fell, and lay
prostitute on the floor.”

The professor circled the offending word and added this note. In his Anguished
English, Richard Lederer reports that this note has been attributed to
William Lyon Phelps and others:

“My dear young lady, you must learn to distinguish
between a fallen woman and one who has temporarily lost her balance.”

” Disobedience was Woman’s original Virtue.”
the Erisian Liberation Front by way of Siubhan http://www.siubhan.com/

Once the whole is divided, the parts need names.
There are already enough names.
Once must know when to stop.
Knowing when to stop averts trouble.
Tao in the world is like a river flowing home to the sea.
- Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching, #32

Don’t Fade Away - Dead Can Dance
Don’t fade away,
my brown-eyed girl.
come walk with me,
i’ll fill your h

and we’ll dance through our isolation,
taking solace in the wisdom we bestow.
turning thoughts to the here and everafter.
consuming fears in our firey haloes.

stay watch with me
“mean watch,” you say.
i’ve heard that innocence
has lead us all astray.
but don’t let them them
make you or break you:
the world is filled
with their broken and empty dreams.
silence in their only virture,
locked away inside their silent screams.

but for now
let us dance away,
this starry night
filled with the glow of firey stars,
and with the dawn our sun will rise
ringing with the symphony of her pride.

don’t bring me down
let me stay here for a while.
you know life’s too short
let me bathe here in your smile.
i’m transcending
the Fall from the Garden.

Severance - Dead Can Dance

Severance
The birds of leaving call to us,
yet here we stand
endowed with the fear of flight.

Overland
the winds of change consume the land,
while we remain
in the shadow of summers now past.
When all the leaves
have fallen and turned to dust,
will we remain
entrenched within our ways.

Indifference,
the plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs
in the shapes of things to come.

In his Bostan, Saadi of Shiraz stated an important truth
when he told this miniature tale:

A man met another, who was handsome, intelligent, and elegant. He asked
him who he was. The other said: “I am the Devil.”
“But you cannot be,” said the first man, “for the Devil
is evil and ugly.”
“My friend,” said Satan, “you have been listening to my
detractors.”

- Idries Shah Reflections, (taken from Burke, James / Ornstein The Axemaker’s
Gift)

‘She put her hand out to the machine. “I hope you
will not have cause to regret this,” she said, smiling.
It gripped her hand gently. “Regret is for humans,” it said.
She laughed. “Really?”
The machine shrugged and let go of her hand. “Oh, no. Its just something
we tell ourselves.”
- Iain M. Banks, Against a Dark Background

Trogdor the burninator!
Trogdor was a man….
he was a dragonman….
maybe he was just a dragon….
but still he was TROGDOR!!!
Trogdor comes in the NIIIIIIGGGHHHHTTTT!!