I’m in the business of question collecting. Answers are erroneous. Still, I would be remiss if I did not pass on an answer to one of my questions when it has been so adequately provided.
Thanks, Ryan. (I’m pretty sure you wrote this in and didn’t find it, given your infamously competitive nature.) But it’s a good answer, it makes so much sense.
Still, I’m troubled that I cannot know if I’m in a ‘good fight’ until after the fight is over. Makes picking my battles none the easier. Oh Christians, helpful as ever.
Any flow chart that has Underworld Influences and Teleportation both feeding into one’s Higher Consciousness seems to be on the right track towards accounting for all relevant domains.
Still, this chart leaves one question burning in my brain like a blackened, smoldering marshmallow: Who would win in a battle between my Energy Self and my Vibratory Self? I may never get a sound night’s sleep again.
My problem has always been that I have plenty of ideas, they are just not particularly good or practical. Mounting evidence of this fact is furthered by my design for a sex-toy, inspired by the ever so sensual critters I saw along the highways of New Mexico and Texas. I give you: The Armadildo.
(I’m embarrassed to post this. Saying so takes just a bit of the edge off my shame.)
…is mo’ metal, mo’ metal, mo’ metal! (I especially like that not only is this a vanity plate, but it’s the kind you get when you make a donation to help children who have been abused. Caring, compassionate metalheads unite!)
I’m curious to know the criteria which distinguishes a good fight from a bad fight, at least according to the University Christian Fellowship. Not curious enough to attend, just curious enough to say so.
I find this figurine both frightening and awkwardly adorable all at once. The black, vacant eyes are those of a souless, japanese horror movie creature. But J.C. is making the “stop right there” gesture, and I kind of imagine him breaking into the woman’s part of Paradise by the Dashboard Lights by Meatloaf.
“Stop right there, I want to know right now… Before we go any further, do you love me? Will you love me forever? Do you need me? Will you never leave me?”
Hey, that kind of does sound like something Jesus would say. Creepy cute.
I think she misunderstood what ’12 inches from the curb’ really means. Wow Gram, you lose!
Question collecting excites me. I will reflect for quite some time on even the most seemingly inane question. Gee, I hope this isn’t somehow related to my desire to do professional philosophy! Um…no, philosophy is not inane. I mean not always. Anyway…
Disregarding that issue, I am *not* a Coffeehouse Gypsy. Coffee, yes. Gypsy, yes. But unless it’s my own house, my coffee shop days are behind me!
