10-21-2003, 02:50 PM
Hmmm... In reply to the Troll...
Get with the conversation. At least be an interesting troll... Tell me, do you have poofy hair and can you cram a pencil up your arse? Do people rub your belly for good luck? Both of your replies here have fallen flat. First, you made a poor stab in the dark, and now, well, who knows. AYN RAND... Not Ann... Was an Objective Internal Pragmatic Existentialist. When and if you ever go to college you will understand what those big scary words mean. I mentioned nothing about her and Zen. You created that connection in a rather futile attempt to incite some sort of reaction, which you have. So... Get with the program. Say something at least mildly interesting... Put up or shut up. Come on... You can do it... I can almost see that troglodyte furrowed brow bunching up and your hackles rising in anger because you have been exposed... You can do it... Take your best shot. Contribute something of your own if you are some sort of rational being capable of any sort of higher thinking. Do you even know what Zen or Existentialism is? Or do those big words frighten you? Do you feel the need to ridicule those who use such big adult words around you and confuse you? Would you rather we make posts like "See Spot run!" ?
And in reply to Occhi... The telephone was carried by Dr. Timothy Leary Ph.D. He was probably on acid the whole time, which is of course, not surprising. Who knows who he was really talking to. IIRC, it was a little red plastic telephone. Might have been a toy, or, might have been the real thing just unplugged from the wall. My memory is not quite as good as it used to be, but, I think he carried it around with him every where he went for about a whole year or so. I am not sure if you were feeding your head back during that time or not, so you may not know about his activities. I will put nothing past you though, as you are a very naughty rogue.
Yesterday I received the special edition DVDs (3 of them) of the Matrix Reloaded that is available from the movie club that I am a member of. It... was interesting. There are some special features that are available only to the members of said club. I spent from about one o' clock last night to about seven am this morning watching the whole bloody thing. I am now more convinced then ever that I know how this will end. Morpheus should be turning into a butterfly soon, his time as the caterpillar is nearly over. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum had a "Neat Trick" all right. Freeway scene was pretty cool... **Shrugs** I liked the first one better. Good film all things considered. Too much wire fu. Sex scenes were gratitious.
So... Who remembers the glitch in the Matrix in the first movie, indicating that something was about to happen? You know, the scene in the apartment building? How many people spotted the second glitch in what has to be the second layer of the matrix? I am not saying when or where... But it's there. Look for it. Somebody changed the program. Nice touch.
Get with the conversation. At least be an interesting troll... Tell me, do you have poofy hair and can you cram a pencil up your arse? Do people rub your belly for good luck? Both of your replies here have fallen flat. First, you made a poor stab in the dark, and now, well, who knows. AYN RAND... Not Ann... Was an Objective Internal Pragmatic Existentialist. When and if you ever go to college you will understand what those big scary words mean. I mentioned nothing about her and Zen. You created that connection in a rather futile attempt to incite some sort of reaction, which you have. So... Get with the program. Say something at least mildly interesting... Put up or shut up. Come on... You can do it... I can almost see that troglodyte furrowed brow bunching up and your hackles rising in anger because you have been exposed... You can do it... Take your best shot. Contribute something of your own if you are some sort of rational being capable of any sort of higher thinking. Do you even know what Zen or Existentialism is? Or do those big words frighten you? Do you feel the need to ridicule those who use such big adult words around you and confuse you? Would you rather we make posts like "See Spot run!" ?
And in reply to Occhi... The telephone was carried by Dr. Timothy Leary Ph.D. He was probably on acid the whole time, which is of course, not surprising. Who knows who he was really talking to. IIRC, it was a little red plastic telephone. Might have been a toy, or, might have been the real thing just unplugged from the wall. My memory is not quite as good as it used to be, but, I think he carried it around with him every where he went for about a whole year or so. I am not sure if you were feeding your head back during that time or not, so you may not know about his activities. I will put nothing past you though, as you are a very naughty rogue.
Yesterday I received the special edition DVDs (3 of them) of the Matrix Reloaded that is available from the movie club that I am a member of. It... was interesting. There are some special features that are available only to the members of said club. I spent from about one o' clock last night to about seven am this morning watching the whole bloody thing. I am now more convinced then ever that I know how this will end. Morpheus should be turning into a butterfly soon, his time as the caterpillar is nearly over. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum had a "Neat Trick" all right. Freeway scene was pretty cool... **Shrugs** I liked the first one better. Good film all things considered. Too much wire fu. Sex scenes were gratitious.
So... Who remembers the glitch in the Matrix in the first movie, indicating that something was about to happen? You know, the scene in the apartment building? How many people spotted the second glitch in what has to be the second layer of the matrix? I am not saying when or where... But it's there. Look for it. Somebody changed the program. Nice touch.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."