Ontology is the ancient art of correctly redefining all your opponent's terms so that his utter foolishness is much more easily proven. 

Gavagaiwags all round!

Depeche Mode - Somebody; Touring the Angel. Atlanta November 5th 2005

I want somebody to share, Share the rest of my life. Share my innermost thoughts; Know my intimate details, Someone who'll stand by my side, And give me support, And in return She'll get my support. She will listen to me, When I want to speak About the world we live in, And life in general, Though my views may be wrong, They may even be perverted; She'll hear me out And won't easily be converted To my way of thinking, In fact she'll often disagree, But at the end of it all She will understand me

I want somebody who cares For me passionately, With every thought and With every breath. Someone who'll help me see things In a different light, All the things I detest I will almost like. I don't want to be tied To anyone's strings I'm carefully trying to steer clear of Those things. But when I'm asleep I want somebody Who will put their arms around me And kiss me, tenderly Though things like this Make me sick; In a case like this I'll get away with it

Martin Gore / Depeche Mode
(An Essex boy who can sing for toffee)

"Hi! Would you like this flower from the church of Religious consciousness? I mean, are you registered to vote?"

Carrying the Cato Institute tote bag wasn't effective.

This seems to work:

"Are you registered to vote?"
"No, but I am lishenshed to kill."

Either they get it, laugh, and leave me alone, or they don't get it, don't laugh, and leave me even further alone.

If only it weren't on rails
Please, try the right code
Or die with icons of big white whale
And be lost forever like a pets.com.

No one lifts their heads
Most just roll their eyes
Justified with broken links
IRC just gets better and better

Meant to scale online
With nothing left but fail
I'll check it twice a day
With nothing left but fail

With nothing left but fail
With nothing left but fail
With nothing left but fail
With nothing left but fail
With nothing left but fail

Owl.

I have seen the best wives of my generation destroyed by wildlife,
bleeding hysterical plastered,
Dragging themselves up the Durham stairs at night,
looking for a fireplace stick,
Empty headed shysters burning for the ancient Court TV connection to the on street interview
in the filler slot of night.

I'm with you in Roswell,
where the espionage conferences wander
I'm with you at Metro,
where we have great typewriters for the same dreadful writers.

 a bit of a cluster....

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like love and law and poverty
Oh, these are the things that kill me


We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair ...
Oh, these are the things that kill me

The Queen Is Dead

The Cure
Charlotte Bobcats Arena
09/17/2007 07:00 PM

Section: FLOOR 1
Row: A

Curse you, champignon

After more time on hold than has actually passed since Friday, my first non-Finnish telepenis is alive and well.
I want to have Steve jobs's babies.

I picked up the ticket and ran to  the escrow agent;  there it was - a little dusty, but still as hard and dark as when left it there so many years ago.
A little twist and it snapped right in to place, just as if it had never left me. 

I took the clipboard and fumbled slightly as I  pulled the wide-grip pen from its holster.  No knives this time, not blood-signed for withdrawals,  just a few quick strokes and the deal was done:

Received:  one soul, property of Simon Edward Spero - held in escrow for duration of visit.

I stepped through the doorway, and turned to read again the words carved above its frame.  Different they were to those it carried last time:

Please take a moment to make sure you've collected any hope you may have brought on board.