Originally posted by Great Big Stees"may i please excuse myself from this overly intellectualized thread or is the correct word 'recuse' myself from this thread?" ~child anon
Come on coquette we can do it just stick out that chest and say, "Fear not Iceman, we will never let you down"...or something like that...paraphrasing allowed eh?
Originally posted by coquette"19 Jul '09 23:26 to 18 Sep'15 = 5 years and 2 months or 62 months;
on the other hand. . .
9,482 posts / 62 = 153 / month on average since Miss STG was born.
question you must ask yourself is have i done my part to provide
her nourishment or did i already give at the office." ~child anon
Originally posted by coquetteYa mean like an ostrich sticking it's head in the sand?
Page 2! A serious development in the undeniable looming fate. Let us ponder the implications as this ceases to have a presence. Alas, now that it is gone we might all just move on. Out of sight, out of mind. Next?
okay, so we have the head in the sand and being stuck in a revolving door. we have yet to find ourselves a good chess metaphor. is this the mother of all stalemates? is this the father of the game of being stuck? is this the final thread to end all threads?
what can we glean from this? might we presume that the physicists are wrong and that the arrow of time can move backwards? is the second law of thermodynamics wrong?
nay, say i. i, for one, believe that so long was sentences can be constructed without capital letters and punctuation is fluid the sticky thread game shall remain or for what remains of the grains of sand but to stick to the soles of our feet between our toes as we walk this endless path fighting off the old ennui when suddenly you stand there before me with the sun shining upside down
Originally posted by coquetteMan, I thought I was stuck before but now? Well I need to rethink the meaning of this thread and that may, just may, take a while. Boy that was soooo deep. I knew I shoulda taken Philosophy 102....damn.
okay, so we have the head in the sand and being stuck in a revolving door. we have yet to find ourselves a good chess metaphor. is this the mother of all stalemates? is this the father of the game of being stuck? is this the final thread to end all threads?
what can we glean from this? might we presume that the physicists are wrong and that the arrow of ...[text shortened]... hting off the old ennui when suddenly you stand there before me with the sun shining upside down