Dechristo

On the road between Jackson and Hoback Junction, a patrolman pulled me over for erratic driving due to the same cause. When the officer approached and looked in my downed window, my girlfriend's face was as red as the Datsun's paint.

"I got two out of three!"

CC is morphing into FarseBook. Or, has it always been. Waiting on the movie: CC - Social Network

My maternal grandfather served in both The Great War and WWII - his HAM radio moniker was "Retread" in reference. Both his sons served also, in WWII: Tony in the Pacific theater, and Bud in Europe, a tail gunner on a B-17 - one of the lucky few with that job to make it home. They all made it home.

...and I thought this thread was about Boeing's biggest sale in history - something like 90 @ 777s - in Dubai.

Too, self-interest can be completely opposite notions for different individuals. Nature and nurture combine for endlessly disparate ideals. Us being social creatures is at the heart of the matter. Otherwise, there'd be no other who would care to gainsay another's choice.

Right. Good presentation. One of my longer-standing arguments is that little, if anything, performed by humans has altruism at its heart. Most all we do has self-interest ("it makes me feel good to do...", "my reward comes later on", etc.) as promotion. An irony in Rand's philosophy is the best that can be done for everyone (altruism) is to look toward one's own interest.

She, like many, wrote of idealism, but lived in the real world, at odds with her ideals.

By the age of 40 years, most guys will have spent in excess of $900 on at least one labial feline.

Jon's avatar pic would be better.

rather, "post"?

What is it? The twenny-fifth page?

he wants to loupe her navel jewel?

Mine lingus donned by indigenous fare, only.

I heard about that 19th century cookbook from Borneo.

plumb forgot aboot the top-o'-page snaffle tradition.

hear, hear!

I suppose you're right. It's not in keeping with the normal manana posture.

he got something

How about flag star numbers earlier in the twentieth century? I just played a gig last Friday in Tucumcari for New Mexico's Centennial celebration. and then there's Arizona who didn't take off her indian braids until late.

Take off with your aspersions of makems and fabrications. Goddam tarp stealer, anyways...

y'all sound like auctioneers.

A proclivity of scriveners.