in interesting times. We can load up Mozilla or Opera, type in almost
anything preceded with WWW, and almost always hit a web page. We
can go to google or seach-engine-X, type in most any word from the
English language, and be buffeted with tens of thousands of pages.
not going to say that these myriad of web pages are totally worthless.
I can do without the splatter ad campaigns, the dead donkey porn
sites, and the millions of words spewed into blogs, but I cannot
really judge. If you have fifteen bucks or so, you can have your
own domain name. Hell, you can go to any 'free' web service, click
a few times, enter some trivial data, and be well on your way to
being another grain of sand. And that's the beauty of the Internet,
it is like a long beach, full of sand, full of possibilities.
a site rises above the rest. It becomes a mecca that the other grains
of sand are drawn too. Slowly, that site builds up and becomes a
castle. It becomes something that is defined, that people notice,
that people love, or that people hate. That's how the Internet works.
Some site draws other sites to it, and communities are formed. Links
are exchanged, friends are told, blogs are filled.
a truly great site. Not only because you are one of the biggest
sand castles around, but because you influence the other people
around you. Whether you make them laugh or whether you are making
them shake their fists in bitter hatred, you accomplish the point
of art. You make people think. You make people ponder. To bolster
my point, I give you this William Carlos William's
Wheelbarrow so much depends upon
with rain water
the white chickens.
what it is all about, Sir. Thank you for reading, and kudos.
Two women are identical in every way. They were born minutes
apart, in the same hospital, to the same mother and father.
Yet they are not twins. What is their relationship.
this "hate" mail.It' s not. So don't bother trying to come
up with "clever" answers. I'd be too dumb to understand. But
I 'd like to share (don't you hate that term) something someone
told me once. (It may have been one of the Rightous Brothers
or one of the "Twisted Sisters.) "It doesn't matter what you
think about Jesus, as long as you think about him. And you
seem to think about him a lot."
That being said,
Here's a little quiz for you. Only one person I've ever known
figured it out (without hearing it first). I didn't get it
either. I thought you might have some fun with it. Two women
are identical in every way. They were born minutes apart,
in the same hospital, to the same mother and father. Yet they
are not twins. What is their relationship.
Blessings to you
.Whoops, I meant to say Curses on you.
Okay, I know the
answer is "They're 2 of a set of triplets" but I think you
should change the answer to:
"They are triplets,
but two of them decided to be Born Again when the 3rd died
in the hospital of AIDS and went to hell."
That'd be much
Sorry. I don't
get it. Do mean they were "born again" as "accepting Christ
as your PERSONAL saviour," or do mean born again as in reincarnation?
If they reincarnated, why didn't they just all come back as
healthy triplets? I don't know, here, normalbob. I don't think
AIDS is funny and I truly hope you don't have it and this
is your way of venting anger at the universe. Congrats on
getting that riddle. I' felt so embarrassed and humble when
I couldn't get it -- and I have a Masters degree (implying
only that I can think through problems).
I'm really not that clever, so you might find corresponding
with me a bore. To tell the truth, you aren't that clever
either. Or maybe I'm just not clever enough to recognize how
clever you are. You did get that joke, and that's points for
you. But your other stuff is at times just silly and juvenile.
Hope I didn't hurt your feelings. DIdn't intend to..
best friend died of AIDS...
Bob. I'm 57 years
old. I'd like nothing more than to tuck you in bed, read you
a wonderful story that you love., kiss you goodnight on the
forehead and tell you what a good boy you are and how much
I love you. Because you are worth all these things.
PS. My best friend
died of AIDS and take my work for it, it's not funny.
Oh no, you're one
of THOSE people. Yes, you've definitely taken all the "funny"
out of that one.
Maybe I should
just throw in the towel and stop with all the jokes. More
people need to be a little sadder about things and see just
how serious and painful life can be sometimes.
Oh and by the way,
I had a friend die of triplets so your little riddle wasn't
appreciated either, so there.