And now that Sex is history, Sarah wants to spend even more time with her adorable son. <- Hrm, she should think about that? :)
I slowly came to realize that this Oracle did not dispute the movie's vision of hell on Earth--He was just quibbling about which level of hell. Not the seventh ring, he seemed to say. Just the second or third.
"How can you be bored? You're being transported between universes. Not only that, you only have a few hours to live. What do you want, dancing girls?"
Would a Neanderthal conclude that we must be unintelligent because, searching our nuclear reactors, she could find no chippings from flint cores? <- An interesting thought.
"You screwed somebody else. You wanted a divorce. I disagree with everything you do. I don't even understand how you feel about me." <- I feel like this sometimes.
"Yeah. But you're here. And as long as that's true I know I haven't yet lost my soul."
Here I am fishing for a space-time wormhole. On any other day this would seem unusual. <- What, not a normal day in the continuum?
"Most universes will be short-lived, probably on the scale of the Planck time."
"How long is that?"
"Ten to power minus forth-three of a second."
"Not even time to make a coffee, huh?"
"I'm heating up. These universes aren't long lived enough to allow our suits to dump their excess heat." <- Label manufacturers beware...
"I bet that's one situation that isn't covered by the manufacturer's warranty."
"Maybe the matter here didn’t' form stars, but just imploded into..that. Do you think it's a good sign?"
"I don't know. I never was much of a tourist."
"A billion billion. Round numbers."
"That is, he could believe he thought of it himself. I'll talk to (her). That's what women do." <- Funny, that...
"I would love, in three years, to have a shaved head, 30 tattoos, a plane and seven children...and three lovers. I'd be thrilled." <- Angeline Jolie, long range plans. :)
"I don't like to look at myself in the mirror, because I am so much hotter in my mind." - Pamela Anderson. <- *cough* I wonder.
---This is an entire article. My comments will be bolded...
Eats, Shoots & Leaves by Lynne Truss
Why did you write this book?
I did a radio program about punctuation, and it was while were making it that I realized I did care, quite strongly, about these things. We interviewed the man who runs the Apostrophe Protection Society. We went for a walk, looked at signs, and he pointed out how many were badly punctuated. By the end I was telling him that he should start a militant wing and that I could lead it.
How sad are you to need a protection society for punctuation. Even furthermore, what the fuck would a militant wing do?
What is the state of punctuation today?
It's pretty dire. Internet and e-mail encourage people to be much more informal. Now everyone says, "It's only an e-mail, it doesn't matter if I don't know where capital letters go."
Can you give us some examples how bad things have gotten?
The film Two Weeks Notice. The should have had an apostrophe after Weeks. I saw an enormous sign in a record store which said "This Seasons CDs." It was three fight high and didn't have an apostrophe. That's wrong.
Okay. Two Weeks' Notice. Right. But come on. Don't you have anything better to do?
What have you done to correct these mistakes?
For Two Weeks Notice I stood on a chair outside a London cinema with an apostrophe on a stick held it up in the right place. I feel responsible for making others notice. They are transformed from perfectly happy people to very unhappy people who are aware of the dire state of punctuation.
Guess not. You have nothing better to do. I don't think people are as transformed as you think...
What does the title mean?
It's a punctuation joke. A panda goes into a cafe, has a sandwich, pulls out a pistol, shoots into the air, then leaves. As he exits, the waiter asks him why he did that. The panda tosses him a poorly punctuated wildlife manual and says, "I'm a panda, look it up." The waiter does and finds, "Panda. Large black-and-white bear like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."
You really need to get out more.
So. In the book I just finished reading, a lady looses her cat, and posts a reward for him. Someone brings a cat that looks like him back, although there's a slight difference in colouring about the face. At first she is gleeful to have her cat back, but soon realizes the mistake.
Me, well, I don't think she really likes her cat. I couldn't ever mistake my cat for another cat. EVER. Even cats that look like him coloring wise. No. And I haven't seen 'my' cat in years. Specially cause I have his ashes in a box. I miss him.
Anyways. The point is that how come certain people are just better at pattern recognition? What in our makeup allows us to take in all this sensory input, even things that are ephemeral such as movement, personality...and come up with a quick-matching algorithm of 'known' or 'unknown'. I'm sure it has something to do with our evolution as hunters, and continues to serve us by allowing abstractions that help us learn...but...
Still. How could you mistake a cat that isn't yours for your own lost 'beloved' cat?
So. I've got this third shift job. I would rather work 1st, but they pay me more on 3rd, the bastards. Hopefully I get this job at the school corporation, because then I can get away from this place and all its stupid bullshit politics and crappy infrastructure. And of course get immersed in new ones, but that's okay. I'll have a year or so before they get on my nerves. ;) I can pray, anyways.