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Name: April
Interests: My husband. Good books. Africa. Philosophy. Song lyrics. Imagination. Social theory and economics. Justice. Coffee. Love. Grace. What makes people tick. Memories. Black and white. Small southern towns. Shopping. Laughing. Being cozy. Seeing the world.
Occupation: Wonder
Industry: Revolution
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Member Since:
4/5/2005
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| Like Martin Luther, I nail my theses to the "door."
1. When Scotus called God rational, he was referring to God's internal constancy with His own character, not an external measure of reason.
2. Women are used in advertising as purely aesthetic objects, form beauty divorced from ontological value (see Von Hildebrand), which has and will have continually increasing ethical ramifications.
3. Human rights do exist, contra Alasdair MacIntyre, but they do not exist because humans are owed anything simply by virtue of being human (a la Thomas Williams), but rather through the authority of God as creator.
Ok, so there you have it, the theses of my three term papers. Yes, I am getting married in three weeks, but these are all that is in my little brain right now. MUST FINISH PAPERS.
In the words of FedEx Ground: "WORKY WORK! BUSY BEE!"
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| "The invention of the teenager was a mistake. Once you identify a
period of life in which people get to stay out late but don't have to
pay taxes, naturally no one wants to live any other way."
Judith
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Wow... two Hiltons and Nicole Richie. That kinda sucks.
But hey, Liv Tyler! Jennifer Love Hewitt!
I think this is a self-esteem generator.
Oh, except that Jared's came up with Paula Abdul.
Ha. Ha.
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| I am about to post a rather long forward, but due to my most recent post, I felt it most appropriate. I promise, if you have pets, this is funny. And Rachel, maybe this will answer your question about dogs. 
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY:
Day number 180
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD!
MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY!
A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am
- OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY
FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE
KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH
BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
Day number 181
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY
FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A
WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am -
OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY
FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE
KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH
BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
Day number 182
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY
FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A
WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am -
OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY
FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 pm - ooooooo.
bath. bummer.
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY!
DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
EXCERPTS
FROM A CAT'S DIARY:
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced
to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape,
and
the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece
of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
DAY 761 -
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they
were walking almost succeeded. (Must try this at the top of the stairs.)
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I
once again
induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. (Must try this on their
bed.)
DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with
sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the
night.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body,
in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to
strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what
a
good little cat I was. Hmmm. Not working according to plan...
DAY
768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was
chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy
chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent
such a liquid. My
only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my
teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I
was placed in solitary throughout the event. More importantly I
overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn
what
this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am
convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The Dog is
routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a
half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has
mastered their frightful tongue and speaks
with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his
current placement in the hanging metal room, his safety is assured. But I can
wait, it is only a matter of time.
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| It's really no wonder cats have superiority complexes.
I mean, if you think about it, it makes an enormous amount of sense.
We feed them, pet them and give them names.
But it doesn't stop there.
We cater to them, begging them to come see us, saying "Here, kitty kitty" and making that silly little pist pist noise that supposedly calls cats.
We give them full range of the house, yard, or both. The furniture is theirs more than ours. When they meow, the are let in. When they meow, they are let out.
We buy them toys, special tags, and treats that usually cost far more than what we spend on our own food per ounce.
We desperately try to get and hold their attention, whether it's by dangling something in front of their faces so they'll play with it or sitting in the middle of the floor asking them if they'd like a massage.
When they are in the same room with us, we often hold a single-sided conversation for upwards of 15 minutes, asking the cat ridiculous things like, "aren't you a good boy?" and "where did you put your toy?"
I have to be completely honest. If I were suddenly abducted by a much-larger-than-me organism who constantly stuck its face in mine, made baby talk at me, and spoke to me in a language I didn't understand while dangling things in front of my face, I think I'd walk away and look at said doofus like they were an idiot too.
Yeah, it's no wonder my cats look at me like that.
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