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Mstar, I used to live in Arlington. It seems that the Rangers get everyone's hopes up in the spring right before they take their perennial summer slide.

Not yet, Tom.

Dan Shaughnessy a sports writer for the Boston Globe referred to Carolina Hurricanes fans as "Goobers" during the series. In a video shot in front of an empty Boston rink after the stunning Bruin loss in overtime, Shaughnessy agains refers to Caniacs as the "fandom of Goobers." I immediately e-mailed Shaughnessy what I thought would be the fitting headline for his next day column. 'Canes Win, Goobers Celebrate Shaughnessy Sulks, Sucks

wimminz almost always will go for the guy in the band. i'm just happy my screen name doesn't yield itself easily to athletic supporter.

Happy belated ones from me Mstar.

I went into a bar with this little man sitting on my shoulder. The bartender trying his best to play it cool doesn't say anything. I order my pint but when I reach for it the little man runs down my shoulder and knocks my beer over. So I order another one. The same thing happens. The little man runs down and swats it over. Again, I order another one. By this time the bartender is shaking his head and inquires, "Ok, it's your money but isn't that little guy going to just knock it over? "Yeah, youre probably right.", I moan. "How'd he get up there?", he asks. "Well you see, I was walking down the beach last week and I spied this shiny metal thing sticking out of the sand." So I dug it up and brushed it off and *POOF* a genie appears. "Three wishes?", I ask. "Yup." says the genie." Ok, the first thing I ask for is a million dollars? The bank calls me immediately on my cell phone telling me that they don't understand it but a million just popped in my account out of nowhere. So, I look at the genie and demand, "A gorgeous woman to be my wife. *POOF* she appears out of nowhere. Now thinking to myself, "What could possibly complete the picture, I'm rich and going to be married to a real hottie. Giving no second thought, "A 12 inch pr*#k, my dear Genie!" *POOF* "That's how this little guy got on my shoulder.", I say tearfully.

Only a 9 Socks?

Someone asked about the origins of the word hades. In Homer's Odyssey, Hades is the brother of Zeus and god of the underworld or realm of the dead. In later Greek writings hades refers to his kingdom.

I think Greek has clarified his position, Garth. Confession is good for the soul.

If we have a party at your shedding of your mortal coil. (Don't you just love that Billy Shakespeare euphemism.) We would not be celebrating your death but rather your life. Please continue to give us plenty of reasons to do so.

Socks, Like you, I also knew good, loving and decent people while in the Way. Yet, these good people were only a part of my total Way experience. I also encountered people who were their antithesis. Yet, as with the good people, they were only a part of my total Way experience. I suppose that my questions to you are, were the good people and the good things you learned representative of your total Way experience and, if so, will you allow that some, indeed most, had a different experience than you? Perhaps soup offers the appropriate metaphor to emphasize my point. Let's say there are things that I really like in the soup such as corn, carrots, potatoes and peas. However, there is one thing in the soup that has a flavor and aroma so repugnant and pervasive, say limberger for instance, that it spoils my enjoyment of the corn, carrots and potatoes and peas. For me and for most here I suspect the intimidation, the intense pressure to conform, the wedges driven between us and our families, the mickey mouse rules, the "let it be all Way all the time" expectations placed on us, the believer - unbeliever dichotomy together make a really ripe limberger. *I chose limberger because I couldn't think of much that I don't like that is usually found in soup. Feel free make your own rancid substitution. Peace.

An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman enter a bar and each order a pint. Upon being served a fly lands in each gentleman's beer. The Englishman turns up his nose and requests another pint from the bartender. The Irishman looks at the fly in his glass and simply picks it out and tosses it over his shoulder and continues to enjoy his beer. The Scotsman picks the fly out his beer, holds it over the glass and demands, "OK, spit it out you little bastard."

Weenie roast sounds good. Prefer another day though. Rather not celebrate anyone's death. Even someone like Mr. Wierwille.

Socks, I am sure you are a great guy and I know you are a good musician. Forgive my momentary indulgence in hyperbole as well as the rather shrill intonation of my post. Charge that to the rather rare foul mood I found myself in last night after a long, hard day rather to any negative personal feelings that you might imagine that I harbor toward you. Please understand that there are none. Nonetheless, some of your posts were on my mind as I was cranking out my frustrations. I will be more than happy to discuss them here, openly and in a civilized manner. Peace.

No, actually not such a big difference. Mr. Pmosh simply asked you do you not believe that Muslims are human. You responded by the following: You made no distinction between Muslims and terrorists at that time.

Jeff, you should have reminded your sociopath that he is getting much more from you than what he is paying you, which was most likely nothing.

"Every form of refuge has its price." The Eagles

To anyone who thinks that TWI didn't manipulate people to be their lackies, please remember denial is not a river in Egypt. Do you not remember the group pressure to take the next class, go to the big area function, skip studying for the big exam you had the next day to go to the branch meeting? Do you not remember the pressure that you felt under at the ROA to put your life on hold and go WOW which means, by the way, you don't get to see your family during the holidays, go to your mom's graduation when she received her Master's degree with cum laude honors or go to your brothers wedding? Do you not remember the cold looks (or perhaps that hot encounter you had with some pea brained leader) you got if you decided that the "next thing" wasn't right for you? Since this thread is about soul, don't you remember being taught that is not your own anyway? Don't you know you were bought with a price and now you owe it to Der Vey because Der Vey taught you Der Wort. (Actually, now I have come to like wort since I started homebrewing.) Give me an effin break! You look back with rose colored glasses if you want, I like calling a spade a spade and a cult a cult. Do you not remember how we were to hold in high and holy esteem a man that later we learned to be a drunken, lecherous plagarist as the Man of God For Our Day and Time? Did I learn some useful things in PFAL? Yes I did but I paid to take the damn thing didn't I? And for that I owed them my life? Give me an effin break. By the way, I also learned some crap too. Do you not remember being told over and over that there are no grey areas only black and white when it comes to Der Wort? Ofcourse, the implication is you are either with us all the way or you might as well be working for the debbil. That is how all cults operate and many of us saw it happening to us but for some reason we just couldn't say the Emperor has no clothes until it became obvious the Emperor not only had no royal vestiments but he was also butt naked. TWI is, was and will always be a godamned cult and did/does what all cults do which is to love bomb, indoctrinate, use group pressure to force conformity and redirect the will. Give me an effin break!

http://speakingoffaith.publicradio.org/programs/2009/rumi/

The Authentic Self Where do you find self? Is it to be found in the body? At this very moment there are millions of cells dying in your body which are being replaced by new ones. The body you inhabited a year ago is not the body you inhabit now. Yet "you" go on. Do you find self (soul) in your breath? Breathing is merely an exchange of gases. You take in oxygen and release CO2. Is soul to be found in the oxygen you take in or the CO2 you release? Is soul to be found in the mind? Is soul to be found somewhere in the millions of synapses in the brain or is it the electrical current that flows through the brain and out to various nerve endings in the body and back? Is soul found in the provisional blackboard of your mind where you record your experiences? Or is soul something larger than ourselves? Is soul every life on the planet, every atom of cosmic matter in the universe, every physical law of which we individually are merely a cell? Could soul be no soul? Could mind be no mind? Could it be that when we extinguish the notion of our separate souls, we finally wake up to life?

Like you need an excuse to be effin?

We better to get busy effin for Jesus!!!

Happy Mother's day to all the moms. And to all you mothers as well.