Atlas Shrugged is my favorite book ever. Whenever I start to hate humanity, I read it and it gives me hope.
Old coffee, fresh coffee, expensive coffe, cheap coffee, I care more about the cup it is in and that it is made with actual coffee than anything else.
I really, really miss psuedotron ruber ruber. I think der trihs is exceedingly passionate and not completely full of shit, just very, very tired and yet still valiantly trying to make sense of a world that doesn’t make much sense to him. I may disagree with him (on occasion) but I grok where he’s coming from. (If he is indeed a he and even if he’s a she)
I don’t think people continuing to get fatter and fatter is a good thing. It depresses me greatly when I see fat people with fat children. Yes, my husband is overweight, I’m underweight and I know why both of us are the way we are. He eats too much, I eat too little.
I absolutely think that we as a society are overmedicated.
I am pretty damn sure that ADHD isn’t even something 1% of the people medicated for it have. I don’t think it is an accident that we are overweight, overmedicated and can’t pay attention.
I find great debates utterly tedious. I’m a pretty fundamentalist atheist and on the whole, I don’t really give a crap about discussing it OR religion.
While I do consider my child to be utterly mesmerizing, beautiful and amazing, I also realize that I am expected to be biased. I also despise the one-up-manship of parenting. My kid runs around with a bucket on her head and likes banging into things with her head. Yay her!
I like this place in spite of the expected pile-ons, insufferable bores and whiny babies.
So far, I think Terry Pratchett is just Ok.