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| If you are really interested in trying to figure me out, you should know that I consider myself a combination of Bart Simpson and B.F. Skinner: I spend a lot of time saying and doing whatever I please, and then observe how others perceive me and often times I wonder if I am testing their ability to understand me. Welcome to my box. |
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| Want to know what kinds of things are important to me? Probably not, but if you did, you might be interested to know that this is my favorite poem: |
| THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. |
Like Robert Frost? Click Here to see more of his poetry. |
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I fancy myself a thinker, and I am a fan of philosophy; I love to listen to others posture on the purpose of our existence. My personal philosophy on life? Well that is quite simple: Life is what happens to you when you least expect it. Live your life with a purpose, help everyone you can, smile as much as possible, and whenever possible, let people know they can count on you. Don't be afraid to have fun. ![]() | ![]() Want to know why I got into the exciting world of healthcare? "Uhm, I don't know; I thought about this quite a bit, and I would have to say considering what's waiting out there for me; I don't want to sell anything, buy anything or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, buy anything sold or processed or process anything sold, bought or processed. Or repair anything sold, bought or processed. Y'know, as a career, I don't want to do that." |
Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; and the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. This was taken from The Law of the Jungle which is from The Jungle Book, by Rudyard Kipling. A friend of mine used these words to finish the speech he gave for his dental school commencement. Truer words were never spoken. Oh, and no, I have never kippled. |
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I'll probably never marry, but if I do, we have to have this song instead of the
traditional wedding march: (Princess Bride Theme Song) Come my love I'll tell you a tale Of a boy and girl and their love story And how he loved her oh so much And all the charms she did possess Now this did happen once upon a time When things were not so complex How he worshipped the ground she walked And when he looked in her eyes he became obsessed My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel It's as real as the feelings I feel This love was stronger than the powers so dark A prince could have within his keeping His spells to weave and steal a heart Within her breast but only sleeping My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel It's as real as the feelings I feel Now he said, "Don't you know I love you oh so much, And lay my heart at the foot of your dress?" She said, "Don't you know that these storybook loves Always have a happy ending?" Then he scooped her up just like in the books And on his stallion they rode away My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel |
| A truly wonderful story. Pirates, fencing, giants, revenge... for some reason this movie has always stayed at the top of the list for me... Maybe it is because I am a romantic, hoping to find true love? Maybe it is because of my curiosity in revenge. Regardless... you should really see this movie if you never have... and watch it with someone you care about. |
| I am a fan of knowledge, of trivia, a collector of useless facts.... I admit it, I can't help it. I just love hearing facts like these and wondering "Who took the time to figure this out? And why? I guess this is a tribute to people that have a lot of time on their hands.... but if they didn't, would we have ever gotten to where we are now? |
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Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. |
| I am a huge fan of Tolkien's wonderful books. I was eight years old when I first got into them, and reading them really helped me develop a love for literature, especially fantasy and mythology. If you have never read these books, I recommend them highly. To love reading is to love life. |
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential...really. Oh very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlesly self improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with a low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Cloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical; summers in Rangoon.....luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds; pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma rituistictly shaved my testicles. There is nothing like a shorn scrotum.....I suggest you try it.
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![]() It begins with the Fisher King who as a boy had to spend a night alone in the forest so that he could prove his courage and earn the right to become king. While he was alone in the forest, he was visited by a sacred vision. Out of the fire appeared the Holy Grail, the symbol of God's divine grace. Though he was frightened, he moved closer to the beautiful vision. A voice spoke to the boy, saying "You shall be the keeper of the Holy Grail, that is may heal the hearts of men." Anyone should be honored by the chance to hold the grail, to use it to heal others, but the boy was blinded by greater visions, of a life ahead filled with power and glory...and beauty. In this state of radical amazement, he felt, for a brief moment, not like a boy, but invincible, like God. So he reached into the fire to take the Holy Grail into his hands, but it vanished. The boy's hands were left in the flames, to be terribly burned. He returned to the castle, where he was heralded and showered with praise, but he felt strangely empty inside. As the boy grew older, his wound grew deeper, more painful, more troubling, until one day, he had no faith left in any man, not even himself. He could not love or feel loved. In time, he became king, and he surrounded himself with many brave knights and he fought for glory and virtue and honor. He became very powerful, very glorified, very idolized, but he still felt empty. He searched for the Holy Grail, which he was chosen to safeguard, but his failure to find the grail made him feel worse. He was so sick with the experience that he started to die. As he did so, so did his kingdom, and that terrified his people, so they mobilized to find the one thing that would save him, the Holy Grail. They wandered far and wide searching for it, and brought many cups and grails and goblets back to him, but alas, they could not find the one true, Holy Grail. One day, a fool wandered into the castle and found the Fisher King alone. Being simple-minded, he didn't see a king, he saw a man alone and in pain. "What ails you, friend?" he asked the king. The Fisher King whispered, "I'm thirsty...I need a sip of water to cool my throat." So the fool selected a cup from the many on the table, filled it with water and handed it to the king. As the Fisher King began to drink he realized that his wound was healed. He looked down at his hands, and there was the Holy Grail. He turned to the fool and asked, "How could you find that which my brightest and bravest could not?" The fool replied, "I don't know. I never knew to look for the Holy Grail, I only knew that you were thirsty, and I wanted to help you." --Adapted from The Story of the Fisher King, written by Richard LaGravenese-- |
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