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Joe's Blog Entry 16: Why Im Doing This, Part 1: To Be an Example of a Skeptic
After 17 entries yet only 7 comments, you might be wondering why I haven't done my usual quit-blogging thing. (Isn't it cute how I use the second person, as if I have regular readers?) Well, I'll tell you why, hopefully in a series of Why I'm Doing This entries. This first one will be rather specific, as in why I'm writing this particular blog. I anticipate that later entries will discuss the overall benefits of skepticism, scientific literacy, critical thinking, and other goodies I'm trying to promote here.'Leaders'? Where We're Going We Don't Need 'Leaders'Note that I didn't use the phrase lead by example in the title of this entry. Right off the bat, I'm not so arrogant that I think people should consider me a "leader" in their life. Beyond that, skeptics can't really have authoritative leaders, kind of by definition. That's one of the catch-22s of the skeptical movement, and why it's pretty damn impressive that it ever progressed and organized itself enough to warrant... (more)
Tim is Bored Fragment: DK
The preacher came back to the fire a bit later. His eyes was red, and he didn't much bother to hide the empty bottle.
"Where's Ketrilen?" he asked.
"Gone," said Dirch. "Walked off on back before the sun went down."
The preacher sighed and set himself down by the fire. "Did she seem like she'd be back?"
"Nope." Dirch sat looking at the fire for a bit. He weren't good with words, and these words was a tricky bitch. "Before she left, Ketri told me... told me what you said."
The preacher took a deep breath. Dirch couldn't look him in the eye.
"What did she tell you?"
"Told me you was a devil."
"I'm not a devil."
"Care to tell me what you is, then?" asked Dirch.
"I'm not a devil," said the preacher. "I'm... we're the other guys. I fight the devils."
"I ain't never believed in angels."
The preacher nodded. "You aren't alone in that, I'm afraid."
"So that your body, then?"
"No."
"Whose was it?" asked Dirch.
"I don't really know. Some poor kid. Spent his whole life poor and... (more)
Nonsense You
I'm still sorry.
Please don't get angry at me. I'll stop this, I promice.
Thank you x
underagebadge the man who cant be moved
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Your response is more than what i expected. When i read your sms
early today I could not help but smile. The irony of avoiding to be
distracted from work with thoughts of what might and might not happen
with what we have right now came minutes before I swiped in for work.
Good thing i was busy. An amateur would have done a better job than
what I did today. With the way i treat you in our text conversation, I
now wonder if you took any of those seriously. I have always been open
with what I feel for you. I can never blame you for not taking any of
those things seriously since you have different views on how people
like us deal with intimacy. Maybe i was wrong with my assumptions that
you are self sufficient. Maybe our ideals don't meet. What i meant with
the relationship-commitment line is that I want to feel warmth from you
even if there is no "us". I did not blame you for being a person who is
hard to love. It was me on the first place who placed this... (more)
