Comments on: The War on Christmas–a communique.

By: bowser

bowser — Tue, 24 Dec 2013 03:14:37 +0000

Seems to be a garbage word, meaning so much it doesn’t mean anything.

By: Philip E. Marlow

Philip E. Marlow — Tue, 24 Dec 2013 01:33:57 +0000

Leaves me hank-er-ring for some Dennis Potter

By: RobVG

RobVG — Sun, 22 Dec 2013 02:48:42 +0000

"Season of Reason" sales event. Because "Smarter vehicles deserve a smarter sales event"

By: Jody

Jody — Sat, 21 Dec 2013 22:49:11 +0000

No…I *literally* thought I saw ER’s name up in the post.

By: Jody

Jody — Sat, 21 Dec 2013 21:38:38 +0000

I am hiding behind my love handles.

By: hank

hank — Sat, 21 Dec 2013 20:53:53 +0000

Or do you mean two people posting under the same handle?

There are other alternatives, y’know. Two collaborators are posting using different names; or maybe one person is adopting different identities when posting about different subjects.

Then again, does it really make any difference? Unless the topic is controversial and the doppelganger is used to create an illusion of agreement to intimidate some third party, it really doesn’t matter. We are all, after all, hiding behind our handles.

By: Jody

Jody — Sat, 21 Dec 2013 20:24:11 +0000

…so my response will not make sense to you. I apologize. So…for my response to you…do you have children…or grandchildren?

Trust me Christmas thrives.

By: bowser

bowser — Sat, 21 Dec 2013 06:58:03 +0000

Tell that to Tom Dooley.

By: TB

TB — Sat, 21 Dec 2013 05:41:43 +0000

The Christmas stuff started clogging the store shelves after Halloween around here, but I think a lot of regular people were caught flatfooted by the unusually short time between Thanksgiving and Christmas this year. I was. I’m seeing the lights on the houses now, but it did seem like it was a last-minute thing.

And yeah, a lot of people shop on the internet. It’s a hell of a lot easier, especially for esoteric items.

By: ER

ER — Sat, 21 Dec 2013 03:54:47 +0000

There is no past and there is no future.
One is but a memory, the other just a dream.
All we really know is an eternal present,
suspended between regret and anticipation.

You cannot choose to travel to the past
or refuse to move into the future.
The first is the map of a vanished city.
The other, the score of an unplayed symphony.

All we’ll ever have is the infinite Now.
And all else is the convenient illusion
of an imaginary journey
to an unknown destination.

We cannot plan unless we remember,
nor can we recognize what we see
if it is unlike all we have ever known.
So we create this illusion of passing time.

What is gone was once the now,
as will be what comes to pass.
One was, the other will be,
the never-ending moment

Past and future do not exist,
Everything happens at once.
Time is just a number we’ve made up
to help predict the paths of moving objects.