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Huh? I thought Hibernia was an archaic name for Ireland. No icecaps there. Anyway, don't worry about Phil, he can hunt beluga! Way to try Polar Bear! You can see why they're worth $CDN each.

O ye of little faith. To some, I have heard, the mere existence of football and an Earth to play it on, is proof of the existence of God. Ye need no Tebow to feed the multitudes out of his meagre fish basket. Carol Hockey fan and sceptic.

With a parting howl, Phil goes away for about 6 months at a time; it's like he has a hibernation schedule. The sooner he goes away the better, and maybe next time he'll come back an improved bear. Yet the icecaps are melting at an alarming rate. Hibernia ain't what it used to be.

Not when people have Phil’s posts set on ignore. RC and WSS recently wrote that they avail themselves of that option; so did BG, but here we have proof that he nonetheless can’t resist a peek at Phil’s latest bit of finger wagging. Not when people have Phil’s posts set on ignore. RC and WSS recently wrote that they avail themselves of that option; so did BG, but here we have proof that he nonetheless can’t resist a peek at Phil’s latest bit of finger wagging. How much relief does that give the ignorer, though? Unless every poster agrees to send Phil to Coventry (and we know how easily everyone here is unanimous on everything) they will be confronted with Phil when anybody else replies to something.he's quoted about. Can someone really be ignored who like the poor will always be with us? Mother Caroline Whistler Friend to the Poor

???? Surely it is an immediate reaction to perceived reality. Maybe a combination of surprise and ...oh I think I see, surprise would come first?

some of us do not think about Swedish sex movies at 11 in the morning, you animal.

And surely laughing at something funny must be basic to human nature. Where would this feeling fit in the chart?

Submission is an action, not an emotion. Ba'al Chatzaf Not according to L "Value Swoon" Perigo.

I was sure I put fear! as president of the Canadian League of Cowards it was my first pick. And one person's happiness is another person's joy. Angrily, Carol That's the last time I go out to fetch snacks before an important test.

A psychologist, a philosopher and a Time Lord walked into a bar. One was curious, one was scared, one was thirsty....

You saw what??? Those Syrians you weep for would not hesitate to kill any Jew they could get their hands on. Ba'al ChatzafSlightly paraphrasing your comment on another topic: How do you know what they'd do? Can you tap into their brain activity? Empirical induction from prior incidents. Plus the large crowds of Syrians at kill Israel rallies. But you are right. There might be three Syrians in Syria of adult age who do not want to kill Jews. Ba'al Chatzaf In the large crowds at prior "long live our Dear Leader Assad" rallies, there might have been three Syrians who did not actually long for him to live and rule forever.

Oh alright, I'll get them this time. I suppose you're tired after spearing that mastodon.

Far as I know my answers went in. I sure hope there's some kind of payoff for this, it's awfully tedious. BTW, what's with the red flower avatar? Are you favoring the Lancastrians? I think he is in part honouring one of the most infuential poems of the 20th century. I've just commented on it - adventitious much!

This just past year is a hard one to remember. For Canadians like me, the loss of our gallant Jack, the tragedies to Our Game in the deaths of the beautiful Boys of Winter and the blighting of our best brains, the sorrows of the world outside which we must know of, will be always with us as they always are. To one of my age there is always a special depth, of course. When I saw the flag-draped coffin of Layton I saw that of my father, their essential loud and quiet heroism fused in my mind. When I saw the hope and then the desperate courage and maryrdom of the Syrians, I saw the Holocaust again, my first gradual knowledge of what human beings can do to each other, and my first wondering of what it is to be human. But I do not see only those things. I see the young new voters in my district. I see my sons, so like the grandfather they never knew, believing the things he believed. I see the Syrian emigres I know, gaunt with grief and anxiety, steadfast unto death. I see here and now those who can bear to know the unbearable, and keep watch and keep faith and do everything in their power that the torch be not dropped, that neither the scarlet beauty nor the larks' melody ever be forgotten. They grow not old.

Here's an excerpt from Phil's standalone "The Objectivist Psychologists and Me." I disagree. I don't think there was fault involved, except by those who who failed to encourage you in positive efforts to improve your life, and harped on nonexistent outside forces. Why should a person in their 20s need to introspect their early childhood? The point of becoming adult is to reconcile with your childhood, through what you do and learn from doing, and when you are adult, if you are still unhappy and confused, then is the time to worry about why you can't be reconciled. I spent a fair amount of time trying to recast my childhood in Objectivist mold, and this was at age 19. It was a serious waste of time..

Michael, I previously read your Hunters Story which you published here and will not add to the comment I then made. I have read your beautiful Letter to Madalena, and cannot add to what the first readers said. I will only say, that your Letter is also a song, and I felt the music so strongly while I was reading it. I don't know the melodies or the orchestration, but you do.

Can you go back and change your poll results? There is a coupon in it for you. OK I changed them. But on the coupon remember I don't like Cheetos.

Well, I think I have done it wrong. I got thinking about emotional colour and then the colour of dreams and was not paying attention, so I just voted for what I think are the basic 6 withoujt bothering with the graphics. So far it looks like this is a fearful joyful group.

Seeriously, I just can't do it with the colours. An emotion just isnt perceivable to me through the ones provided. I have been trying to think how love, pain, fear etc appear in the inner eye to me when I feel them - it is all black, white, ice blue, grey through brown - none of those colours are there. The names of the emotions are easy - love is yellow, fear is brownish and so on. But that's just the names. I guess it's just how my form of synaesthesia works. Maybe I am part Aspie, hi Brother Baal!

This is to hard why dont you be clere like aynrand was i think the insturctions are confusing and why shd we talk about emotions when other poeple make more $$ than me that they dont desirve.

Carol: Oh, it is way too early in the season for a Ranger fan to suffer crushing trauma. First, we have to barely make the playoffs, or super comfortably clinch an upper level playoff spot early. Then that sets the stage for the traumatic choke and collapse. Plenty of time to build up expectations of another Stanley Cup before dashing our dreams on the icicles of hell freezing over! Adam lifelong Ranger fanatic Hey, it's tied up now in the 3rd! Anyway, as you know, when hell freezes over, we'll still play hockey on it, PHILADELPHIA (AP)—Mike Rupp scored two goals and Brad Richards posted the winner on top of a chilly baseball field, as the New York Rangers outlasted the Philadelphia Flyers, 3-2, in the Winter Classic on Monday at Citizens Bank Park. Playing on a rink that stretched from first base to third base, the Rangers made the league’s fifth Classic event a memorable one, rallying from a 2-0 deficit to stay atop the Eastern Conference standings. The NHL surrounded the rink with Christmas trees, fire wood, fake snow, and even trash-can fires. But there was nothing artificial in the elements with snow flurries late in the second period and temperatures that dipped into the 30s, forcing 49,967 fans to bundle up for the big game. Congrats on a great come from behind win. Good start for the Blueshirts in .'12

Geez...you folks are weird! First Foot: In Scottish and Northern English folklore, the first-foot, also known in Manx Gaelic as quaaltagh or qualtagh, is the first person to cross the threshold of a home on New Year's Day and a bringer of good fortune for the coming year.[1][2] Although it is acceptable in many places for the first-footer to be a resident of the house, they must not be in the house at the stroke of midnight in order to first-foot (thus going out of the house after midnight and then coming back in to the same house is not considered to be first-footing). The first-foot is traditionally a tall, dark-haired male; a female or fair-haired male are in some places regarded as unlucky. In Worcestershire, luck is ensured by stopping the first carol singer who appears and leading him through the house.[citation needed] In Yorkshire it must always be a male who enters the house first, but his fairness is no objection. The first-foot usually brings several gifts, including perhaps a coin, bread, salt, coal, or a drink (usually whisky), which respectively represent financial prosperity, food, flavour, warmth, and good cheer.[2] In Scotland, first-footing has traditionally been more elaborate than in England,[citation needed] and involving subsequent entertainment. In a similar Greek tradition, it is believed that the first person to enter the house on New Year's Eve brings either good luck or bad luck. Many households to this day keep this tradition and specially select who enters first into the house. After the first-foot, also called "podariko" (from the root pod-, or foot), the lady of the house serves the guests with Christmas treats or gives them an amount of money to ensure that good luck will come in the New Year. I guess I'm OK then. It doesn't say anything about First Paw. Thanks Adam.

Carol: Oh, it is way too early in the season for a Ranger fan to suffer crushing trauma. First, we have to barely make the playoffs, or super comfortably clinch an upper level playoff spot early. Then that sets the stage for the traumatic choke and collapse. Plenty of time to build up expectations of another Stanley Cup before dashing our dreams on the icicles of hell freezing over! Adam lifelong Ranger fanatic Hey, it's tied up now in the 3rd! Anyway, as you know, when hell freezes over, we'll still play hockey on it,

Help! I just realized that my First Foot this year was indeed a tall dark man as specified. But he was preceded across the doorstep by his canine companion. Bodie is male but mostly white, and bulldogs are not tall. Also, he did not bring any food and fuel, on the contrary he came to borrow money. Och, what can this mean for my luck this year? I don't dare to look it up.

Uh-oh, Adam, 2-0 in the 2nd. Welcome to Walmart, how can we hide you today?