Danneskjold

Oh, but you can say it over and over.

The word "plot" bugs me. A lot. It's so bad because "plot" isn't even concise. Its just boring and sloppy. You say it and it drops like a rock into a puddle making another completely inadequate "plop" sound, which ironically sounds a lot like the word "plot", although "plop" is something that a "plot" should never do. So, as you "plod" along, reading a book with a "plot" that goes "plop", you realize that as you "plod" though a "plot" that to "plod" is yet another thing that a "plot" should never do. Yet they sound so alike. You see, "plod" and "plop" fits the concept that they represent. "Plot" doesn't fit the concept at all. The word should be more like manifest, very important sounding. The word just doesn't fit it.

This was one of my FAVORITE movies. I don't know if they were twins or copies, but effectively they were neither. They both lived two sides of two lives. It doesn't tell you who is who, but it really doesn't matter. The operative difference between the two is who they love, the wife or whoever Scarlett Johanson is playing. Amazing movie. Amazing.

You misunderstand. I couldn't care less about the guy across from me. If I lost, it's because I wasn't perfect. I'm not satisfied when I win, but I'm far less satisfied when I lose. Not to mention, as I said, the silver medal just amplifies it. Yes, I know the intentions of the people giving out silvers isn't to make fun of the people with the silver medal, but that's what it feels like when you're up there. Elizabeth is right, competitions are useful in telling you what you can achieve. Every time I acheive second place, it means I haven't achieved anywhere near enouh.

Ok, I got ya.

Your argument is based on one of two things: 1) logic being limited 2) perception of how a thing works being limited. Something works, I see how, I do necessary things for it to function correctly. Francisco didn't hop into the boat and drive off, he poked around first. Figured out what was what, and then went. It's basically what I did my first time in a driver's seat. I knew from observation which pedal did what, I figured out the emergency brake, the transmission, and more or less the rest of the car. No one had to explain what was what. Besides that, I'm proof to the contrary.

I never cared. She didn't formulate her philosophy at the time in question.

Dad, every article I've ever read about Rand, Nathaniel Branden's website (see the story about Rand and his wife Devers[?]). Actually, I hated that story because it seemed like he was railing on her for no reason. It's one thing to tell things how it is and talk about the breakup from your point of view, but that just seemed uncalled for. Oh well.

I've got so many silver medals on my shelves, if I decided to sell all the silver from them silver would become practically worthless because the supply is so big. It would be like if the diamond miners released all of their diamonds at the same time. Why would someone be satisfied with second place? If you got second, all that means is that you could've gotten first, but didn't. In a team sport, I'd rather get KILLED than lose by one, at least if you get killed you know the other team was a better team. When you're close then you know you should've and could've won. You doubt ever move you made, every decision, every moment in time. You're so acutely aware of ever wrong thing you did that you torture yourself for the next week. I can bow to a better opponent, stand up, and work my ass off to beat them next time. When they beat me by a little bit I know that I'm not worse. I have more try in me than anyone I know, I pride myself on it. I'll collapse on the field before I cut a corner while running, or before I don't go 100%. When I come in second place, my only thought is "should have tried harder." That is the true nature of torture. You amplify and make vivid every part of the last four to eight months that they could have better reached their values, and have them re-live it. That is what second place does to me. The last time I respected a team or anything else from Russia was when the Russian gymnastics team came in second and acted pissed off about it. I haven't really come in second lately. Speaking of which, I hate whoever made that rhyme "First is the worst, second is the best." What kind of idiot does that?

From about everything I've heard, she died with very few friends amongst the original collective. Supposing she drove them away, well then I'd say that is fucking up.

Whoever came up with that concept was a twisted human being. I don't know when the first time someone said "Hey, let's parade the person who has failed to accomplish their year long (perhaps life long) goal in front of as many people as possible while looming the person who beat them over them." The winner doesn't care who is standing below him, he won. Not only does he know that the guy is below him, his goal wasn't to have that guy be below him, his goal was to accomplish what he did. So why torture the guy who didn't win? He got what he deserved, don't parade him in front of everyone for losing. There's a reason cruel and unusual punishment is looked down upon.

It happens often enough. Not incredibly often. It's even better when it's against the cross town rivals.

Very true.

The other night we played our cross town rivals, beating the handily. After the first quarter the score was 25 (I am pretty sure) to a slightly lesser...2. I love it when my team kicks.

I have a hard time, given the station of Dagny as it was, believing that Rand that that woman was supposed to worship every part of man. Seems to me that she thought that was only the case in a sexual sense. As far as that goes, it matters little to none what Frank O'Connor's status was as a money-maker. Yes, there are pro-anorexia sites. Never occured to the author of the article that the girl whose name was Dominique Francon (or was it Dagny?) might have actually appreciated the idea Dominique for a reason other than her physical form. For instance, I joined this forum under the name Danneskjold at the start. I have no aspirations to be a thief. That's about the connection the author made. Also, people read things wrong is all that the person managed to convince me of. What pisses me off about Rand critiques? When they start off their essay talking about how you either love or hate it in some attempt to look like you're presenting a balanced look at the work. Every single on you read starts off saying that. I've never seen an author get attacked for worse reasons that I've seen Rand get attacked for. One of the worst is because it's based too much on her past experience. Made me want to say, "Yes, in fact, I think we should discount ALL things that are based on past experience." I can hardly fathom a more brain-dead reason to dislike a philosophy. Of course, this article started off with the same crap "Hardly a more controversial author...either love or hate her work..." as every other article ever written against Rand. Then, it finished off quite nicely by saying that the Strikers in Atlas Shrugged were all whiners who were complaining because they were kept from price gouging (in reference to the law freezing ALL PRICES AND EXPENDITURES). Yes, Rand fucked up the end of her life. No, I don't care. I don't follow the woman, I just look at her roadmap.

You'd have a lot of guys with the same name, unfortunately. I don't know what I'm'a do if Pujols is juiced.

I couldn't care less what he does with the press. I care what he does with the juice.

Apparently no one is autonomous. Edit: Oh ya, you guys are all naive and delusional. Edit 2: And I'm normal, which is even worse. But apparently it's normal to think that.

Isn't powerful enough. You see a little asterit on something, you rarely read what's below. How bout a giant red crossout?

Depends on how long he can use America as a convincing scapegoat.

They didn't erase their statistics from the record books in a Big Brother like fashion where it looks like they never appeared in Major League Baseball (as would be just punishment for the steroid user's crime). They were kept out of the Hall though.

He's chasing Hank Aaron's all-time home run record. Allegations have been made by people who supplied him with steroids, and by many other people.

Ok, I've got one that DEFINITELY goes at number 1 on this list. It's worse than Catwoman by a HUUUUUUUUGE margin. Ok, the movie is called Facing the Giants. It is so bad you'll want to cry. It's that football movie that was made completely by and using actors from that church down in Georgia. If I wasn't so used to Christianity I think I would have gouged out my eyes by now, instead it was just funny. The movie's main protagonist is about an, I kid you not, infertile coach for a 2A Georgia Christian school chronic loser football team. The guy is such a bad coach that he's about to lose his job. Then a completely random, unnamed, guy shows up and gives him a bible and shows him how to integrate his faith into football. That brought on the one good scene in the movie. By that I mean the one that didn't have me dry heaving and all it was was some kid carrying another on his back, while on all fours, across the football field. Which is hard, but I can see why they're a shitty football team because that is a POINTLESS drill, especially in the middle of the season. The guy kid was supposed to carry the guy to the fifty yard line, and since he was blindfolded, ended up carrying him all the way to the other end zone. It was an actually powerful scene. That might just because it was so much higher than the rest of the movie though. This starts a series of bad coaching techniques, one of which is fixing a kicker's shitty kicking by giving him a speech on how the road to heaven is straight and narrow (ignoring the fact that the kicker was kicking the ball with his toe, which might have been the actual problem). He also taught his team defense by talking about how in the bible somebody built a wall in record time by having everybody build the section in front of their own house. Ironically, this is an excellent argument for capitalism. Then midway through the movie somebody buys him a new car, fixing one of the things he prayed about. Amongst the other things he prayed for were for the team to do well and his balls to unshrivel. This prompted me to say "Now maybe someone will get his wife pregnant," for which I was promptly (jokingly) hit on the back by my mom. In the end they win the state championship on a 51 yard field goal kicked by their backup kicker (the one that they made kick it straight by telling him to). Now, a 51 yard field goal is almost impossible for a high schooler. My football team's kicker is one of the top 3 in the state and he tops out before 40. And then it turns out the coach's wife is pregnant. I said, "Won't he be surprised when it comes out half black" (The only black person with any sort of significant role in the movie was his assistant coach). This movie was horrible. It made me really take some of Nero's ideas into consideration.

I'm currently a level 11 Blood Elf Priest. Priests are ridiculous, I love 'em. They can heal just about anything if you play 'em right, and aren't too shabby in attack either.

The character of Cyrano was truly amazing.