Do you believe in amassing reserves for use in troubled times?
Do you believe in utilizing ALL of one’s resources to accomplish a goal?
WHO is correct?
So much of life depends on philosophy. Philosophy and art are probably the two most undervalued majors for college students.
I was a Physics major. I haven’t worked in my field in 33 years. That doesn’t mean I’m not a scientist. It means I am an AMATEUR scientist. And if you check the history books, the amateurs are the ones that did a lot of the discoveries. I suppose I could try to be an evil mad scientist, but I woke up from a nightmare about that a few minutes ago so it’s probably not a good option. I would probably have more nightmares.
As to using resources, in the past week I have spent hundreds filling my freezer due to sales. I don’t intend to ever go hungry. Some don’t worry about those things. Forget ants and grasshoppers!
The best laid plans sounds like something you might find on a sex site.
Mice – pestilence carrying rodents, not a good choice for dating.
Men – attributes vary wildly, might be a good date depending on your preferences of the moment. A man-date is something politicians often talk about. They usually want one. Strangely they often want one even if they are male and anti-LGBT rights.
Well let’s look at the mice again.
It could be a touch mouse or a rollerball, perhaps even optical.
That doesn’t sound like much of a date?
Well if you take the mouse to a sex site…..
You won’t find Denisovans but perhaps Neanderthals would be good enough
Not a lot of words to this song but what would you expect from Neanderthals.
I have never killed a deer. I have killed pheasants, squirrels, rabbits, various fish and turtles, and chickens for food. I have killed various rodents, insects, spiders, centipedes, and assorted creepy crawlies because I didn’t like them. In all cases I did try to be quick and as painless as possible. I did hit a deer with my car once. He ramped over it and ran away. He was running fast enough that I don’t think he could have been seriously injured. Later I did contemplate what I would have done if he had went through the windshield. I would probably have died. Antlers are somewhat formidable, but the hooves can be vicious. Buckled into a seat with little room to maneuver, it would be impossible to escape. I very seriously doubt that I could kill one with my bare hands. That means it would probably kill me. But, it wouldn’t eat me, and I doubt that it would have sex with me either. After I’m dead, I kind of doubt that I’ll really care what happens to my body.
I’m speechless. Well, almost. You can’t shut me up that easily. I think I mentioned this on my old blog, but I didn’t link to it. They didn’t like links over there. You were always looking for the missing link.
Now, about this horse meat found in England in fast food, if it was fast food were they race horses.
Frozen meatballs from Ikea? Who buys food from a furniture maker?
And no, they didn’t pay a stud fee for that. Lousy cheapskates, that’s why you always get the money up front. No pay, no play.