JADB

For all of us who have pondered the eternal question of what love really is, wonder no more! I have Jack Handey coming to our rescue:

Love is not something that you can put chains on and throw into a lake. That’s called Houdini. Love is liking someone a lot.

Well, there you have it then…

Ernest Gary Gygax, one of the good guys, passed away on, fittingly enough, Games Master’s Day, the 4th of March 2008.

RIP Dungeon Master, and thanks for all the dice…

A very good friend of mine just sent me this quote. I wish I could find the original author, but the net’s flooded with un-attributed copies. And now I, of course, will just exacerbate the problem… :-)

Never take someone for granted. Hold every person close to your heart, because you might wake up one day and realize that you’ve lost a diamond while you were to busy collecting stones.

Ironic, since I used a similar analogy about half-a-year ago, without having been aware of this one. I wish I had, since this had been put better than I had managed then.

Now this elicited a rather poignant smile…

But, yeah. Things change. People move on… Bonne chance, ma chérie. Au revoir…

This would be so damned funny:

If only it wasn’t just so gut-wrenchingly true…

It’s been said that the second hardest thing in life is knowing which bridges to cross, and which to burn. The hardest is the regret of crossing those that you should have burnt, and having burnt those that you should have crossed…

Strangely enough, an issue I’ve been faced with quite frequently… ;-)

As Caesar said crossing the River Rubicon on his way to Rome, “Alea iacta est”… And the die has truly been cast. While I’m writing this they’re still in the air and I have no idea what they will fall on, but what I do know is that I will play the numbers I have been dealt as faithfully and honourably as I’m able.

The hardest part about doing nothing is knowing when to quit.

One can say much the same for feeling sorry for oneself. And the time for that has come for me. Thank you to all who’ve been patiently waiting for me to get my head out of my butt. And to those who couldn’t (or wouldn’t) wait for me; it was nice knowing you. I wish you well on your journey.

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

“Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.”
  – As You Like It, Rosalind, Act IV scene I

Cynical, maybe; but true none the less I suppose. Bullets work better.

I’ve been thinking. Therein lies the danger I know, but it’s too late now. It has already happened. But I’ve been thinking: when is enough, enough? When does a wise man call it quits? When do you concede a fight, shake hands with your opponent and give him the hearty “Well, the better man won”? How many times do you need to lose the battle before you consider the war lost?

You know that feeling when you’re leaning back in a chair, and then you lean back too far and start to fall and just at the last second you catch yourself? I feel like that all the time. — Steven Wright

Here you go Microsoft: People Ready Business. Because you certainly aren’t…

A fascinating bit of insight by Ibn Warraq: a treatise entitled Why I am not a Muslim, and something I very much doubt Muslims would want you to read… It highlights not only the backstabbing and treachery at the foundation of that religion, but also explains quite a bit of the current stance of it’s practitioners. Thank God I’m not religious…

It might be just me, but I get the feeling that all decent Rock is Blues derived… Erm… It might also just be that I should give Gary Moore a bit of a rest for a while…

I’ve finally figured it all out: The difference between America and Iraq is that the one is a bunch of sexually repressed religious fanatics while the other is… Ah, never mind.

A bit weird, but — assuming the availability of lots of bandwidth — a very cool solution. Unfortunately with the state of telecoms being what it is in South Africa, down here it is more of a solution looking for a problem than an actual solution… T’is a pity, that.

Hell, am I ever so glad that these “people” are the guardians of international justice and world morality.

I just have this feeling we can trust them without question…

Don’t you hate having to park next to someone with no apparent clue? Someone who, had they parked only slightly more skew, would have parallel-parked. Having to park skew yourself just so that you can get out of your car? Because you know — you just know — that they will bugger off soon after you parked, making you look like the cretin…