"From the moment the oracle speaks your future becomes your past." - mmm, thought provoking

Man without Words - As much as I adore language, this article actually kind of made me feel threatened at first in my usual thinking that without language we wouldn't really be able to sentient-ly think. But now that I begin to think that over from the beginning again, things like aphasia really do mess with that, and this mathematics deal - which, all in all, means more fun, in my mind (no oblique pun intended).

Word of the Day: caprine - of, relating to, or characteristic of a goat (I like how it's a pretty word in relation to goat's being the devil's animal and all, what with the creepy pupils)

girlskirtmission - looks like a fun new company (and I like the style)

(just because I like curves and cleverness)

(the other Scent of a Woman monologue)
"Out of order, I show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a FLAMETHROWER to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executin' his soul! And why? Because he's not a Bairdman. Bairdmen. You hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, FUCK YOU TOO!"