I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why…
This one, I think, is also Pog’s fault. Anything after this, though, is probably mine. Maybe. I haven’t decided. I may just continue to blame her. POOOOOOOOOOOG!
This one, I think, is also Pog’s fault. Anything after this, though, is probably mine. Maybe. I haven’t decided. I may just continue to blame her. POOOOOOOOOOOG!
[...] Of Gods and Goblins Transmitido en Martian en SAP « I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why… “Dangerous does not mean exciting or bold. It means likely to cause great harm. The most dangerous idea is the only dangerous idea: The idea that ideas can be dangerous. We live in a world in which people are beheaded, imprisoned, demoted, and censured simply because they have opened their mouths, flapped their lips, and vibrated some air. Yes, those vibrations can make us feel sad or stupid or alienated. Tough sh-t. That’s the price of admission to the marketplace of ideas. Hateful, blasphemous, prejudiced, vulgar, rude, or ignorant remarks are the music of a free society, and the relentless patter of idiots is how we know we’re in one. When all the words in our public conversation are fair, good, and true, it’s time to make a run for the fence.” -Professor Daniel Gilbert [...]
This is entirely Pog’s fault. Yes, I know many of you play the game, so it really could be all y’all’s fault, but I followed the link from her blog, so she is directly responsible. Damn you, POG!
Ok, yeah. Shut up. This one is totally my fault. Gah. I need more Adventures!
“I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why…”