Hey, guys! It's Summer Rerun time! This is an entry from 2005 which I am reposting for two reasons: (A) I still like my answers, and (B) I want to see all of yours! Please, if you happen to be interested in writing out your own answers to this survey--or if you happen to be bored and can't think of anything better to do that doesn't put you at
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Do you believe that man was created in the form of God, or that man evolved from other species?Both. I don't believe in results without processes. That isn't how creation works for humans--and if we were made in the image of a Creator, why would
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Do you believe that man was created in the form of God, or that man evolved from other species?Both. I don't believe in results without processes. That isn't how creation works for humans--and if we were made in the image of a Creator, why would
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I desperately want to convince myself that I have nothing in common with the people who desperately want to convince themselves that they have nothing in common with the people who disagree with them; but even as tired and ickly as I am, I can't quite manage to ignore that particular absurdity
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The old Oasis song "Champagne Supernova" has been running through my head all day. Only my brain has rewritten the song so it's "Campaign Supernova," forming the soundtrack to a vision of John Kerry and George Dubya Bush at a presidential debate, reaching out to shake hands but as their fingers make contact, a flash of blinding white light
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"Additionally, Dr. ----- reports that Ms. ----- only has 10% use of her hands, fingers, and arms for grasping, turning, or twisting objects, fine manipulations, or reaching
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When the founders of Little Elves Preschool in Virginia named their new school, they never dreamed that one day the students would gather in a ring, playing wild, unearthly music that would make the teacher dance until she dropped dead from exhaustion. More's the pity
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After recuperating upstairs for a couple hours last night, I went back down to where the party was and listened to some more conversation as I munched on pizza and cookies. When people left a little while later, they called out to me things along the lines of, "It was good to meet you!" It's a common little cliche, isn't it? Tell somebody you
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