tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52495600346453172432023-06-20T06:08:11.103-07:00Mr. Cynical - updatesMr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-14060371794670132232012-01-20T23:48:00.000-08:002012-01-20T23:48:00.119-08:00GOD<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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If God exists, I hope he has a good excuse. <br />
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--Woody Allen</div>
</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-81831272717698682552012-01-19T14:47:00.000-08:002012-01-19T14:47:00.430-08:00DONE<blockquote class="tr_bq">
I tried, you didn't, I'm done. </blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-9436533109059928222012-01-18T14:46:00.000-08:002012-01-18T14:46:00.611-08:00AXIOLOGY<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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A good man, a good rope, and a good Christmas
tree are transposed when the man is hanged by the rope on the Christmas
tree. As a transposition, this is axiologically bad; but it is an
axiologically good bad, that is, a good transposition, namely, a good
hanging. On the other hand, it a man pulls the Christmas tree behind him
on a rope we have a composition of values, of the same elements, and
the complex value "man-pulling-Christmas-tree" or
"Christmas-tree-puller," the concept of which contains all three
connotations in question. The actual person fulfilling this concept is
"a good Christmas-tree-puller." <br />
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--Robert S. Hartman</div>
</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-70990880074254060102012-01-16T14:45:00.000-08:002012-01-16T14:45:00.666-08:00WIN<blockquote class="tr_bq">
You can not win an argument just by being right. </blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-3618298019370472002012-01-13T14:44:00.000-08:002012-01-13T14:44:00.181-08:00WOMAN<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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Years ago, women used to cook like their mother. <br />
Nowadays, they usually drink as their father. <br />
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</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-51943058990721675342012-01-12T14:43:00.000-08:002012-01-12T14:43:00.221-08:00YOURSELF<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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If you know yourself, then you'll not be harmed by what is said about you. <br />
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--(Arab proverb)</div>
</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-76185535140833535282012-01-11T14:42:00.000-08:002012-01-11T14:42:00.606-08:00ZEBRA QUESTION<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<pre>I asked the zebra,
Are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
And the zebra asked me,
Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times?
Or are you quiet with noisy times?
Are you happy with some sad days?
Or are you sad with some happy days?
Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
And on and on he went.
I'll never ask a zebra
About stripes
Again.</pre>
</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-733246369742191572012-01-10T14:41:00.000-08:002012-01-10T14:41:00.552-08:00X-MAS<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<pre>Buying shit no one needs,
with money you don't have,
for relatives you don't
really like that much.</pre>
</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-58246718199562391652012-01-09T23:45:00.000-08:002012-01-09T23:45:00.737-08:00GO OUT<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone. <br />
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--Lord Byron</div>
</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-17595684112386386432012-01-09T18:40:00.000-08:002012-01-09T18:40:00.109-08:00END<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Everything will be okay in the end.
If it's not okay, it's not the end.
</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-21201627169217056242012-01-06T09:39:00.000-08:002012-01-06T09:39:00.303-08:00PSYCHOANALYSIS<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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The two main hazards of psychoanalysis: that it might fail, and that if
it succeeds, you'll never be able to forgive yourself for all those
wasted years.
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--Mignon McLaughlin</div>
</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-68858541600550822022012-01-05T09:27:00.000-08:002012-01-05T09:27:00.824-08:00TODAY<blockquote class="tr_bq">
You can not change the past, but you can ruin today by worrying about tomorrow. </blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-58655904697342261832012-01-04T09:27:00.000-08:002012-01-04T09:27:00.114-08:00THEY<blockquote class="tr_bq">
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then
you win, then they kill you, then they build you statues and worship
you their way. </blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-81525129131818410432012-01-03T18:26:00.000-08:002012-01-03T18:26:00.779-08:00STABLE<blockquote class="tr_bq">
There is nothing so stable as change. </blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-71375568122479999612012-01-02T09:25:00.000-08:002012-01-02T09:25:01.280-08:00REAL<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They inside us, and sometimes, they win. <br />
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--Stephen King</div>
</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-79024481310083721472012-01-01T18:21:00.000-08:002012-01-01T18:21:00.468-08:00CHRISTIAN<blockquote class="tr_bq">
To most Christians, the Bible is like a software license. Nobody
actually reads it. They scroll down to the bottom and click "I agree". </blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-856042941570581042011-12-31T09:24:00.000-08:002011-12-31T09:24:03.542-08:00RAIN<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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Some people feet the rain. Others just get wet. <br />
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--Bob Marley</div>
</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-4069104867453808292011-12-30T18:23:00.000-08:002011-12-30T18:23:00.438-08:00LIVE<blockquote class="tr_bq">
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. </blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-86262454942178634052011-12-29T09:23:00.000-08:002011-12-29T09:23:00.322-08:00DARKNESS<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Even your shadow leaves you when you're in darkness.</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-17926763254453534602011-12-28T18:22:00.000-08:002011-12-28T18:22:00.398-08:00CONVINCE<blockquote class="tr_bq">
If you can't convince them, confuse them. </blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-61384281015229449992011-12-27T09:20:00.000-08:002011-12-27T09:20:00.713-08:00CAN NOT<blockquote class="tr_bq">
There are so many people out there who will tell you that you can not.
What you've got to do is turn around and say - "Watch me!". </blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-84677078939634843632011-12-26T09:24:00.001-08:002011-12-26T09:24:15.333-08:00OLDER<blockquote class="tr_bq">
The older we get the better we used to be.</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-32570565856629839502011-12-17T21:39:00.000-08:002011-12-17T21:39:00.682-08:00WILL<blockquote class="tr_bq">
We have to believe in free will. We have no choice. </blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-3087218529006246642011-12-16T21:39:00.000-08:002011-12-16T21:39:00.146-08:00TRUTH<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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If the truths are sufficiently unpalatable,
our audience is psychically incapable of accepting them and we will be
written off as totally unrealistic, hopelessly idealistic, dangerously
revolutionary, foolishly gullible or what have you. <br />
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--Edsger W.Dijkstra</div>
</blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249560034645317243.post-52521543111878094032011-12-15T21:38:00.000-08:002011-12-15T21:38:00.245-08:00TIME<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Time is the best teacher. Unfortunately it kills all it's students. </blockquote>Mr. Cynicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07378000149799895711noreply@blogger.com0