So what does it mean when you have deja vu, and remember having deja vu about the same thing before, when you were doing the same thing, because it's something you do fairly regularly? Even as simple as leaning on a counter and looking through a binder.
Sometimes, I think we've lost important things to irony. Reminded, of all things, by cartoon themes. We make fun of the goofy things, and they were goofy, and not terribly deep, but they weren't supposed to be. But they get ironic jabs in part because they were earnest and optimistic. What's wrong with earnest optimism?
Y'know, I kinda think it wouldn't hurt to have codes of honor again. Not just codes of ethics, those just say mostly "don't do this." What would make a good code of honor? Or a basis for one? (This is not entirely speculative, I need to make one up for a story, too.)
Sometime in the next 30 years or so, we're in all likelyhood going to elect a President who's had a Livejournal.
I'm sick of being introverted. Of course, changing something like that is a pain in the ass.
Sometimes, I think we've lost important things to irony. Reminded, of all things, by cartoon themes. We make fun of the goofy things, and they were goofy, and not terribly deep, but they weren't supposed to be. But they get ironic jabs in part because they were earnest and optimistic. What's wrong with earnest optimism?
Y'know, I kinda think it wouldn't hurt to have codes of honor again. Not just codes of ethics, those just say mostly "don't do this." What would make a good code of honor? Or a basis for one? (This is not entirely speculative, I need to make one up for a story, too.)
Sometime in the next 30 years or so, we're in all likelyhood going to elect a President who's had a Livejournal.
I'm sick of being introverted. Of course, changing something like that is a pain in the ass.