A traveler that is taken seriously. A Pilgrim Father was one who, leaving Europe in 1620 because not permitted to sing psalms through his nose, followed it to Massachusetts, where he could personate God according to the dictates of his conscience.
(also: The Devil's Dictionary)
being a bystander, i.e. being an aggressor
(Noun) A person who has mastered the art of taking photos of themselves in awkward poses and unattainable locations. Often known for their surgically-enhanced assets and the ability to promote teeth whitening products while holding a detox tea in one hand. While they may appear to have it all, their constant need for attention and validation from strangers on the internet is truly sad. And let's be real, how many times can one person post the same bikini photo before it starts to get boring?
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(also: economy of dubai)
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(also: economy of dubai)
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(also: dubai for starters)
(n.) 1) one who propagates terminological inexactitudes; 2) one who wouldn't say they lie, as such, just exaggerate and occasionally leave out a few minor details.
(also: prevaricator)
(also: prevaricator)
A portmanteau of “goals” and “moth”
It's a seldom known fact that moths, perceiving the glare of light to have darkness behind it, will continually fly towards light sources, paradoxically looking for a place of darkness to rest. Additionally, gothic people, known for their characteristic appreciation of things that are both literally and metaphorically dark, such as death, the color black, etc, have similarly dark goals.
Such was the etymological birth of the word “goth.”
It's a seldom known fact that moths, perceiving the glare of light to have darkness behind it, will continually fly towards light sources, paradoxically looking for a place of darkness to rest. Additionally, gothic people, known for their characteristic appreciation of things that are both literally and metaphorically dark, such as death, the color black, etc, have similarly dark goals.
Such was the etymological birth of the word “goth.”
me
(also: Chad)
(also: Chad)
(n.) one who collects evidence in order to ensure someone is punished for the committing of a crime, preferably the person who actually committed it
it's a big building with generals, but that's not important now
Time travel is increasingly regarded as a menace. History is being polluted.
One of the major problems encountered in time travel is not that of accidentally becoming your own father or mother. There is no problem involved in becoming your own father or mother that a broadminded and well-adjusted family can't cope with. There is also no problem about changing the course of history- the course of history does not change because it all fits together like a jigsaw. All the important changes have happened before the things they were supposed to change and it all sorts itself out in the end.
The major problem is quite simply one of grammar, and the main work to consult in this matter is Dr Dan Streetmentioner's Time Traveller's Handbook of 1001 Tense Formations. It will tell you for instance how to describe something that was about to happen to you in the past before you avoided it by time-jumping forward two days in order to avoid it. The event will be described differently according to whether you are talking about it from the standpoint of your own natural time, from a time in the further future, or a time in the further past and is further complicated by the possibility of conducting conversations whilst you are actually travelling from one time to another with the intention of becoming your own father or mother.
Most readers get as far as the Future Semi-Conditionally Modified Subinverted Plagal Past Subjunctive Intentional before giving up: and in fact in later editions of the book all the pages beyond this point have been left blank to save on printing costs.
Note: The term "Future Perfect" has been abandoned since it was discovered not to be.
The Encyclopedia Galactica has much to say on the theory and practice of time travel, most of which is incomprehensible to anyone who hasn't spent at least four lifetimes studying advanced hypermathematics, and since it was impossible to do this before time travel was invented, there is a certain amount of confusion as to how the idea was arrived at in the first place. One rationalization of this problem states that time travel was, by its very nature, discovered simultaneously at all periods of history, but this is clearly bunk.
The trouble is that a lot of history is now quite clearly bunk as well.
Here is an example. It may not seem to be an important one to some people, but to others it is crucial. It is certainly significant in that it was the single event which caused the Campaign for Real Time to be set up in the first place (or is it last? It depends which way round you see history as happening, and this too is now an increasingly vexed question).
There is, or was, a poet. His name was Lallafa, and he wrote what are widely regarded throughout the Galaxy as being the finest poems in existence, the Songs of the Long Land.
They are/were unspeakably wonderful. That is to say, you couldn't speak very much of them at once without being so overcome with emotion, truth and a sense of wholeness and oneness of things that you wouldn't pretty soon need a brisk walk round the block, possibly pausing at a bar on the way back for a quick glass of perspective and soda. They were that good.
Lallafa had lived in the forests of the Long Lands of Effa. He lived there, and he wrote his poems there. He wrote them on pages made of dried habra leaves, without the benefit of education or correcting fluid. He wrote about the light in the forest and what he thought about that. He wrote about the darkness in the forest, and what he thought about that. He wrote about the girl who had left him and precisely what he thought about that.
Long after his death his poems were found and wondered over. News of them spread like morning sunlight. For centuries they illuminated and watered the lives of many people whose lives might otherwise have been darker and drier.
Then, shortly after the invention of time travel, some major correcting fluid manufacturers wondered whether his poems might have been better still if he had had access to some high-quality correcting fluid, and whether he might be persuaded to say a few words on that effect.
They travelled the time waves, they found him, they explained the situation- with some difficulty- to him, and did indeed persuade him. In fact they persuaded him to such an effect that he became extremely rich at their hands, and the girl about whom he was otherwise destined to write which such precision never got around to leaving him, and in fact they moved out of the forest to a rather nice pad in town and he frequently commuted to the future to do chat shows, on which he sparkled wittily.
He never got around to writing the poems, of course, which was a problem, but an easily solved one. The manufacturers of correcting fluid simply packed him off for a week somewhere with a copy of a later edition of his book and a stack of dried habra leaves to copy them out on to, making the odd deliberate mistake and correction on the way.
Many people now say that the poems are suddenly worthless. Others argue that they are exactly the same as they always were, so what's changed? The first people say that that isn't the point. They aren't quite sure what the point is, but they are quite sure that that isn't it. They set up the Campaign for Real Time to try to stop this sort of thing going on. Their case was considerably strengthened by the fact that a week after they had set themselves up, news broke that not only had the great Cathedral of Chalesm been pulled down in order to build a new ion refinery, but that the construction of the refinery had taken so long, and had had to extend so far back into the past in order to allow ion production to start on time, that the Cathedral of Chalesm had now never been built in the first place. Picture postcards of the cathedral suddenly became immensely valuable.
So a lot of history is now gone for ever.
One of the major problems encountered in time travel is not that of accidentally becoming your own father or mother. There is no problem involved in becoming your own father or mother that a broadminded and well-adjusted family can't cope with. There is also no problem about changing the course of history- the course of history does not change because it all fits together like a jigsaw. All the important changes have happened before the things they were supposed to change and it all sorts itself out in the end.
The major problem is quite simply one of grammar, and the main work to consult in this matter is Dr Dan Streetmentioner's Time Traveller's Handbook of 1001 Tense Formations. It will tell you for instance how to describe something that was about to happen to you in the past before you avoided it by time-jumping forward two days in order to avoid it. The event will be described differently according to whether you are talking about it from the standpoint of your own natural time, from a time in the further future, or a time in the further past and is further complicated by the possibility of conducting conversations whilst you are actually travelling from one time to another with the intention of becoming your own father or mother.
Most readers get as far as the Future Semi-Conditionally Modified Subinverted Plagal Past Subjunctive Intentional before giving up: and in fact in later editions of the book all the pages beyond this point have been left blank to save on printing costs.
Note: The term "Future Perfect" has been abandoned since it was discovered not to be.
The Encyclopedia Galactica has much to say on the theory and practice of time travel, most of which is incomprehensible to anyone who hasn't spent at least four lifetimes studying advanced hypermathematics, and since it was impossible to do this before time travel was invented, there is a certain amount of confusion as to how the idea was arrived at in the first place. One rationalization of this problem states that time travel was, by its very nature, discovered simultaneously at all periods of history, but this is clearly bunk.
The trouble is that a lot of history is now quite clearly bunk as well.
Here is an example. It may not seem to be an important one to some people, but to others it is crucial. It is certainly significant in that it was the single event which caused the Campaign for Real Time to be set up in the first place (or is it last? It depends which way round you see history as happening, and this too is now an increasingly vexed question).
There is, or was, a poet. His name was Lallafa, and he wrote what are widely regarded throughout the Galaxy as being the finest poems in existence, the Songs of the Long Land.
They are/were unspeakably wonderful. That is to say, you couldn't speak very much of them at once without being so overcome with emotion, truth and a sense of wholeness and oneness of things that you wouldn't pretty soon need a brisk walk round the block, possibly pausing at a bar on the way back for a quick glass of perspective and soda. They were that good.
Lallafa had lived in the forests of the Long Lands of Effa. He lived there, and he wrote his poems there. He wrote them on pages made of dried habra leaves, without the benefit of education or correcting fluid. He wrote about the light in the forest and what he thought about that. He wrote about the darkness in the forest, and what he thought about that. He wrote about the girl who had left him and precisely what he thought about that.
Long after his death his poems were found and wondered over. News of them spread like morning sunlight. For centuries they illuminated and watered the lives of many people whose lives might otherwise have been darker and drier.
Then, shortly after the invention of time travel, some major correcting fluid manufacturers wondered whether his poems might have been better still if he had had access to some high-quality correcting fluid, and whether he might be persuaded to say a few words on that effect.
They travelled the time waves, they found him, they explained the situation- with some difficulty- to him, and did indeed persuade him. In fact they persuaded him to such an effect that he became extremely rich at their hands, and the girl about whom he was otherwise destined to write which such precision never got around to leaving him, and in fact they moved out of the forest to a rather nice pad in town and he frequently commuted to the future to do chat shows, on which he sparkled wittily.
He never got around to writing the poems, of course, which was a problem, but an easily solved one. The manufacturers of correcting fluid simply packed him off for a week somewhere with a copy of a later edition of his book and a stack of dried habra leaves to copy them out on to, making the odd deliberate mistake and correction on the way.
Many people now say that the poems are suddenly worthless. Others argue that they are exactly the same as they always were, so what's changed? The first people say that that isn't the point. They aren't quite sure what the point is, but they are quite sure that that isn't it. They set up the Campaign for Real Time to try to stop this sort of thing going on. Their case was considerably strengthened by the fact that a week after they had set themselves up, news broke that not only had the great Cathedral of Chalesm been pulled down in order to build a new ion refinery, but that the construction of the refinery had taken so long, and had had to extend so far back into the past in order to allow ion production to start on time, that the Cathedral of Chalesm had now never been built in the first place. Picture postcards of the cathedral suddenly became immensely valuable.
So a lot of history is now gone for ever.
(c. 1200 BC) Iranian prophet who founded the religion of Zoroastrianism.
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Fictional Language made for lonely people
used in Star Trek Saga.
used in Star Trek Saga.
A famous book in which St. John the Divine concealed all that he knew. The revealing is done by the commentators, who know nothing.
(also: The Devil's Dictionary)
(also: The Devil's Dictionary)
the Merriam-Webster dictionary, https://www.merriam-webster.com/
Ah the age-old adage that's been passed down from generation to generation warning us against taking too big of a risk. "Putting all your eggs in one basket" they say "you're bound to get burned." But is that really the case? Let's take a closer look at this fowl matter.
Imagine for a moment that you have a basket of eggs. Not just any eggs, mind you. These are rare and prized heirloom eggs, with a unique flavor that's been passed down through the generations. You've worked hard to gather them and now they're all in one basket. So, what do you do? Do you spread them out just to be safe? Or do you take a leap of faith and keep them all together?
If you're anything like me, you'll choose the latter. After all, why would you want to spread your wealth out when you can concentrate it all in one place? The key, of course, is to find the right basket. It must be sturdy, reliable, and most importantly, able to handle the weight of all those eggs.
But what happens if that basket should happen to fail? Well, my friends, that's where the real fun begins. Because when you've got all your eggs in one basket, you're forced to think on your feet. You'll scramble, you'll improvise and, if necessary, you'll fry up an omelet of epic proportions.
In short, putting all your eggs in one basket is a bold and daring move. But it's also one that pays off in the end with a rich and satisfying reward that's well worth the risk. So go ahead, take the leap. And remember, when it comes to life's biggest gambles, sometimes it's best to put all your eggs in one basket.
Imagine for a moment that you have a basket of eggs. Not just any eggs, mind you. These are rare and prized heirloom eggs, with a unique flavor that's been passed down through the generations. You've worked hard to gather them and now they're all in one basket. So, what do you do? Do you spread them out just to be safe? Or do you take a leap of faith and keep them all together?
If you're anything like me, you'll choose the latter. After all, why would you want to spread your wealth out when you can concentrate it all in one place? The key, of course, is to find the right basket. It must be sturdy, reliable, and most importantly, able to handle the weight of all those eggs.
But what happens if that basket should happen to fail? Well, my friends, that's where the real fun begins. Because when you've got all your eggs in one basket, you're forced to think on your feet. You'll scramble, you'll improvise and, if necessary, you'll fry up an omelet of epic proportions.
In short, putting all your eggs in one basket is a bold and daring move. But it's also one that pays off in the end with a rich and satisfying reward that's well worth the risk. So go ahead, take the leap. And remember, when it comes to life's biggest gambles, sometimes it's best to put all your eggs in one basket.
ex wife of johnny depp
Incredibly good Swedish band led by mathematician composer papa Emeritus IV. The names of other band members - the Nameless ghouls - are secret. Former lead guitarist Omega however, revealed his identity after leaving the bandand founding Magna Carta Cartel. Their music overcombines many different instruments, genres and effects
(also: Thobias Forge)
(also: Thobias Forge)
Suicide is an act commit by some people to end their life,science have evidence that people with suicide ideas are crazy people.(and by the way you can stop someone from commiting suicide with using force it's legal.)
(n.) one who is foolish or contemptible; the word, originally Hebrew, is widely recognized as an inherently funny one to say
sign-up or face the consequences!
“"observers" must obey the call.”
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