Pariah

I realise the way your eyes deceive me
With tender looks that I mistook for love
So take away the flowers that you gave me
And send the kind that you remind me of   Paper roses, paper roses,
Oh how real those roses seem to me
But they're only imitation
Like your imitation love for me   I thought that you would be a perfect lover
You seemed so full of sweetness at the start
But like a big red rose that's made of paper
There isn't any sweetness in your heart   Paper roses, paper roses
Oh how real those roses seem to me
But they're only imitation
Like your imitation love for me

When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle
Oh, it was beautiful, magical
 
And all the birds in the trees
Well they'd be singing so happily
Oh, joyfully
Oh, playfully, watching me
 
But then they sent me away
To teach me how to be sensible
Logical
Oh responsible, practical
 
And they showed me a world
Where I could be so dependable
Oh, clinical
Oh, intellectual, cynical
 
There are times when all the world's asleep
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won't you, please, please, tell me what we've learned?
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am
 
Now watch what you say
Or they'll be calling you a radical
A liberal
Oh fanatical, criminal
 
Oh, won't you sign up your name?
We'd like to feel you're acceptable
Respectable
Oh presentable, a vegetable
 
But at night, when all the world's asleep
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please (won't you tell me?)
Please tell me what we've learned? (can you hear me?)
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am
 
Who I am
Who I am
Who I am
Who I am
 
'Cause I'm feeling so illogical
D-d-digital
One, two, three, four, five
Oh oh oh oh
Unbelievable
B-b-bloody marvelous

I saw this today and thought it good enough to share.  Source is:  'Freedom Cafe' description is a perfect response to arguments against mask requirements - Upworthy 
 
"Welcome to the Freedom Cafe!  We trust you to make your own choices if you want to wear a face mask. And, in the same spirit of individual liberty, we allow our staff to make their own choices about the safety procedures they prefer to follow as they prepare and serve your food."
 
"We encourage employees to wash their hands after using the bathroom, but understand that some people may be allergic to certain soaps or may simply prefer not to wash their hands. It is not our place to tell them what to do."
 
"We understand that you may be used to chicken that has been cooked to 165 degrees. We do have to respect that some of our cooks may have seen a meme or a YouTube video saying that 100 degrees is sufficient, and we do not want to encroach on their beliefs."
 
"Some of our cooks may prefer to use the same utensils for multiple ingredients, including ingredients some customers are allergic to. That is a cook's right to do so."
 
"Some servers may wish to touch your food as they serve it. There is no reason that a healthy person with clean hands can't touch your food. We will take their word for it that they are healthy and clean."
 
"Water temperature and detergent are highly personal choices, and we allow our dishwashing team to decide how they'd prefer to wash the silverware you will put in your mouth.
 
"Some of you may get sick, but almost everyone survives food poisoning. We think you'll agree that it's a small price to pay for the sweet freedom of no one ever being told what to do - and especially not for the silly reason of keeping strangers healthy."
 

I don't understand all the hate for Queen Elsa. You folks need to learn to let it go. 

I don't understand all the hate for Queen Elsa. You folks need to learn to let it go. 

woah, we’re 3/4 way there...

When life hands you lemons, be grateful, because at least you won't have to worry about getting scurvy. 

There's a Creepy Pics thread for things like this, you know. 

I don't understand all the hate for Queen Elsa. You folks need to learn to let it go. 

Carl Fredrickson Is reunited this his wife. 

As an undergraduate, my thermodynamics Professor was the son of a renowned research chemist who had worked with Albert Einstein at Princeton.
 
Three degrees of separation from Albert Einstein.

That's because all the good chemistry jokes argon. 

Taunt the French.

Waterloo
 
(You are defeated, I win the war)

If I had a quarter for every math test I failed, I'd have $8.43.

Ed Asner Dies: TV Icon Who Played Lou Grant Was 91

Real Men, Real Roleplayers, Loonies, & Munchkins
 
From one of the originators, it seems.  That it's getting close to 40 years old now is ... somehow daunting.

Metallic lithium would be better.

Surprising absolutely no one... 
 
Online Trolls Actually Just A$$#oles All the Time, Study Finds

Honestly, I don't think anyone does.   But regardless, it provides a bit of fun for all: we can still say "we appreciate your existence;" it's just on the day you have selected as your birthday. 
 
 
 
 
 
My personal favorite on such a thing:
 
There was some remodeling going on in Savannah on the facades of a few buildings many, many years ago (like the 80s) and I was walking through it with a date.  To be fair, lots of people were walking through it, but I wasn't dating them, so....
 
The young lady and I heard someone holler, and we looked up to see a guy grabbing at a line that was likely supposed to be attacked to another guy.  We won't ever know exactly what happened, but what we saw was this:
 
a scaffold walkboard was laying over sideways (don't know what happened) and a guy was falling.  He was four stories up, and was flailing.  He managed to whack his head on the scaffolding of the "floor" beneath him, but doing so kind of flipped him around so that he could grab onto the scaffolding he was falling past.
 
It didn't really help, as when he grabbed it he was jerked violently and couldn't hold on (or even slow dow, but an effort was made).
 
At that point we lost track of him behind the temporary fences erected around the work zone to protect traffic and passers-by.
 
We heard commotion and shouting, and we were pretty sure we had just watched a guy get all kinds of messed up.  The guy who (we think) first hollered was leaning over the scaffold, looking down at whatever was going on behind the fence.  After a few minutes, he stands, shoves and arm out and very definately gives "the finger" to someone below him.
 
Almost immediately the guy who fell-- clothing torn, dirt and much all over him, (weren't close enough to tell much else, but the way he moved suggested he was a bit sore) began to climb the scaffold.  He stopped on the second floor to take a hammer from his belt and throw it at the first guy with all his might.  He missed by a mile, but the intentions were clear.  He resumed his hollering and yelling and climbed up even faster.
 
 
"Jesus!"  my date exclaimed.  "That guy's tougher than a Huddle House steak!"
 
 
 
And that, Sir, has ever-since been my go-to expression for those who can push well beyond the limits of human frailty.     
 
 
 

Happiest of birthdays!

Pariah's avatar may look like Crusader, but it's actually Foxbat in disguise.

Cancer adopted Schrodinger's cat.
 
...or did he?