I have noticed that when I meet someone who looks neanderthalish or apeish and I state that looking at them helps me believe in the Darwinian theory, they just look at me with a blank stare and say " what the hell are you talking about" , which just reaffirms the whole postulation.
Kurt Vonnegut's Galopagos is a good read.
Kilgore Trout was a character in Breakfast of Champions. We had a toilet that was manufactured by Kilgore and everytime I shit in it I would call it a Kilgore Trout.

YYAAAaaayyyyy, we were all just holding our collective breaths, waiting for you, Motoronin.

Julie Andrews Turns 79, this is hysterical

To commemorate her birthday, actress/vocalist, Julie Andrews made a special
appearance at Manhattan's
Radio City Music Hall for the benefit of the AARP. One of the musical
numbers she performed was 'My Favorite Things' from the legendary movie
'Sound Of Music'. Here are the lyrics she used:

(Sing It!) - If you sing it, its especially hysterical!!!

Botox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cadillacs and cataracts, hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the pipes leak, When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Back pain, confused brains and no need for sinnin',
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin',
And we won't mention our short shrunken frames,
When we remember our favorite things.

When the joints ache, When the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I've had,
And then I don't feel so bad.

Ms. Andrews received a standing ovation from the crowd that lasted over
four minutes and repeated encores. Please share Ms. Andrews' clever wit and
humor with others who would appreciate it.

interesting: http://urbanlegends.about.com/od/music/ ... aarp.htm...

Analysis: This parody of Rodgers and Hammerstein's "My Favorite Things" from the Broadway musical and screen adapation of The Sound of Music was never sung by Julie Andrews -- indeed, it is quite possible she is not even aware of its existence. The actress/singer turned 69 on October 1, 2004, but she did not perform at Radio City Music Hall that year, nor at any publicized benefit for the American Association of Retired Persons (AARP).

Composed anonymously, the parody itself dates back to 2001 (at least), when variants popped up on the Internet (example #1, example #2) prefaced with statements like "Imagine hearing Julie Andrews singing this."

It appeared in a Dear Abby column dated March 10, 2002 accompanied by the claim that Andrews had altered the lyrics herself and sang them at a concert for AARP, though the column predated the alleged 69th birthday performance by two years. "The rewritten lyrics are a hoot," replied Abby, "but I doubt that Julie Andrews ever warbled them."

More to the point, Andrews lost her singing voice after undergoing throat surgery in 1997 and has rarely sung live in public since.

I believe we are too much relying to the world we see, hear, touch and taste. There are more of it, more dimensions however we have no clue of... How do you sometimes feel about anything, without even knowing it? Intuition? Subconsciousness? These are non-defined values (expect psychiatry, but I am not talking about this), and there are more. Code - you can compare it of genetic code (its like program running in your PC or Mac). But code of soul. Have you seen any of your close relatives on funeral being buried? Its a body, still this body you have known so closely but it lacks something. Something yet non-defined, but important. The code. But not the code of body which is still in front of you but code of soul. Darwin theory is way too simplified and primitive to fit the world we are really living in. Makes sense?

(F..ck its raining and drinking my second morning coffee I try to figure out what do instead of driving to work on my SD )

Makes sense to me ,the human soul and spirit can't be defined by science.

Never mind about standard cans mate... ^^

41KS, firstly you're supposedly taking sense from the usual, utter bloody drivel the OP stated. Then, after giving 'the teenager's' preposterously diarrhetic poetry, some semblance of credibility you end up spouting your own; you must be correct, God makes me love this bike because one must have 'soul'. If that's the case, God made me and the large majority of my mates, utter.....fookin'....hooligans. He must have done, I'm not how I am because of anything else but God's will and his blessing on my soul; let me enter the priesthood, grab as much hypocrisy as I can gather and I'll be molesting small children with the best of them in no time. if only I possessed my own emotions, Goddammit!!