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A 17 year old posts a pic of his friends having sex on his blog. Big deal? Well according to the letter of the law he’s stepped into the worst of the worst when it comes to sexualy explicit. Child pornography.

What? you say. Well, since his friend(s) are 16 they’re “minors”.

If anyone out there could say they considered themself a minor when they reached that age I’ll buy you a bridge. At that age we think of ourselves as grown up. We simply do.

Because adults of an older age choose to create law and spcify at exactly what age we are no longer a minor is another story. Drop the charges, re=evaluate the law, and lets move forward here people. A 17 year old might serve 20 years because he posted pix of his friends. I may not agree with the decision to post the pix I do know none of the ‘minors’ thought themselves to be ‘minors’ during the evening events that unfolded.

The votes were close to the wire in the most recent Vote Agreed to (52-48)and Vote Passed (51-49). CT lost on both counts. Drat! Nice try gents.

Potato chip bags are can be compared to the human existence. Created, labeled, and filled. After a bit of time they’re shipped off somewhere and settle quite a bit. The roads traveled cause some unsettling but the large part of the journey is typically fairly strait forward. For some bags things just go wrong from the beginning. The label is wrong, the contents are wrong, and sometimes they’re taken by someone less than copasetic.

The settling part is what has been on my mind. There are times when life has eased back and let things be. Those times can be dull or boring but it can also be hugely refreshing. The image of the lottery ball machine describes very well how things have been in my family lately. Opinions differed and philosophies clashed… For a long, long, time. Yesterday I knocked on my neighbors door. During our conversation he said “I thought you guys were mad at me or something. I thought, What have I done now?” In fact nothing had been done. We’d both been busy. Due to a lack of communication it seemed like there was something wrong. BAAAAHHHHNNN. Nope. Everything was fine. Now, after a 3 minutes conversation, all is well and I can expect the doorbell to ring.

Instead of a 3 minute conversation a seven, yes 7!, hour conversation took place recently with my aunt and uncle to clear things up. Of course the seven hours were not all filled with fervor but a large chunk of it was.

This bag of chips is settling down again. Since the chips fill the bag when they’re not in a sifted stated things look okay for the chips. At the beginning of course. But things have a way of changing and other circumstances affect the inside of your bag-o-chips. A bump here, a crash there, and then there is the kind pair of hands that delicately lifts, and opens the bag to separate each of the chips so as best to serve to someone. This bag of chips feels much better. Much. Not completely. I don’t think that’s really an option and that’s okay. Time for the daily shake down. Work calls and my mind and body feel ready.

People think I’m a bit out there because I get excited when the numbers 6 & 4 line up. Since TPU the numbers have had a significant impact on my life. After seeing this clip I can’t help but smile at the other smiles I’ve had because of 64. Ahhh.

The boy in this clip proves that the numbers work better than ANYONE could have ever imagined. The pay off is at the end of the clip. Six Four Smile!

I’m scared of not having the chance to allow my body to heal itself through truly natural means. Stem cells. While the current U.S. administration is not exactly helping, there are scores of people around the world looking and looking for some balance of morality and scientific advancement. Dream Theater wrote a song about it titled “The Great Debate“.

What if someone said
Promise lies ahead
Hopes are high in certain scientific circles
Life won’t have to end
You could walk again

What if someone said
Problems lie ahead
They’ve uncovered something highly controversial
The right to life is strong
Can’t you see it’s wrong

Human kind has reached a turning point
Poised for conflict at ground zero
Ready for a war
Do we look to our unearthly guide
Or the white coat heroes
Searching for a cure

It looks like those pesky Germans may have found an answer “Men’s testicles may provide an ‘ethical’ source of embryonic stem cells (ESCs), suggest new experiments in mice.”

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