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There is nothing more sad than a man (or woman, for that matter, not to get misogynistic at this stage) shuffling away, the slump in his (or her, if it, again, happens to be a non-misogynistic woman (non-misogynistic in her use in this story, or hypothetical use/ability to be in the exact same position as the current main, purportedly male, character, not that she's non-misogynistic herself. This is not to posit that she is however, only that she is free to be or not be non-misogynistic.) shoulders due to the heaviness of a battle hard-fought, yet lost, the tilt in their (to avoid the gendered possessive, thus saving yet one more explanation how we didn't mean women couldn't tilt their whatever it was we were about to say they couldn't tilt (their heads, for a sneak preview), and could do so as often or as well as they like) head due to the palpable sense of failure that one feels, on a still sunny day, leaving the fields of conflict with nothing in hand.

Sadness aside, it is sometimes an inevitability: there are days when, no matter how hard you try, the geese are going to always get to the bread crumbs you throw down before the poor ducks, and you're going to leave the green a beaten man (or woman, if you happen to find yourself occupying that gendered space).

disclaimer:
There is a film out this week.
Sane Magazine is just now beginning to bring you today's hot young filmmakers into the light of day.
The film this week, titled "A Brief Film About Turnips" (self-referential and self-reassuring titles proving a great comfort to film goers, just in case they thought, halfway through the adverts and previews that they'd gone to the theatre to read a book again), is definitely a classic, containing the sorts of thrills and chills you'd expect from a really big budget Hollywood film with lots of thrills and chills, and the witty dialogue you'd expect from something you'd expect to have witty dialogue.
Though we try to ask the bare minimum of yourselves each week, the movie does require the Flash plug-in from Macromedia, so we're afraid if you haven't got it, you'll need to go off and install something that upsets the delicate balance you'd finally achieved on your PC/Mac/*nix box, probably causing you to lose all your bank statements, if you tend to keep such things on or near your computer. All because of our movie.
Enjoy.


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		archives horoscopes accessories contacts fables home Add Sane Magazine to your My Netscape.		There is nothing more sad than a man (or woman, for that matter, not to get misogynistic at this stage) shuffling away, the slump in his (or her, if it, again, happens to be a non-misogynistic woman (non-misogynistic in her use in this story, or hypothetical use/ability to be in the exact same position as the current main, purportedly male, character, not that she's non-misogynistic herself. This is not to posit that she is however, only that she is free to be or not be non-misogynistic.) shoulders due to the heaviness of a battle hard-fought, yet lost, the tilt in their (to avoid the gendered possessive, thus saving yet one more explanation how we didn't mean women couldn't tilt their whatever it was we were about to say they couldn't tilt (their heads, for a sneak preview), and could do so as often or as well as they like) head due to the palpable sense of failure that one feels, on a still sunny day, leaving the fields of conflict with nothing in hand. Sadness aside, it is sometimes an inevitability: there are days when, no matter how hard you try, the geese are going to always get to the bread crumbs you throw down before the poor ducks, and you're going to leave the green a beaten man (or woman, if you happen to find yourself occupying that gendered space). disclaimer: There is a film out this week. Sane Magazine is just now beginning to bring you today's hot young filmmakers into the light of day. The film this week, titled "A Brief Film About Turnips" (self-referential and self-reassuring titles proving a great comfort to film goers, just in case they thought, halfway through the adverts and previews that they'd gone to the theatre to read a book again), is definitely a classic, containing the sorts of thrills and chills you'd expect from a really big budget Hollywood film with lots of thrills and chills, and the witty dialogue you'd expect from something you'd expect to have witty dialogue. Though we try to ask the bare minimum of yourselves each week, the movie does require the Flash plug-in from Macromedia, so we're afraid if you haven't got it, you'll need to go off and install something that upsets the delicate balance you'd finally achieved on your PC/Mac/*nix box, probably causing you to lose all your bank statements, if you tend to keep such things on or near your computer. All because of our movie. Enjoy.