How to Use a Semicolon

I saw this on Facebook this morning; it was well-done so I decided to share it: How to Use a Semicolon.

Just Stories . . . of Abortion.

Abortion is a hot button issue. That makes it difficult to talk about. Talk about, not fight about, which is all people seem to do these days as everyone wants to defeat their perceived enemy rather than talk to fellow human beings. I think of what George Bernard Shaw said, "The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place."

Iranians Love Israel/Israelis Love Iran

I just read about this campaign in The New Yorker: Iranians Love Israel/Israelis Love Iran. It's citizens of one country reaching out to the citizens of another.

“Our main aim is introducing the Iranians to the Israelis and the Israelis to the Iranians,” Majid (who asked not to be identified by his last name because he fears for his safety) wrote me by e-mail. Asked what propelled him to respond to the Israeli initiative, he replied, “While the leaders threaten war and they want to bomb our countries, we (Israeli and Iranian citizens) are already bombarding each other—with love and peace.”

New Rule

New rule, until "new" atheists stop ridiculing, attacking and inciting hatred toward the beliefs of others, idiots have to stop saying that "new" atheists aren’t bigots. A bigot is defined, by the Canadian Oxford English Dictionary, as: a person intolerant of another's beliefs, race, politics, ect.

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Happy Saint Patrick's Day

Spring is dawning and there’s magic in the air that can be felt by anyone with a soft heart, open mind, and clean conscience. It must be Saint Patrick’s Day!

The Best, and Worst, St. Patrick's Day(s)

As St. Patrick Day approaches I think back over Paddy's Days gone-by, all the way back to marching around the school gymnasium, dressed all in green, in our mini St. Patrick's Day parade, at North Marysburgh elementary school. No beer at that one, not for the students anyway.

Then there was St. Pat's in college. In first year radio we were broke, so, we bought large, cheap, bottles of cider and filled the water cooler. Some people ate dog food and liked it, until they found out it was dog food then the person who tricked them into eating it had to run and hide. Again, I'm sorry.

Two St. Patrick's were spent at McVeigh's, Toronto's oldest Irish pub. Possibly three, were spent there, but I think the third was just a really good night in an Irish pub; I may never know for sure. One of the St. Patrick's Days, that I know was a St. Patricks Day, I got into an Irish Dance competition with a professional Irish dancer. I didn't mean to, and I didn't know she was a professional, but by the time I realised what was going on the whole bar was watching so I couldn't stop. My legs were burning so badly afterwards I couldn't climb the stairs to the upstairs bar. Two bars, two bands, one building, good times.

New Script

I just finished writing a new film script. And rewriting a new film script. And then doing a light polish on a new film script. Then I gave it to friends for feed back. Right now it's perfect, and it will remain perfect until he and she get back to me or until I have to read it again. Then all the errors and changes that need to be made will rear their ugly heads. But for now it's perfect. And I'm going to enjoy that delusion while it lasts—in-between the moments of thinking it's total crap, of course.