02-04-2012, 02:46 PM
Ray: "Wait, come to think of it, by that sort of reasoning no one should
bother to fall in love anymore."
Dale: I don't!
Ray: I've heard that before. Usually doesn't last long. (But, uh, yes, that's
anecdotal evidence based on my own data which, statistically speaking,
is biased up the kazoo.)
Ray: "Gosh, if we let that stop us, none of us would write poems
about anything under the sun."
Dale: "...and though there are a billion trillion plastic bottles on the
planet, I guess a few more won't hurt!"
Ray: OMG! This needs to be (not really) opened up as a discussion
thread: "Calculating the carbon footprint of poetry."
But, as a guess, the time spent writing the damn things probably
emits lower quantities of greenhouse gases (except for Billy and Mark)
than most other endeavors, plastic bottles included.
Dale: "But just for you Ray, I'll post something for Violent times day!"
Ray: Great! Looking forward to it. And, really, since deviation is encouraged,
you should feel free to be as misanthropic as you desire.
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