As much as I complain about you both, it gives me hope that a wounded heart can …uh… like something a lot. (I don’t want to say “love” because then I would be defining your relationship and that is double plus not cool. And what does “love” even mean? Hella lotta nothing to this budding cynic.) Many happy torque-room snuggle sessions. (Sorry about the wallet, Two-door. Next time I’ll throw a stress ball or something. :))

o give it up already, they are in love, you know it, i know it, whether they know it or not doesnt matter. ALL YOU NEED is love!!!!! ba da da da da

It was never my intension to enter a debate about the state of their relationship, only the state of their being, their -liness if it pleases you, and that, dear helen, is love. And they are the only ones it does (or should) matter to.

Helen, don’t remind them of the Beatles. Tudor may take “Why don’t we do it in the Road” to heart. ;)

Alysia, thank you for leaving things deliciously undefined! Breaking things down to silly words doesn’t seem right. I’d much rather have the -liness

Don’t worry about the wallet — sometimes I need a firm slap on my ass to bring me back to reality.

and yes, why don’t we do it in the road? No one will be watching us.

everyone is watching, silly.

you put the definition of love on it for me. i never put any definition i just said love. love means many many many things to me. as it should and does for many people. blinking someone can definitely be defined as love. the state of their being does matter to me, as it obviously does in some way shape or form to everyone who reads this god damn blog.
tudor - blink on

Orafice tatooes? sounds like somesort of Cronenberg-ish thing.

it was either that or inserting game pods into our spines … yeah, Cronenberg is sexy

ooooooh game pods! game pods!

This discussion is fantabulous! I never bought the capital L idea of Love and I’m glad to see there are other people who don’t either.

Carly, maybe that’s why you hosted the anti-valentine’s day celebration ;).

Anyway, we had a somewhat similar discussion a while back. The wonderful Meghann reminded me that there is no such thing as Love or the “right person” “because you yourself are wrong in some way” and need to find people who are “wrong in some complementary way.”

Let’s avoid the whole ambiguous and silly “love” thing … for now.

Helen said: “love means many many many things to me.” We must use words with precision so they mean exactly one thing, not many, many, many other things.

I don’t think there is any such thing as a word that means exactly one thing (and this from this once-upon-a-scientist), no more so than any image is read exactly the same way by two people. Mostly, that is. But you were just being facetious, j’imagine (?).

I forgot to mention this earlier - you should listen to a song called “The Dream of Evan and Chan” by dntel featuring Ben Gibbard (a collaboration which would later become The Postal Service). Not only is it impossibly beautiful, it contains the line “Your eyelashes tickled my neck with every nervous blink and it was perfect.” I thought of the song as soon as I read this entry.