Absolutely correct. Only those with legitimate medical conditions should be able to acquire a medical marijuana licence which, I assume, means free marijuana. It should not be too difficult for those whose responsibility it is to make the distinction.
There are those for whom that "cold lumpy phlegm sliding down the back of your throat" is not so much an aphrodisiac understood as the stimulus to future sexual engagement but rather the completion of the activity towards which that stimulus was initially directed. This is a difficult question, gesturing as it does to the nature of the aphrodisiac itself. What is the thing?
Some might argue that it not so much the stimulus to some future sexual engagement but rather the anticipation of its successful completion. In other words, the issue comes down to the syntactical distinction between intention and fulfilment. Are the two concepts necessarily mutually exclusive or, indeed, are they mutually complimentary?
To argue for their mutual exclusivity strikes one as odd. It strikes one as being merely philological, a matter of words, rather than a matter of reality. On the other hand, to argue that they are mutually complimentary suggests that, viewed ontologically, i.e., from the nature of its reality itself, the concept of an aphrodisiac, like other general concepts, is sufficiently elastic to embrace both perspectives. Thank you.
My comment, #6 in the series, was a riff on Nick's statement, "I cannot remember spending so much money for 20 minutes of anything in my life."
I advised Nick to raise his standards, that once he graduated from school he would be able to spend considerably more money for 20 minutes of rewarding activity. I advised him to focus on the South End rather than Citadel Hill at night. I recommended one in particular, a bastion of old Halifax money. (Not the one you're thinking of. The name begins with an "S.") He should look upon it as an investment. If he plays his cards right he would soon be singing "Cook-a-Roo-Mrs. Robinson." Get it? Good luck, Nick!
"Take a page from Quebec and learn how to drive." Blais
Blais (pronounced "Blay") has posted an excellent Bitch. As he correctly points out, too much courtesy is worse than not enough. There is nothing which infuriates Quebec drivers more than some buffoon slowing down traffic to avoid a stupid pedestrian attempting to cross the Decarie Expressway at rush hour. He must be made to pay. Big time.
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There are those for whom that "cold lumpy phlegm sliding down the back of your throat" is not so much an aphrodisiac understood as the stimulus to future sexual engagement but rather the completion of the activity towards which that stimulus was initially directed. This is a difficult question, gesturing as it does to the nature of the aphrodisiac itself. What is the thing?
Some might argue that it not so much the stimulus to some future sexual engagement but rather the anticipation of its successful completion. In other words, the issue comes down to the syntactical distinction between intention and fulfilment. Are the two concepts necessarily mutually exclusive or, indeed, are they mutually complimentary?
To argue for their mutual exclusivity strikes one as odd. It strikes one as being merely philological, a matter of words, rather than a matter of reality. On the other hand, to argue that they are mutually complimentary suggests that, viewed ontologically, i.e., from the nature of its reality itself, the concept of an aphrodisiac, like other general concepts, is sufficiently elastic to embrace both perspectives. Thank you.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
Montrealman, Ph.D.
My comment, #6 in the series, was a riff on Nick's statement, "I cannot remember spending so much money for 20 minutes of anything in my life."
I advised Nick to raise his standards, that once he graduated from school he would be able to spend considerably more money for 20 minutes of rewarding activity. I advised him to focus on the South End rather than Citadel Hill at night. I recommended one in particular, a bastion of old Halifax money. (Not the one you're thinking of. The name begins with an "S.") He should look upon it as an investment. If he plays his cards right he would soon be singing "Cook-a-Roo-Mrs. Robinson." Get it? Good luck, Nick!
See if this one makes it.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
Montrealman, Ph.D.
"Take a page from Quebec and learn how to drive." Blais
Blais (pronounced "Blay") has posted an excellent Bitch. As he correctly points out, too much courtesy is worse than not enough. There is nothing which infuriates Quebec drivers more than some buffoon slowing down traffic to avoid a stupid pedestrian attempting to cross the Decarie Expressway at rush hour. He must be made to pay. Big time.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
Montrealman, Ph.D.