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Once again Zachary awoke on a muddy slope. Of course he couldn't really call it waking up since this was in fact a dream. It was the same dream he had been having every night for longer than he cared to remember. He was on a slippery slope above a gaping crevice. He did not know how he came to be there, he did not know what lay in the open wound in the ground below him, all he knew was that if he couldn't claw his up to the top of the slope he was going to die. Of course this was easier said than done. It was dark, it was cold, he was soaked through, and the earth beneath his tenuous grip was quickly turning to mud. He could barely move and

Joey Tribbiani and Barney Stinson I have seen How I Met Your Mother compared with Friends a few times and it occurred to me to compare the two characters that are the womanisers of their respective groups, Joey Tribbiani and Barney Stinson. The two have some basic similarities but when their actions and motivations are examined they are shown to be very different. Before I begn I should stress that while I have seen every episode of Friends multiple times I cannot say the same for Joey, therefore I will be ignoring Joey for the sake of this article and concentrating on Joey as he is portrayed in Friends. Origins Barney Stinson is given mul

Problem I: Previous attempts to re immerse a human mind into the reality of the Matrix once they have become aware of its artificial nature have met with failure. Success has only been possible in instances when the subject has not gained true awareness. However it is hard to identify which humans are truly aware and which humans are not. Problem II: Rogue programs continue to spread disruption throughout the Matrix. Although the average human only perceives them as freak occurrences, most commonly UFOs they stretch the credibility of the reality that the Matrix creates and has a noticeable contribution to the number of humans that become aw

I was at first unsure how to write this letter, when I realised that this letter was something that I needed to write I thought I should address it is a letter to feminists, now I believe that it should be addressed to the women of the world. I write this letter because I look back at the way I was towards women in the past and I am ashamed, I write this out of the need to apologise and the need to show that I am no longer that boy/man, that I have grown and in doing so have come to see just how disgusting what I used to be truly was. When I first heard of feminist perspectives, I was dismissive and rude. I was of the opinion that feminists