February 2012
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The Best of Conversations
I was reading a fic earlier today (don’t judge me) and learned about the Party Exclusion Principle (or Pauli Exclusion Principle, if you’re a boring physicist that never goes to parties), and decided to share my thoughts on the old BookFace. What followed was the most deeply scientific conversation I’ve ever had.
Johnson- The Party Exclusion Principle clearly states that...
Happy Valentine's Day!
biteythevillain:
violets are blue
roses are red
hey hey hey
stay outta my shed
HEY HEY HEY…
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Alice and the Advancement of the Cardboard...
I played Alice: Madness Returns a little while back and had some conflicting opinions regarding the game itself. As a piece of media, it was gorgeous to sit back and look at. Watching Alice slip between moments of peace and insanity in this sequel to American McGee’s classic was, at times, more entertaining than playing it. The worlds are beautifully - and nightmarishly - crafted, and even...
Marvel demands $17,000 from Gary Friedrich, the... →
gastrophobia:
potatofarmgirl:
brain-food:
Recently, Marvel triumphed in court against Gary Friedrich, the creator of Ghost Rider, as to whether any money or rights were owed to him from the use of the characters in movies, with the second movie starring Nicolas Cage on its way.
And while the court decided that Marvel owe Gary nothing, they also decided on a counter claim from Marvel, that...
SoldiersandUkuleles →
peccatheogre:
I’m not the best musician, but its something I love to do and its a great outlet. So please, show some support and check me out.
This is a good battle buddy of mine that plays some wicked ukelele sounds. Give the man a listen and calm your earholes.
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EMERGENCY TEMPORAL SHIFT
This message is brought to you by the Daleks, who have me typing furiously at gunpoint.
So I finally got myself a tablet, which I mailed to myself in the future so I can open it up and dick around with it in about three weeks. That is, in about three weeks when I get back to the glorious hills and fjords of America, where the birds sing the national anthem and the 72-ounce steaks taste like...
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January 2012
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Why did the chicken cross the road?
Nicolas Cage: To steal the Declaration of Independence.
Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North: National Security was at stake.
Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali: The Fish.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Epicurus: For fun.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume: Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?
Ronald Reagan: I forget.
John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx: You tell me.
Mr. T.: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard: It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather: I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Othello: Jealousy.
Dr. Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs. Thatcher: This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.
Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)
Hamlet: That is not the question.
Donne: It crosseth for thee.
Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
Constable: To get a better view.
Yeats: She was following the Faeries that sang to her to come away with them from the dull, bucolic comfort of the farmyard to the waters and the wild.
Shelley: 'Tis a metaphor for the pursuits of man: though 'twas deemed an extraordinary occurrence at the time, still it brought little to bear on the great scheme of time and history, and was ultimately fruitless and forgotten.
Tolkien: Chickens are respectable folk, and well thought of. They never go on any adventures or do anything unexpected. One fine spring day, as the chicken wandered contentedly around the farmyard, clucking and pecking and enjoying herself immensely, there appeared a Wizard and thirteen Dwarves who were in need of a chicken to share in their adventure. Reluctantly she joined their party, and with them crossed the road into the great Unknown, muttering about how rude the Dwarves were to take her away on such short notice, without even giving her time to brush her feathers or fetch her hat.
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“You put lotion on my feet while I was sleeping!”
– One of my battle buddies, moments after waking up and realizing our sergeant was violating him for sleeping too late.
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“He was an artist, and shit was his medium.”
– In response to my sergeant, who stopped by to use my bathroom. Hilarity did not ensue.
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tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
I learned a sad truth today →
jhonenv:
Got an email from an aspiring artist who was asking for advice on how to get noticed , how to get attention for work that ISN’T essentially fanart. I guess the experience on their end is that when they do original pieces, the response is hardly a spark of what they get when they do something…
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What is this
I don’t even.