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It's True! It's True! You can explode potatoes in microwaves! *mutter*

they're just not talking in order to fool us i tell ya.
It's dinner time. hence the "F5" key just got tapped three times by a paw, which then ran off and looked innocent.

If you are in the kitchen, you are moving. I need to replace all my kitchen lighting with motion detector driven lights, set to a 30 second timer with fade-ins and -outs (and of course an off-switch to prevent a feline powered strobe show during movies). yum.

I have to learn to stop asking the questions like "Is Fantasy better than Reality?" and just start living the answers. The answer is always "balance" (which still sounds way too much like "compromise" or "average" connotation-wise); but if it makes you smile to see a herd of elephants stampeding towards you whenever you glance in your rear-view mirror, then just do it, as long as you never try to swerve to avoid them (unless they are actually real, in which case you probably should. And we won't even talk about elephants coming over a hill, or jokes of that ilk...)

Ahhh, to be six again.

chickens and eggs: will you stop complaining once you are happy, or will you be happy when you stop complaining...

Vote for More Wiccan Nurses!

some people seem to think that I'm joking when I say I like cats more than I like most people. I think it essentially boils down to (i am a reductionist after all) the fact that humans lose their romance as you grow up, whereas cats ARE romance.
Cats are dreams, they are epiphanies, they are comfort, they are love.
Whereas humans are obsessions, phobias, confrontations, tragic near hits, and an unceasing barrage of obligation (physical/mental/emotional/financial/ and temporal).

of course the complete opposite is also true. but that goes without saying.
*mutter*

did you know?
     if you ask your roomates "do i make too much noise?" too many times, you can make them paranoid too!

Procrastination is probably my favourite Despair poster.

http://www.geocities.com/urban_existentialist/
pseudo-intellectual singing dancing gerbil gifs. (or not)

i love my ™™

For its fourth anniversary edition — "The World Question Center 2001" — Edge has reached out to a wide group of individuals distinguished by their significant achievements and asked them to respond to the following question:

"What Questions Have Disappeared?"

"Thusly shall be the end of the world of man, and the beginning of the next.
We shall move silently, leaving nary a stone turned nor leaf disturbed.
We shall communicate fully in the languages of body, mind and voice.
We shall see (not just observe) the movements of animal and plant.
Empathize and individualise,
burn at both ends whilst growing from the middle,
creating, discovering, teaching, and joking our way into infinity."

I don't believe that an object's mere existence gives it any inherent value. You aren't likely to have books with no redeeming features on your bookshelves.
i need to exorcise my inner politician.

coffee flavoured cat

how to wear a Kimono

*hums innocently and hopes no-one noticed*

Brickfilms - dedicated to the art of stop-motion animation, specifically the art of animating LEGO brand bricks

Space Death: For those people who lead boring lives, now they can have an exciting death! We will shoot them out of the earth's atmosphere inside a giant gerbil ball, equipped with a pressure suit and 20 minutes worth of air. Fun!

Hey, diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.

The little dog laughed,
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.


Mother Goose knew what was up.

when we get genetic manipulation down to the level of a backshed weekend hobby, i'm looking forward to my 2cm high herd of elephants. but how will i quench the urge to buy a blackmarket set of 1cm high cavepeople™?

bring me your finest meats and cheeses

my truth is someone elses lie.
one of those thoughts that pops up every few months (like thinking about my future death) that can be contempated and then forgotten again until the next time, because it can never be figured out. i like those.
but you can't write them down and think about them all the time, because then you would become a philosopher, and their tendency to proselytize makes them annoying.
so many questions so many questions so many questions. with so many answers and so many truths.
gonna lapse into poetry if im not careful. fsking headache.

i can't sing. so i babble instead. or that's the excuse i use when people catch me talking to non-sentient objects anyway.

modernist psychedelica? the Stargate Kinetic Sculpture

or maybe a Black Light Ceiling Fan

dear god no. there goes my week. HHGTTG javascript game, in full, online. *twitch*

pah! all the people are asking "where are the flying cars?"...

...when all i want to know, is where are my inflatable pants?

huh?

make faces at babies

"Pushmi-pullyus are now extinct. That means, there aren't any more. But long ago, when Doctor Dolittle was alive, there were some of them still left in the deepest jungles of Africa; and even then they were very, very scarce. They had no tail, but a head at each end, and sharp horns on each head. They were very shy, and terribly hard to catch."
Go read a children's book. It'll make your day.

Creatures, a great art piece from quiet-time

toys: Wrist Dreams by I4U.com::: The Coolest New Technology Wrist Watches

people often comment on how they would like to come back as a cat in their next life. Screw that. I want to live as well as a cat in this lifetime.