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| Wednesday, October 18th, 2006 | | 8:34 pm |
| | Tuesday, September 19th, 2006 | | 12:04 pm |
ARRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Avast, me hearties! HAPPY NATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY! Current Mood: ScurvyCurrent Music: 16 men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! | | Thursday, February 9th, 2006 | | 8:00 pm |
World of Warcraft on mute + Grateful Dead on iTunes > cocaine + Valium | | Tuesday, February 7th, 2006 | | 1:05 am |
All women are born doves.
And a knight in shining armor is nothing more or less than a gilded cage.
Now here's the twist: the cage is the shining armor itself, and the knight's trapped in there too. Because just as every woman is born a dove, men have a little secret of their own: inside every proud patriarch, there's a proud peacock fighting to get out, regardless of his sexual orientation. | | Saturday, February 4th, 2006 | | 7:04 pm |
Fellow Anglochicks: Ever wondered what Black women and Frenchwomen seem to understand that we don't?
Let me try and break it down for you, because I don't know about the rest of y'all, but it took me a long time to figure this out for myself.
If your man does not worship the ground you walk on, he's not worth your time. Because you can find one who will, and it's as simple as getting up and switching from the jocks' table to the math club's corner (or the stoners' wall, for that matter). So stop being a chickenshit and switch to the driver's seat. You know you want to.
P.S. Translation: Get your lazy ass up and onto your own white horse. Yes, Genevieve, even if your armor is rusty and your horse is just an old gray mare.
P.P.S.
He's got to get it, bring it, and put it right here
Or else he's gonna keep it out there
If he must steal it, beg it, or borrow it somewhere
Long as he gets it, child, I don't care.
The rooster gets the worm, and brings it to the hen
That oughta be a tip to all you no-good men
The groundhog even brings it and puts it in his hole
So my man has got to bring it, doggone his soul!
- Bessie Smith, popular and influential blues singer, 1920s-'30s
P.P.P.S. "Slut," "bitch," and "feminist" are just three of the many loaded words that the jocks like to throw around to keep the bottle-blondes by their side and acting ditzy instead of at another table and growing out their natural hair color.
P.P.P.P.S. For those who still don't quite get it, {worships the ground you walk on} = {100% whupped & 100% enjoying it}
P.P.P.P.P.S. Wanna hear a joke I made up the last time I was flying (from L.A. to San Francisco) and told to the Black head stewardess in passing as I de-planed because she had been very funny over the intercom and I knew she would laugh hard at it even though it wasn't really that funny, and she did? OK, here goes:
Q: How do you beat the men at their own game?
A: Don't try to become a flight attendant.
Just become a stewardess and spend the rest of your life laughing at them.
Current Mood:  quixotic | | Thursday, February 2nd, 2006 | | 11:28 pm |
Locke's version of the social contract bends Hobbes's over the table.
As much as it pains me to say so, given my great admiration of the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes. But man is a social animal--emphasis on the animal part--and Bill Watterson knows that better than anyone.
America's traditional social contract is obsolete. Government should be the country's heart and soul (welfare state, universal healthcare, foreign aid); its voice (patriotism, international image); and its conscience (justice, international treaties). IT SHOULD NOT BE THE COUNTRY'S BRAIN, EGO, OR WALLET, because politicians are stupid and corrupt. That's what's wrong with conservatives--they want to sternly father America, disciplining it and filling it with guilt and paranoia, without taking care of it the way a mother does. They want to boss America around and remake it in their own image. Wiser people recognize that you can't control such a large organism, so you might as well just accept it unconditionally and make sure it's as healthy as possible. Problem is, to take care of the people, you also have to regulate business--which has no heart--and that's never going to happen as long as Washington is in the pockets of the lobbyists.
In this sense, we have become the very thing we most feared: Communists. They pretended to take care of their people while crushing them underfoot with corruption and lust for power. How horrifying. Every one of them be damned, and not only corrupt Communists, but every politician in Washington, and every politician's wife or daughter who asks for an expensive thing that she knows will cost a metal suitcase full of money. You traitors are bending our country over the table, and the lobbies are looking on with glee.
Question: Was all this crap insightful, or so obvious it hardly needed to be said in the first place? | | Wednesday, February 1st, 2006 | | 8:48 pm |
Dumbledore is Old English for bumblebee.
You may already know that. But did you know that Socrates called himself "a gadfly on the slumbering beast of Athens"? The idea was to sting it into action by annoying everyone.
So, a bumblebee is simply an English gadfly--but with one key difference. A bumblebee knows that he's bumbling (making mistakes). | | Sunday, January 29th, 2006 | | 10:18 pm |
Traditional K-12 education is obsolete.
We can learn more from each other at this point than we can from some stupid teachers. And I'm not just saying that because my little brother is failing algebra. | | Saturday, January 28th, 2006 | | 8:13 am |
| | 8:09 am |
A quick word.
In the beginning, 1 made 0 out of his rib and made 2 (Cain + Abel). God = Ultimate Zero
Current Mood:  thoughtful | | Friday, January 27th, 2006 | | 11:25 pm |
| | 7:24 am |
John the Baptist did the important work so Jesus wouldn't have to.
For every Lenin or Lennon who stands squarely in the spotlight, there's a foil--a Trotsky or McCartney, or better yet, a Marx or George Martin (the Beatles' producer)--standing just behind him in the shadows. The Gospels were conceived before Jesus ever was; she just had to spread 'em. Vader was the real Chosen One all the time, not Luke. Luke came after. So, know how Harry Potter is going to end yet?
Current Mood: thoughtful | | Thursday, January 26th, 2006 | | 6:48 am |
Jesus was a woman.
Either that, or a flaming gay. I mean, "turn the other cheek"? Come on!
Current Mood:  amused
Current Music: Nelson laugh | | Wednesday, January 25th, 2006 | | 8:21 am |
| | Tuesday, January 24th, 2006 | | 6:39 am |
P.S.
So I was going to be a standup sex-kitten quantumastrophysicist, but I don't think I want to be famous, so I'm just going to be a physicist and astronomer. Current Mood: can-do | | 6:33 am |
So let's talk about something interesting for a change. Let's talk about me!
Yes, I'm back! And, at least for the moment, as busy as a bee and as self-centered as the sun, so I probably won't be keeping up with my friends page... but feel free to give me the Cliffs Notes version in comments. I'm just going to be trying to post at least one random thought a day in this thing from now on. Since today is the first day and thus special, the random thought is a whole poem. The Psych Major's LamentWhat if I got OCD? O, that would be the end of me. Better wash my hands and count to 3 Or else I might get OCD. What if I got ADD? Now I can't rhyme suddenly! Crap, now I can't even count to 3! And so I must have ADD. What if I get schizophre- Nia, see things imaginary? Oh God, I think I hear them coming for me And so I must have schizophre- Nia. What if I'm a sociopath? Better tip a toaster into my bath Otherwise I'll kill for fun And I don't want to hurt no one. Now I'm dead, it's plain to see Psychology was the death of me Take my advice, take soc instead Or else you, too, could wind up dead. Current Mood: mildly amused | | Sunday, December 14th, 2003 | | 11:44 am |
OK, I know I said I was on a leave of absence from livejournal, but I just have to come back for a moment to note that I saw The Two Towers Extended Edition in its theatrical release last night and it is so much better than the original cut. I don't want to give anything away for anyone who hasn't seen it yet, so I'll just say this: I recently read an interview with Peter Jackson where he talked about how the extended cuts are not the definitive versions and the extra stuff is just thrown in for the hardcore fans, but that's bullshit, because a lot of the stuff in the movie that I was scratching my head over after seeing the original cut is explained in the extended version, and just generally, what had felt like a rushed, underdeveloped movie has now become intelligible and complete. Christ, PJ, you couldn't cut five minutes out of the Helm's Deep sequence to put just the most crucial of the cut scenes back in? Anyway, I highly recommend watching both the FOTR and TTT extended editions before seeing Return of the King. Besides everything I said before, it's amazing to see how the two extended editions weave together beautifully into one great 7-hour movie. I think in the end, the extended editions will become something entirely their own. The original theatrical releases will never be anything more than three good movies, but if all goes according to my expectations, the extended editions will come together to form a unified 12-hour epic masterpiece. I already can't wait for the ROTK extended version. | | Monday, November 3rd, 2003 | | 11:56 am |
I have a terrifying amount of work to do in the next couple weeks... But that's OK because it's GOOD DAY SUNSHINE! High temperature for today: 77 degrees! That said, I think I'm going to be absent from livejournal for a while...I just don't have time for it. But I'll be back. Hopefully. Current Music: The Beatles - Good Day Sunshine | | Monday, October 27th, 2003 | | 10:27 pm |
| | Friday, October 24th, 2003 | | 7:45 pm |
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