We gonna do this?
Alright, let's do this
You ready?
We gonna do this?
Alright, let's do this
You ready?
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Erie Canal.
For Milk.
Carthāgō dēlenda est
Mr. BEAN! :lol:
How do you expect to run with the wolves at night when you spend all day sparring with the puppies?
- Omar Little
I have this poster in my bathroom:
The caption says 'Booze. The hangover comes later', from our anti-alcohol campaign.
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
Be careful when choosing the colour of your bicycle seat!!!
Such is Life...
My niece. Awww.
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Ha. That girl on the bike picture was funny.
"Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.
My night with Metallica & Company:
Sore neck, ringing in ears, rail spot, pure heaven.
babies, cutlery, puppies and pandas. this'll work.
(cute baby Dattu )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0KAarJT8Rc
We can still post videos, right?
I enjoy blank walls.
Praise the man who seeks the truth, but run from the one who has found it.
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
Horrible
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
Ahhhh. It's ZIGGY! Welcome, welcome. With you comes a sense of normalcy. Wonderful indeed.
So, that water pic above, is that real or shopped? And if it is real, do you have context to add?
The Rules
Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)
No idea I have.
This is real though:
Cats > Bats
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
#1. That was frackin' awesome.
#2. Wait 'til the cat dies horribly of rabies, then reasses.
The Rules
Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
Originally Posted by Ziggy Stardust
Unrelated:
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
The Yeat one is poignant. The Obama/Hillary one is dated. Might have been funny before April 2009. Maybe.
The Rules
Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)
Nice winter storm we had this morning:
Those are some mighty darn big pictures, whoopty doo!
Praise the man who seeks the truth, but run from the one who has found it.
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
Also, an animated version: http://www.vimeo.com/6505158
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." - Philip K. Dick.
The answer to life's most important question.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnVCYOUB0gY
SHINING FINGER
I enjoy blank walls.
Who has the one with monkeys fighting with swords?
Originally Posted by Dreadnaught
If someone wants to edit the A][ari out, go nuts
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London