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The Thirteen Blessings of Sheogorath

For Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting.

Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge.

Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm.

Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear.

Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs.

Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque.

Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm.

Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real.

Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul.

Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming.

Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies.

Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be.

Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger.

Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us when we are unmindful, and loves us in our imperfection.
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An old grandfather is teaching his grandson about life.

"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.

One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.

The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."

"Which wolf will win?" asks the grandson.

The old grandfather simply replied, "The one you feed."
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I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-kiri Rock. I need scissors. SIXTY ONE!
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Pundora's Box has been opened, and has been steadily projecting moar and more terrible puns for a few days.

Bahamut: i can knit now
Admiral Tupper: Sadly, the only thing I can knit is my brow.
Ninety: i used to know how to crochet
StellarWind Elsydeon: Then you took a needle to the knee?
Ninety: FUCK YOU
Ninety: I hate that stupid joke
StellarWind Elsydeon: My, didn't know you were that touchy about that injury.
Ninety: AAAAAAAAAAAAAUGUHHHIHGHGH
StellarWind Elsydeon: Mission accomplished. (Trots off to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Z4m4lnjxkY)
Dr. Kuroboom: One of the guards told me "HANDS TO YOURSELF SNEAK THIEF!" so I stole the clothes off his back.
Test "Shiro-kun" Bughearst: ... I just become a Thanein that particular town and do whatever the fuck I want. Also Ninety shouldn't be so... crochety. B)
Dr. Kuroboom: I'm sure he'll spin you a yarn about how he's on pins and needles about sew and sew.
StellarWind Elsydeon: And expect us to take it as if it were dyed in the wool even though the story hangs by a thread.
StellarWind Elsydeon: (Oh the puns we fabricate.)
StellarWind Elsydeon: (A fine quilt of text-tiling)
Bahamut: i think i hate you all
ch00beh: You don't sound sew sure about that
Ninety: i hate you all
Adrammolech: choobs, kuroboom already made that pun. i mean, i hate to knitpick, but seriously.
StellarWind Elsydeon: Well, what do you expect him to do with us stringing this out for so long?
Bahamut: you guys are leaving me in stitches ¬¬
Ninety: I am never coming back to this website.
ch00beh: I do knit care
Test "Shiro-kun" Bughearst: I'm yarning for some more puns, guys.
ch00beh: no
Dr. Kuroboom: Put a sock in it. All of these puns are cut from the same cloth.
Admiral Tupper: I don't mean to needle, but what are all these puns about?
StellarWind Elsydeon: *sigh* Weave been through this already. >>
Test "Shiro-kun" Bughearst: We can't just leave him bobbin for answers. We need to pin an answer down for him.
StellarWind Elsydeon: And here I thought the end of this particular thread was looming on the horizon...
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"Nothing more need be said. I'm sure you have all discovered, by now, your true selves. The smiles you wear are no longer false masks. You may find yourselves troubled or suffering or lost in the future, but there is nothing to fear - look to your soul for your true self. No matter what trials you may face, that will be enough for you to weather the storm.

Now, go forth, into your bright futures!" ~ Philemon, Persona PSP
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I've watched the stars fall silent from your eyes,
All the sights that I have seen,
I can't believe that I believed I wished that you could see...

There's a new planet in the solar system,
There is nothing up my sleeve.

I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs,
I'm tossing up punchlines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls crashing to the ground...

And all this talk of time...
Talk is fine...
But I don't want to stay around.
Why can't we pantomime, just close our eyes and sleep sweet dreams?
Me and You, with wings on our feet...

I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs,
I'm tossing up punchlines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls crashing to the ground...
I'm breaking through,
I'm bending spoons,
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom,
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond...

I want the hummingbirds, the dancing bears, sweetest dreams of you...
... I'm looking to the stars...
... I'm looking to the moon...


I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs,
I'm tossing up punchlines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls crashing to the ground...
I'm breaking through,
I'm bending spoons,
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom,
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond...
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Memento Skarmory. Magikarpe diem.
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The first law of thermodynamics is: You don't TALK about thermodynamics!

I am frelling overcalc'd. But I need to practice even more. Exam this Friday. Kill me now. (I'm actually doing pretty well, but still. x-x)

x_x

* Edit: Tomorrow?! wtf. I guess I WAS tired and overcalc'd when I wrote this. XD
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"Before he became a hermit, Zarathud was a young Priest, and took great delight in making fools of his opponents in front of his followers.

One day Zarathud took his students to a pleasant pasture and there he confronted The Sacred Chao while She was contentedly grazing.

"Tell me, you dumb beast." demanded the Priest in his commanding voice, "why don't you do something worthwhile. What is your Purpose in Life, anyway?"

Munching the tasty grass, The Sacred Chao replied "MU".

Upon hearing this, absolutely nobody was enlightened. Primarily because nobody could understand Chinese."

~ Principia Discordia
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Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder. Unfortunately, the rest of the party is in the Stomach of the Beholder.
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Synthesis. Distortion. Dissipation.
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This world is cold when you're alone and they ignore you,
But don't kill yourself...

... We'll do it for you!

You've got a friend. ^^
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"Indifference is the strongest force in the universe. It makes everything it touches meaningless. Love and hate don’t stand a chance against it. It lets neglect and decay and monstrous injustice go unchecked. It doesn’t act, it allows. And that’s what gives it so much power." ~ Joan D. Vinge.

A couple of days ago, a conversation with a friend reminded me of some of the concepts from a favorite novel of mine, a sci-fi novel called "The Snow Queen", by Joan D. Vinge - and that made me want to re-read it, in the original English this time (as opposed to the Hebrew translation I own - or rather the family owns.)

My deities. Re-reading this thing made me realize again how much I love it. Now that i read it in English, a lot of the subtle dialect quirks on the different human cultures - especially on the Kharemoughi, who seemed to speak a lot more poetically in the Hebrew version and that's because they speak like god damn YODA in the original. XD

I find it amusing, the way that the novel focuses a lot more on the human cultures than anything else. Don't get me wrong, the story is pretty damn gripping on its own right, a lot of the characters - the main in particular - are exceptionally vivid - and has much to it that is fucking awesome - but Joan D. Vinge's forte is anthropology - and it shows. It certainly made the differences between the different human cultures more pronounced, which made the humans rather interesting from a civilization perspective - in many ways, they are the same old typical humans, only they find new ways of showing it - ways that certainly make them feel more real - I could SEE Humanity having civilizations like this. Made the worlds feel more alive.

One vague issue that I have with the novel is the descriptions of alien creatures - they are very scattered and though you can get images that are rather vague. While this gives my mind a good exercise, I would still love to know what the author pictured her own creations as looking... Hn. I'm weird that way.

I love this book, anyway. XD Need to pick the sequels up...
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"If I take a lamp and shine it toward the wall, a bright spot will appear on the wall. The lamp is our search for truth... for understanding. Too often, we assume that the light on the wall is God, but the light is not the goal of the search, it is the result of the search. The more intense the search, the brighter the light on the wall. The brighter the light on the wall, the greater the sense of revelation upon seeing it. Similarly, someone who does not search - who does not bring a lantern - sees nothing. What we perceive as God is the by-product of our search for God. It may simply be an appreciation of the light... pure and unblemished... not understanding that it comes from us. Sometimes we stand in front of the light and assume that we are the center of the universe - God looks astonishingly like we do - or we turn to look at our shadow and assume that all is darkness. If we allow ourselves to get in the way, we defeat the purpose, which is to use the light of our search to illuminate the wall in all its beauty and in all its flaws; and in so doing, better understand the world around us." ~ G'kar.
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MY HOVERCRAFT IS FULL OF EELS
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Rend.

Slaughter.

Devour your enemies.

There is no other way to survive.

You cannot escape your hunger, warriors of purgatory!
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(Walks in. Piano starts.)

It's not that easy being Stel...
Having to spend each day with biomecha blades...
When I think it could be much nicer having wings, or space-time portals
or something much more practical like that...

It's not easy being Stel...
Seems you get mistaken often for the very spawn of hell...
And people tend to fear your presence
'cause you slaughter n00bs within a moment's notice, without a second thought...

But then, you're a deity of puns,
And you wield tons of obscure references...
And then, for some bizzare reason, you seem to have fangirls,
And shapeshifting skills, see...

... When Stel is all there is to be,
It can make you wonder why... But why wonder why, I wonder?
... I am Stel. I am what I am...
... Just deal with it...
... 'Cause I think that's how I want to be.

(Nods, leaps offstage, extending his armblades, ripping the fabric of space-time in half, and exits, universe right).
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... Dreamers come and go, but a dream's forever.
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I'm not even sure how to begin this entry. All of a sudden, I got a massive flashback to one of my all-time favorite novels - a book that was never officially translated from Hebrew into English.

The book in question was named Wild ('Pere' in Hebrew) and was written by an author named Gabi Nitzan.

The back cover blurb summarizes it quite well:

"I went on my way and I didn't even know where I'm going or who exactly am I running away from. It was a little after I came to America, because in Israel everyone just wanted to find Ronen inside of me. My name is Adam Rothschild. I was born in Ronen's body seven months ago, three years after he died in a place called Intifada. Professor Delphi the Third says I'm lucky to be born like this - in an adult's body, because that's why no one bothers to program me. I don't know what 'to program' means. Tracy's mother says that Gaia needs people like me. Gaia is the world. I don't want to tell you everything that happened to me now - Tracy says that it's forbidden to read the back cover of a book because it spoils the magic. So I'll just say who else is here - Pluto. The angel Kadouri, which you may know as Security Consultant Nathan Kadouri, but he's really an angel. Michelle, who is the most angry and curse-y woman I've ever met, but she has cute red hedgehog hair. Elliot, my best friend in America who disappeared, a computer genius who didn't agree to be a slave. Buddy Greenwald, the owner of Profit Inc. who shaved forests and poisoned oceans until he vanished too. And a hobbit, and an Indian wizard, and a dragon and a prince and a princess, and a car with a trailer. And a lot of ducks."

The 'Ducks' in question, are an allegory that the Professor (a character who often speaks to Adam through his laptop - which he named "Diva") applied to life. Rather early on in the book, he sends Adam a connect-the-dots picture of a Duck and teaches him to look at the picture as what it is - random dots - and not as the pattern that he expects it to become - a duck. The duck, he says, is a story we're telling ourself, in an attempt to explain the magical away.

Without further ado, here's an excerpt from the novel, as translated by me. No copyright infringement is intended.

Taken from Chapter 41 of the book )
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Hisashiburi da na... Hadaka-saru!

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