tiltshift application fun

so, give me my minute of mindless fun. found this cool application, here’s the url: http://tiltshiftmaker.com/

ps, if you don’t know b3ta, i highly recommend it. very nsfw but very funny, consistantly. http://www.b3ta.com/

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post hiatus poetry.

More bad poem of the week goodness. Bloody inspired, I reckon. Feast….ponder…gag.

love is not a malteser, is it?

I think love is not like a Malteser, dropped in a cup of hot tea.
It just might be, if it bobbed up and down,
making a proverbial little storm,
all the while the scalding liquid melted its chocolate exterior.

It could be, were a split to appear and bubbles to issue forth,
as the air trapped within escaped through the gooey breach.
The hot tea would rush in and a golden spray of dissolved honeycomb
would burst

pfffffff!

spectacularly across the tea brown surface within the mug.

The empty chocolate shell being shrivelled and puckered, would sink into
the murky depths, slooowly meelting…
If it was like that, eventually all that would remain is a thick, oily slick
on top of a cup of clouded and sickly, cold tea.

I hope it is not at all like that.

lost the bipper.

  How very handy. from ‘popular science’ online.

How it works
A doctor inserts a thin piece of silicon embedded with circuits into the vas deferens. The circuits convert radio signals from the fob to acoustic waves, which cause the material to expand and block sperm.
Advantages
A second click of the fob contracts the material to unblock the sperm. Removing the device would require just a quick visit to the doctor’s office.
Status
Australian scientists have recently completed the design of the circuits. Tests in animals could begin in two years.
Uh-oh factor
Could listening to the radio wreck your fertility? Not quite. Using ultrahigh radio frequencies and signal coding eliminates the chance of accidental activation

rhetoric application guide

I ripped this off from ‘butterflies and wheels’ Very useful. here’s a link:

http://www.butterfliesandwheels.com/rhetoricprintall.php

(hey, it worked!!!)

 

couple of choice excerpts to wet your whistle….

Embrace contradiction

Be ostentatiously anti-elitist, and sprinkle your writings equally ostentatiously with references to Foucault, Irigaray, Derrida, Kristeva and such salt-of-the-earth types along with words like ‘problematize’, ‘phallogocentric’, ‘hegemonic discourse’, and similar folksy slang.

Mention the Armchair

Call your opponent an ‘armchair’ something. Armchair psychologist, armchair shrink, armchair historian. Whatever. Indicates that the other party is sheltered, lazy, housebound, nerdy, reclusive, uninformed, unhealthy, and out of touch, whereas you are out there with your sleeves rolled up, down in the muck with the other therapists and archaeologists and coal miners. When there is digging to be done you get out there and dig, you don’t just sit in the comfy chair and ponder.

Say the outcome was predictable

When your opponents point out flaws in your argument, smile cheerfully and say you think this outcome was entirely predictable.

Use obscurity

Generate such a tangled clot of verbiage that opponents cannot be sure you haven’t said something profound.

And my own, personal tip for you, the argumentative blogger? Argumentum ad homonim. Works a treat, every time.

 

don’t untie the yellow ribbon.

When I was a kid there was a spooky urban myth regarding a woman who was newly trothed to a man who loved her greatly. Before they would be married, she made him promise one thing…never to ask her to remove the yellow ribbon tied around her throat. After years of happy wedlock, his curiosity got the better of him, and one fateful eve he crept over to her bedside and loosened the forbidden tie…….

Her head rolled off.

 

So, in a dodgy segue, I bring you this tale from Saudi Arabia. From ‘the times’ via the intertubes.

‘After 30 years of marriage, cynics might say most husbands and wives would have seen quite enough of each other, thank you very much.

But not in the case of one Saudi Arabian man who managed to live with his wife for three decades without setting eyes on her face.

Not that he had much choice about it. His 50-year-old wife followed the tradition of her native village near the south-western city of Khamis Mushayt and kept her features veiled at all times.

Until one night last month, that is, when the husband was finally overcome by curiosity and tried to lift his wife’s veil as she slept to take a look at her face.

It was an error he is unlikely to be given a chance to repeat for his outraged wife woke up during his sneak peek and is now demanding a divorce.

‘After all these years, he tries to commit such a big mistake,’ she told Saudi newspaper Al-Riyadh after leaving the house in disbelief.

She said her husband apologised and promised never to do it again, but she insisted she wanted a divorce. It is not the first example of Saudi husbands with wives forever shrouded in mystery.

There was the case of Ali al-Qahtani whose wife had been wearing a face veil for the entire ten years of their marriage. When he tried to take it off she threatened to leave and only decided to stay after he swore never to try again.

And neither the husband or children of Om Rabea al-Gahdaray, 70, have ever seen her face. It was a family tradition, also followed by her mother and sisters, which her husband accepted and never tried to change, she said. When asked how she could have children without her husband ever seeing her face, she replied: “Marriage is about love, not faces.”

Many Islamic countries such as Saudi Arabia and Iran require women to cover their faces in public but in the privacy of their homes there is no such compulsion.

But always remaining veiled – even in front of your husband – is not an Islamic practice, but a very old tradition practised by a tiny minority of women in remote areas of Gulf countries.

Most examples of it are in Saudi, one of the most conservative of countries.’

Is very much like the old french myth of the woman who forbade her husband from ever seeing her undressed, when he stole a look through the bathroom keyhole one evening, he found from the waist down she had the body of a fish, rather than a woman.

 Men are as curious as cats.

grodscorp caption competition.

I won.  woohoo!

 

Here’s a link:

http://www.grods.com/post/2524/#comment-19183

 

*wiggling on seat excitedly*

honesty online

Now if I were some kind of nigerian fisherperson, rock spider, creepy type et al, I would create a site like this one. This is downright scary.

http://www.honestyonline.com/

(this is my favourite line…’The identity quiz thus confirms that the identity is not a stolen identity being used by others online.’

yeh, honestyonline.

complicated design

absintheory- the other one

So, googling my new blog (as one does) I found my hit rate exceeded that of the ~other~ absintheory. Shows you how excited I am by my own presence.

 Hi, other absintheory. *waves*

i may just give them a little +/- promo here…they inhabit a myspace site that has a kinda hippy/cowpoke/system of a down hybrid thingy going on, and I’m sorry to day, I don’t think I’m a fan, they reek stenchily of christian rock syndrome. Good nom de plume, though.

That’s all. Class dismissed.

Iron Man American Hero.

Saw Iron Man the other night..but the torrented version I saw was shot via a crappy cam , complete with wobbles, crunches and dunny surround sound. I had no idea what was going on for half the movie (2nd half), the first half just seemed to be Robert Downey Jr acting like the bad guy outta Charlie’s Angels.(wot’s new there?) So, he went to Afghanistan to fight the evil minions/minions of evil, got waterboarded, locked in a torture prison and then discovered his true being?
Correct me, please, but isn’t that Guantanamo Bay, hmmmm?
Americans have so much arse about, they don’t even realise when they are representing themselves in the guise of the enemy.
christian jihad, indeed.

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