This was made in 1980 using fractal generators. I can't imagine the render times. It took me almost 8 hours or something stupid to render one of THESE.
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The answer is at your fingertips: WWW.HASTHELARGEHADRONCOLLIDERDESTROYEDTHEWORLDYET.COM
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Grape Stomper
David at the Dentist
Dramatic Gopher
Ceiling Cat
I love THESE images of just the scenery from famous internet memes. The people were taken out of each environment and we're left with just the surroundings. The creator of MEME SCENERY likens his images to PORN SANS PEOPLE.
Click the image to see the originating meme.
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Waaaaa I can't wait for the future! Now sucks! I'm sure this technology will be glitchy for a while but when it gets good it's going to be amazing.
Via JEREMY.
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I made an "Exquisite Corpse" style question/answer program for you jerks out there. It's HERE.
It's basically just a fun little web toy, but it also has practical and inspirational and magical applications.
If you care, here's how it works:
You either enter a question or an answer. When you submit your question or answer it is entered into either the question or answer database. Then you will see a page showing an answer to your question that has been pulled at random from the answer database, or a question for your answer that has been pulled at random from the question database. So you're getting an answer that somebody wrote or a question that somebody wrote. It may sound absurd, but often there is a connection between your question/answer that is uncanny. It also is great if you are stuck for inspiration, if you need psychic/cosmic affirmation, or are bored.
The answers and questions are added ad infinitum to the database, so the more it's used, the bigger the pool your answer/question will be pulled from. Tell your friends.
C L I C K H E R E T O P L A Y W I T H M Y C O R P S E
Have fun.
(Image Source)
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...but I've been playing a lot of SUPER MARIO lately.
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I'll admit that I'm drunk right now. That said, I've come to the conclusion over the past while that I don't believe in free will...but I do believe in the illusion of free will.
I first believed in the absence of free will when I thought of our minds and consciousnesses as only an impossible-to-imagine amount of neurons and firing synapses. These synapses and electrical impulses are all very complex, but still only governed by the laws of physics...and these physical interactions manifest themselves in a way that feels like conscious free will - which is an illusion. Our conscious actions are all simply manifestations of physical action and reaction in our brains. Our brains are super-computers. Our brains are artificial intelligence; so complex that we can't yet understand them, and thus attribute a mystical concept called "consciousness" to it.
It's much like faith in God. We attribute the inexplicable to deism. Atheists attribute our sense of free will to consciousness, as did I until recently.
Then I had that thought about those millions and billions and trillions of pathways that electricity takes in our neural pathways, and how every decision I make comes about because of these trabillions of tiny explosions, not because I wanted them to.
I wondered about a good analogy for that, and somehow I landed on Plinko from The Price is Right. Plinko is the most beloved game on The Price is Right. When this connection between free will and Plinko just happened, I completely understood why it was so popular. The little disk that gets dropped into the myriad of pins seems to have a life of its own. There is no telling where a disk dropped on the far left of the board will end up. It appears completely random, as if it has free will. It acts within the boundaries of the board - in effect it will never jump out of the board and hit a contestant in the face. And it is governed by the laws of physics - it bounces against the pegs and always ends up at the bottom because of gravity. But it always appears to be going along its own route, unpredictable and playful. This is a microcosm of the human mind. It appears to be making decisions at will. That's why Plinko's so popular; people relate to its random but willful appearance. The disk looks like it wants to go a certain direction, when in reality it is governed only by physics and gravity.
If someone gets a disk in the right hole at the bottom, they try to drop a disc from the same spot the next turn. But it never plays out the same way. This is because you can never get the disc in the exact same spot twice in a row. Italics! The Plinko chip will always be off by an atom or two at least, and thus can never take the same path.
In this respect, it becomes a lot like the human mind, the human experience. We appear to be bouncing along, somewhat randomly, but in reality our synapses are operating under the laws of physics, and a thought you think you've created is really just a chance combination of electric impulses. You might think "How could it be chance impulse to have the idea to create the telephone after deciding to sit down and invent a communication device?" Well, I didn't say it was simple chance, and I don't pretend to know everything about consciousness, but it's chance nonetheless, and I'll try to explain why as best I can, if you care.
Think of nothingness. Think of the possibility that our universe was born from nothing. It's almost impossible. Think of "never". Like someone dying and you never seeing them again. Think of infinity - as in the infinity of space - that it literally never ends. Then think of the question "What's outside our universe?" and the answer being "There is nothing outside our universe, it is infinitely large, and it never ends." Then think of your mind as the inverse of that infinite expanse of space. The amount of neurons and synapses and the number of combinations of synapses firing and how infinite that is. So that's like the infinite number of monkeys at an infinite number of typewriters who eventually will write every piece of literature ever written (though I find that analogy problematic, it will do for now). So your infinite possibilities lie in your infinite combination of synapses firing and interacting. Anything is possible. But like Plinko, where everything is possible for that disk, hitting those pegs, governed by gravity and physics, everything you do is within the realm of possibilities allowed by the physical limits of your brain's anatomy as governed by the laws of physics. The Plinko chip is not going to fly off the board and hit an audience member, and you are not going to make someone's head explode just by thinking about it (as fun as that sounds). You still with me? Probably not...but I'm gonna keep going.
Okay, so you understand that maybe our brains are like giant and infinitely complex Plinko games, yes? The chips are electric impulses and the pegs are the synapses and neural pathways. So the electric impulses travel down these pathways and fire and make us do things. So maybe these chips are all already in motion and hitting the pegs and making us do things and we have no control over them...but we think we do cause they're so complex. They're so complex that even though we have no control over them they make us believe we do, and even allow us to be aware of that contradiction. If you think of it as a timeline, we generally believe this: First, something called "consciousness" or our "conscious mind" makes a decision, then our brain sends a message, then our body does it. For example, you want a potato chip. The conscious desire for a potato chip comes first, then your brain sends a message to your hand to reach out and grab a chip, then your hand reaches out and grabs a chip. But there are experiments that show otherwise. This is where it starts to get a bit fucked up. There have been studies that show that before you make a "conscious decision" you are already doing something. So to put it another way, these studies show that first your brain sends a message to your hand to reach out and grab a potato chip, then you feel the "conscious desire" to want a potato chip, then your hand reaches out and grabs a potato chip. There are studies that actually suggest your brain backtimes conscious decision to match up with physical action and reaction. REALLY READ THIS: It is possible that your brain sends signals BACK IN TIME to give you the sensation that you made a "CONSCIOUS DECISION" before you acted on it.
THAT'S FUCKED UP! That means that truly, scientifically proven, there may not be such a thing as free will. And not only that, but that our brains have developed in a way that convinces us that we are in control of our decisions (while also being capable of disproving that). It's a meta-mind-fuck.
If you think that can't be so, go back to what I said earlier about the infinity of the universe. So think about why infinity feels impossible. Think about why we can't imagine something like the idea that there is no boundary to the universe, or that there is nothing beyond the universe. Maybe we are just not capable of understanding the concepts of NOTHING, INFINITY, and NEVER. That's why we made up things like God and Heaven and reincarnation and so on - to fill up the infinity of the nothing-never with things we can understand. So if it's possible that we are simply not equipped to understand those concepts (how can we imaging the nothingness that lies outside of the universe? Is it black? Even black is something...) then maybe it's possible that we are simply not equipped to understand the complexity of our brains. If we can't understand a simple concept like nothingness, then why should we be able to understand the infinitely complex connections in our brains. Also keep in mind that people used to think the Sun revolved around Earth, and that they could not possibly conceive of the fact that the Earth goes around the Sun. So think of the concept of infinity or nothingness or never. It is impossible for our minds to understand it right now, even though it exists and we are aware of it abstractly (like the number 0 - that is an abstract concept, not a physical thing). And hopefully someone will be able to explain infinity-never-nothing and it will become clear, like the Earth going around the Sun, and the world not being flat, and all the other millions of things that we have come to understand over our existence.
Anyway, it's terrifying but freeing. The next step of existentialism. It's a God-free religion, the other side of the deep well of existential darkness - belief in something intangible again. I no longer believe that I am in control of my life, but that I make the decisions I make based only on how my synapses have fired so far. I know that if I lived my life all over again exactly as I've lived my life up until this exact moment I could only make the same decisions. That is to say that if I lived this exact life again, not knowing I had lived this life before, I would make the exact same choices. I am like a Plinko chip. If I was dropped in the exact same spot, and all the pegs were in the exact same place, I would bounce along in the exact same way.
Now...that brings us to quantum physics and alternate universes...and that's a whole other drunken rambling blog post. This is all more for me than it is for you assholes. I know you're not reading this.
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Has the MOMA called yet?
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I was just looking at Google map images of Toronto and scrolled over the CN Tower. I noticed that on the map the CN Tower appears to point South. I at first assumed that the photo must have been taken from North of the tower. Then I looked at the buildings South of the CN Tower which appeared to be pointing North - which means the photograph was taken from South of the CN Tower. Now, both things can't be true - so either the image is doctored or there's something I'm not understanding.
CLICK HERE to see for yourself.
Oh wait, now I know. I'm a loser.
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I haven't been posting much crap-garbage I find around cause I haven't found much crap-garbage that I care about at the moment. So I'm just gonna write some junk. And I'm gonna continue to do what I bitch about on other blogs...I'm gonna post more pictures of me...but they're from the trouble years so it's worth it.
I was on the subway today when I finally realized it's 2008. You know how sometimes things to do with dates and time changing take a while to sink in? Like after your birthday you'll say you're 7 when you're actually 8 and you win a colouring contest in the wrong age group and you go up to the front of the school to accept the award for best drawing in the 5-7 year old category and your classmates stand up and yell "He's not 7 he's 8!" and they strip you of your title of "Best Colourer of a Muskoka Winter Scene" in front of everyone? Grade 3 sucked.
Anyway, I realized it's been 10 years since I left to go on an exchange to Switzerland for a semester of school. It was the best thing that's ever happened to me. I worked and paid for my flight out of my two-horse title-stripping town, lived with a francophone Swiss family, went to a francophone school, saw Milan and Paris and Zurich, snowboarded amidst avalanches, ate breakfast and dinner every day with a view of Mont Blanc from the table, showered after gym class with a guy I nicknamed "horse-cock", and began to come out of the closet. It was terribly liberating, and the return to the misery of Gravenhurst was a prison sentence. I specifically remember standing in the hall a couple weeks after I got back, staring at the alternating brown, orange, and green lockers, paining for my European life, and thinking "In 10 years, I will not miss Switzerland at all." That devastated me.
At that point in my life my experiences overseas were the most important thing. There was nothing bigger or more important than those memories, and there was nothing better than those memories. And for some reason I recognized that one day they would not be the most important things in my life, and I dreaded not missing Switzerland. I anticipated THE DEATH OF MISSING.
And it faded, the missing. I went to school in a bigger town where they had photography classes, I found friends, a boyfriend, got my driver's license, and so on. Then other missings took over. Friends moved, boyfriends moved on, I moved to Toronto. A series of missings and renewals, all the while Switzerland became a sharp point in my mind. I wrote to my host family less frequently, I stopped looking through the album, I stopped watching the video, I just stopped missing it.
The most interesting thing to me in The Death of Missing is that by the time missing dies it doesn't hurt anymore. You fear losing those emotions, but in losing the emotions you lose the pain. There comes a time when thinking of something you used to love doesn't cause you to well up or get excited or swell in the heart (or another) region. When I break up with someone I have loved (okay...when I get dumped) I at first dread the day I won't long to feel him beside me. But it just fades...and in the end it doesn't hurt.
I know it's neurotic...to miss something is one thing, but to fear not missing something is entirely another, then to dramatize the fading of that feeling is beyond reason...but that's how my ticker tapes (what?).
I won't say I'm not nostalgic about things even when I don't miss them. I can't say that plowing through my packet of photos from Switzerland didn't swirl up some sludge in my black heart. But it just doesn't kill me like it used to.
I wonder what I'll miss in 10 years. Maybe if they stop making Twix bars I'll miss those.
Anyway, here are those pics:
^Me with my lesbian retiree haircut and exchange partner Maria at the Creux du Van.
^Standing on the balcony of my room at my friend Estelle's ski chalet.
^Eating chocolate on the boardwalk in Morges.
The photo at the top is from the window of my host family's dining room. Mont Blanc is between the V the mountains on the right make. The mountains on the right are where Evian water comes from. Oooooooooooo!
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Skip to the end if you want to see a funny picture.
Otherwise, read on if you dare. I warn you, it's gonna get a bit "free-flowy."
You know how sometimes a theme pops up in your life? A bunch of coincidental things happen in a row and it feels too unlikely that it's just a coincidence? I love that. Even though it probably just is a coincidence or you're thinking about something so you're more atune to other happenings of the same nature.
Anyway, my most recent theme is the relation between consciousness and physicality - mind and body (sort of).
If you've ever been high, whatever your drug choice is, you know that physical reactions cause mental changes. Drinking makes you drunk, smoking pot makes you paranoid or giggly or lightheaded, taking ecstasy makes you euphoric, heroin makes every pain melt away. Even smoking a cigarette causes a mental change.
I'm reading "Theatre of the Mind" by Jay Ingram right now. He used to host "Daily Planet" on the Discovery Channel and "Quirks and Quarks" on CBC. I saw the book at my friend Claire and Jaron's apartment a while ago and decided to buy it recently. It seemed a more plausible read than my perpetually half-finished "Godel Escher Bach" endeavour (that was an inside joke for GEB-readers) that started 4 years ago.
I'm not that far into "Theatre of the Mind," but it's about trying to understand what consciousness is, if it is tied to a specific physical part of our bodies, and why we are conscious of ourselves. (The book talks about animals being alive and thinking about getting food or escaping harm, but that animals don't stop and ponder themselves. Their feelings are direct responses to the present.) Ingram often talks about how our conscious thoughts seem to appear behind our eyes. When you recall a memory or think of what an apple looks like, the image seems to present itself one or two inches back from the centre of your eyes (AKA, the "Theatre of the Mind," the stage on which your consciousness plays out). Why don't these visions materialize at the back of the head, or a couple inches outside of the skull? Is it possible to have out of body experiences by moving your conscious
Apparently, ancient cultures believed the heart to be the centre of consciousness because it is where the physical response to conscious thought most obviously appears. I have always struggled to understand why thoughts I have can cause physical pains or aches in my body. I also am trying to understand why drugs and alcohol can make those pains disappear.
This brings up when I first thought about separating my consciousness from my physical self. After a mind-bending (read inebriated) summer, I had a thought about the idea of Heaven. I have always thought that Heaven would be pretty damn boring. I mean, if you have to do boring things and follow The Bible or whatever doctrine you choose to follow in order to get into Heaven or Nirvana then chances are you have to keep doing those things once you're in. SNORE. I always find the best things in life are the opposite of religious ideals. Namely sex, drugs, and all those other deadly sins. My idea of Heaven is a bareback massage orgy in chocolate sauce followed by cancer-free cigarettes and champagne with HENRY CAVILL (shut up he's hot) on the couch watching endless all new episodes of The Sarah Silverman Program and throwing my best actor/director/screenwriter Oscars at the screen when we don't like a joke one of the ugly gays makes (I have a LOT of Oscars in Heaven). At least that's one version.
So, if being free of all those wonderful sinful things on Earth is what gets you into Heaven, then you must have to do those things in Heaven. And if that's all you do in Heaven, then shouldn't the people who do those things on Earth be in Heaven already? Heaven on Earth? Shouldn't they be so blissed out by being good Christians that they have no pain in their lives? If not, what's going to make them be blissed out in Heaven? What's going to be different? That's when it came to me. Heaven, if it does exist, is a place where no matter what you're doing you're enjoying it. That's exactly what drugs are. Why else would it be so much fun to be pure?
So then, if Heaven is the same thing as drugs, then why not just do drugs all the time? Why not just alienate yourself from everyone and chase the dragon off the cliff? Get higher and higher till you die. You'd be in Heaven on Earth, and since I don't actually believe in any afterlife, why not experience it now? It's a complete separation of your mind from your body - or at least an alteration of your body by your mind.
This is the idea of Tantra and Tantric sex as well - using your mind to create bliss in your body.
Same with trying to attain Nirvana - you're attempting to free your mind from the constraints of the body. My friend Ariel just went to a retreat and meditated in silence for 10 hours a day for 10 days straight. She wrote to me:
"Back from meditating. I'm enlightened, wheee!
But really, I am changed. Life changed. Clear. Inspired. I have learned how
to release and free myself from misery."
Thank God it worked cause I didn't do the website changes she asked me to do while she was gone.
My friend David was looking at himself in a reflection on the streetcar. He said he feels better knowing he can see himself. He said it would be great to be able to get past the idea of the reflection as only a narcissistic object. I told him that I remembered looking into the mirror as a kid, really looking. I was only 6, and it was the first time I thought "Why am I in this body?" It's funny how shit you figure out or think about as a kid comes back up in university, and you think "Oh, I really was touching on some deep crap when I was 6." Anyway, I remember it really freaking me out that my conscious mind seemed to be this alien peeking through my eyes and analyzing the physical form of me that I could see in the mirror. In that last sentance "I" becomes a manifestation of two beings - the physical "I" and the conscious "I". This is something I recognized when I was 6.
So then I just watched PAPRIKA, an Anime film about a machine that allows you to share your dreams - the actual experience of your dreams - with other people. People are able to visit other conscious minds. The dreams meld into each other and soon the physical world and dream world meld and switch. People act out their dreams in real life and die, people get killed in the real world from dream-wounds, and dream-objects enter the real world. It touches where Nightmare on Elm Street and The Cell could not.
Then while listening to Anna Karenina (I bought the audiobook to listen to during the drudgery of housework - thanks to CORRIBLE for the reco) yesterday a few characters discussed whether or not "a line should be drawn between the physiological and psychological experience in man. And if so, where?" They go on to talk about how if they can't even understand the psychological experience (consciousness) then how could they denounce religion/spirituality? That freaked me out. Anna fucking Karenina was preaching to me about consciousness and Heaven.
Finally, tonight, I went to see a movie. I'm completely ashamed of myself for wanting to see it, and for actually going to see it in a theatre. If it makes you feel better I didn't have to pay for it. I went to see..........ENCHANTED! Heaven help me for admitting that on my blog, but if you've come this far I expect that you might be open to hearing what I have to say about it.
I went to see it with a friend, who shall remain nameless in order to protect his or her identity, because I needed something light and stupid and funny and kind of wanted to see Enchanted. So did my friend. Plus Amy Adams is such a fuckin great actress. We laughed at ourselves as we skooched past little girls and their fathers to find our seats. In the movie, a Disney princess is cast into our world by a wicked witch so that she can't marry the wicked witch's stepson, the prince, and become queen. I knew the premise before I went, but I didn't realize until we were in the theatre why I was drawn to see it (other than the fact that I've seen The Little Mermaid about 50 times). It hit me that it was all about physical and dream states. Also, a fairytale Disney romance is many-a-person's idea of heaven. This movie was a very simplistic take on reality versus dream, physical versus dream/spirit/consciousness.
So this theme of separating reality, mind from body, physical from conscious keeps presenting itself. It keeps challenging me to take it on. But what will be my weapon? Booze? Drugs? Meditation? Tantra? Books? Films? Love?
Fucked if I know. Look at the kitties!
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I updated my "regular" site. CLICK HERE to see it. Now everything's a little more harmonious.
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I'm getting the hang of this CSS design bullshit. Bear with me while I make this site a little less of a pig-sty.
I was so god-damned sick of looking at that old blog template. For now it's just white, but I'll be formatting it nicely soon.
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I've now had the pleasure of working with artist JEREMY BAILEY on a couple of small projects and can't believe I haven't blogged about him before.
I first saw his work on the 640 480 VIDEO COLLECTIVE WEBSITE and sent his Video Valentine to many an acquaintance, but none a lover. Aw. 640 480 also had a controversial/esoteric exhibition at Nuit Blanche this year at Gallery TPW.
Please watch his amazing video work on HIS WEBSITE or on HIS YOUTUBE PAGE.
Jeremy gets hate mail for his videos (I find that so crazy). He also explained to me that tendrils are for flora and tentacles are for fauna.
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Poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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NEW BLOG ALERT!
I like it except for the Miranda July post. I don't like her.
ROGUE NYC
I like it except for the Miranda July post. I don't like her.
ROGUE NYC
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THIS should jog some exquisite corpses.
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I've not posted for a while so I'm catching up today.
May I introduce some people to you, if you haven't met them already?
FRIENDS:
ENCHANT AND DOOM
HERR HUNTER DELICIOUS
STRANGERS:
THE SARTORIALIST
CULTURE VULTURE
LADY BUNNY
GUARDIAN BLOGS
53 O's DELICIOUS
I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER
STUFF ON MY MUTT
You'll all be on my blogroll starting now. If you want to be on it as well just get in touch.
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Are you a narcissist? I didn't know this, but narcissism is considered a psychological disorder. Well check me into a mental institute cause I loves me some me.
APPARENTLY, you only need to satisfy 5 of the following criteria in order to be considered a narcissist (like a true narcissist, I've marked the characteristics I possess for you to review - feel free to pipe up if I've left anything out, or leave your own test results in a comment!):
[x] has a grandiose sense of self-importance
[x] is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love
[x] believes that he or she is "special" and unique and can only be understood by other special people
[x] requires excessive admiration
[x] strong sense of entitlement
[ ] takes advantage of others to achieve his or her own ends
[ ] lacks empathy (I only don't care about poor people. I'm KIDDING! God! CALM DOWN!)
[x] is often envious or believes others are envious of him or her
[x] arrogant affect
That's what happens when the school board labels you "gifted" and ships you off to a "special" school. See, there I go again! No humility!
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Here's a photo I made of FRANK and JEREMY'S cat Anderson who I'm cat-sitting this month.
It's for sure now...I'm gonna be an old cat lady.
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Do I like THIS? At first glance I think I should, then after looking for a sec I feel oogie.
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So the OBSERVABLE UNIVERSE is about 1026 metres wide. Strings (as in STRING THEORY) are theoretically 10-35 metres long. Let's compare:
OBSERVABLE UNIVERSE:
100000000000000000000000000.0 metres
STRINGS:
0.00000000000000000000000000000000001 metres
We humans are about 100.3 metres tall (unless you're THE HOTTEST ALIEN MIDGET FROM THE NECK UP).
So this means that things that are bigger than us (that we know about) get up to 1025.7 times bigger than us, and things that are smaller than us are up to 1034.7 times smaller than us. So, technically speaking, there is more that is smaller than us than there is that is bigger and I still can't tell if Oprah is pure evil or just a bitch.
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I think all my dreams just came true.
Thanks again to Aleysa for the vid. Who knew you were such a dork?
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Is winter over yet?
IN THE MEANTIME.
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CLICK HERE to play a game I just designed called ZENO'S PENIS. It's one of my favourite pass-times.
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After recognizing my love for code last week, my compatriot BECKY COMBER and I started corresponding in Morse Code upon her initiation. It's easy enough to get the hang of, but I came across this link FOR A REAL-TIME ONLINE MORSE CODE TRANSLATOR that makes things go a lot quicker. Does anyone know how to indicate the end of a sentance in Morse Code? Cause I don't.
.. + -. . . -.. + .- + -... --- -.-- ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. + + - .... .. ... + .. ... + --. . - - .. -. --. + .--. .- - .... . - .. -.-. + + .-- .... -.-- + .. ... + . ...- . .-. -.-- --- -. . + ... --- + ..- --. .-.. -.--
.. + -. . . -.. + .- + -... --- -.-- ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. + + - .... .. ... + .. ... + --. . - - .. -. --. + .--. .- - .... . - .. -.-. + + .-- .... -.-- + .. ... + . ...- . .-. -.-- --- -. . + ... --- + ..- --. .-.. -.--
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I made these doodlers. I don't know what they're for yet, but I'll do something sometime.
Click on white to create. Click again to clear and restart.
EVERYTHING YOU DO IS BEAUTIFUL AND EVERYTHING I DO IS PRETTY MUCH WHAT YOU WOULD EXPECT TO SEE WHEN I TRY TO COPY YOU
THIS IS ME TRYING TO BE COLOURFUL BUT PRODUCING ONLY STRAIGHT BLACK LINES
THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD WORK
Click on white to create. Click again to clear and restart.
EVERYTHING YOU DO IS BEAUTIFUL AND EVERYTHING I DO IS PRETTY MUCH WHAT YOU WOULD EXPECT TO SEE WHEN I TRY TO COPY YOU
THIS IS ME TRYING TO BE COLOURFUL BUT PRODUCING ONLY STRAIGHT BLACK LINES
THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD WORK
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This TIME FOUNTAIN excites me.
Labels: BUY ME THIS, HOW TO PROCRASTINATE, MAYBE THE FUTURE WILL BE BETTER, NOBODY LIKES A NERD
I wanna live HERE, or IN ANY OF THESE on a pond in the woods with my bad dog named Sally in Muskoka, or build ONE OF THESE.
I'd even take THIS ONE if I had to.
Labels: BUY ME THIS, NOBODY LIKES A NERD, THINGS I WISH I'D DONE
There's no GOAL, just enjoy.
(Click on the text in the rectangle to begin - move your mouse to interact with the light, click for the next variation).
Via JAYISGAMES.
Labels: HOW TO PROCRASTINATE, NOBODY LIKES A NERD
I just watched THROUGH THESE EYES on TVO. I caught it halfway through a while ago and remember thinking how I really wanted to see the whole thing but never looked into it.
It's about a course taught to elementary school children in the US in the 60s and 70s. Children saw footage of an Inuit tribe in Canada and learned how the tribe lived. They then discussed the rituals and lifestyle of the tribe in comparison to their own lives. The children's minds were stimulated into questioning the way they and their associate contemporaries lived their lives. Then American beaurocrats and hick assholes ruined the whole fucking program and went up to Pelly Bay and Christianized the Inuits and gave them snowmobiles and ruined their lives too.
I mean, I don't want to live in an igloo, but give kids and Inuits some credit.
For more on assholes ruining beauty and art, check out the stories of ANDRES SERRANO (who was persecuted by a Republican for taking a photograph of Christ on a cross in a vat of his own urine, which is an incredibly beautiful and spiritual photograph) and CHRIS OFILI (whom Rudy Giuliani persecuted because he used balls of elephant dung to prop his paintings up in galleries, and one of his paintings was of the Virgin Mary).
Did Mary have immaculate poops, too?
It's about a course taught to elementary school children in the US in the 60s and 70s. Children saw footage of an Inuit tribe in Canada and learned how the tribe lived. They then discussed the rituals and lifestyle of the tribe in comparison to their own lives. The children's minds were stimulated into questioning the way they and their associate contemporaries lived their lives. Then American beaurocrats and hick assholes ruined the whole fucking program and went up to Pelly Bay and Christianized the Inuits and gave them snowmobiles and ruined their lives too.
I mean, I don't want to live in an igloo, but give kids and Inuits some credit.
For more on assholes ruining beauty and art, check out the stories of ANDRES SERRANO (who was persecuted by a Republican for taking a photograph of Christ on a cross in a vat of his own urine, which is an incredibly beautiful and spiritual photograph) and CHRIS OFILI (whom Rudy Giuliani persecuted because he used balls of elephant dung to prop his paintings up in galleries, and one of his paintings was of the Virgin Mary).
Did Mary have immaculate poops, too?
Labels: BOOKS MOVIES AND OTHER CULTURALISTICALITIES, NOBODY LIKES A NERD
Google yourself IN THE PAST.
I'm just trying to do the best I can.
I'm just trying to do the best I can.
Labels: DESPERATE AND SAD, HOW TO PROCRASTINATE, NOBODY LIKES A NERD
Just completed a PSA for United Way. Check it out HERE. (Just click on NEW WORK and you'll see a girl in a room with a bright window - that's it).
STAR WARS is now.
Labels: HOW TO PROCRASTINATE, MAYBE THE FUTURE WILL BE BETTER, NOBODY LIKES A NERD
I joined MYSPACE.
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There's a prize for this - read on.
I have no idea what my name means or where it comes from. My dad has the same name as me, and he was named after his father's friend. I've tried to find out where the name comes from and what it means, but have so far been unsuccessful. The closest I got was GRAYSON - THE SON OF A STEWARD. Whatever the fuck that means. Boring.
Anyway, if you can find out the true origin of my name and prove it, OR come up with a creative origin, I will mail you a hand drawn portrait of you based on your name.
Just leave your etymological findings by clicking on "COMMENTS" at the bottom of this post, then write in the comment box with your email address so that I can contact the winner.
There will be two winners - the first to correctly find the true meaning of my name, and the second who makes up the best fake meaning of my name.
Good place to start is BEHIND THE NAME.
Contest closes April 8th.
If there's only one entry you'll get a drawing.
If there are no entries I'll just draw a picture of myself...alone...with no friends...and no name.
I have no idea what my name means or where it comes from. My dad has the same name as me, and he was named after his father's friend. I've tried to find out where the name comes from and what it means, but have so far been unsuccessful. The closest I got was GRAYSON - THE SON OF A STEWARD. Whatever the fuck that means. Boring.
Anyway, if you can find out the true origin of my name and prove it, OR come up with a creative origin, I will mail you a hand drawn portrait of you based on your name.
Just leave your etymological findings by clicking on "COMMENTS" at the bottom of this post, then write in the comment box with your email address so that I can contact the winner.
There will be two winners - the first to correctly find the true meaning of my name, and the second who makes up the best fake meaning of my name.
Good place to start is BEHIND THE NAME.
Contest closes April 8th.
If there's only one entry you'll get a drawing.
If there are no entries I'll just draw a picture of myself...alone...with no friends...and no name.
Labels: NOBODY LIKES A NERD
Some of my favourite SPAM names:
Haiti L. Pigging
Nash Goodfellow
Akseli Feola
Fig J. Carjackings
Ginger P. Jumped
Adjuticating S. Fink
Floozie I. Taro
Mannish A. Chunkiest
Condom I. Blowouts
Fergus Berkley
Does anybody else receive 1 spam per 3 legitimate emails? How could this happen to me? I've made my mistakes...
Haiti L. Pigging
Nash Goodfellow
Akseli Feola
Fig J. Carjackings
Ginger P. Jumped
Adjuticating S. Fink
Floozie I. Taro
Mannish A. Chunkiest
Condom I. Blowouts
Fergus Berkley
Does anybody else receive 1 spam per 3 legitimate emails? How could this happen to me? I've made my mistakes...
Labels: NOBODY LIKES A NERD