Just found this, gets trippy at the end
Just found this, gets trippy at the end
Last edited by Psychotime; December 24th, 2011 at 08:00 PM.
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2012 is the year of the dragon. :D
Now enjoy a sea mammal painting the kanji for it...
What has cheered me up the last two days is finding out that the school I signed up for sent me a letter stating I have attempted too many credits to continue there.
Well, to bad I don't think I will be able to get into one until Fall 12. That's cool It will give me time to get my music chops back in order. Scholarship auditions are in March. Damn it Damn it Damn it.
Fish and bunnies are my favorite pets. I really am not the kind to ogle over animals but the rabbit/prey animals are definitely my weak spot.
Fish are really fun to keep, especially the ones that reproduce. When I was ten, I had a pregnant female without even knowing that it was female and pregnant. I kept the female in her own plastic bin because I thought the two other fish of the same species (turns out to be both male) were picking on her. I had no idea the female was pregnant and was even more surprised to see another fish in the same bin as her, and it turned out that the two male fish were jumping out of the water in order to get into her bin so they can fertilize the eggs. Hence one male fish got in. The other male fish? It died trying as it jumped out of the tank.
There were literally hundreds of tiny eggs that became babies, but they were so small they escaped through the holes in the bin and got eaten by the larger fish in the tank.
I had a live bearing fish that gave premature birth as in the video above, but I realized that the premature babies are capable of developing outside the mother.
"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
--- Frank Herbert, Dune - Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear
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Yes. And it's the year when the final book in the Wheel of Time series is released. And the world as they know it will end in that book... It all makes sense, finally.2012 is the year of the dragon.
Last edited by Stacybean; December 29th, 2011 at 10:29 PM.
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"I wish to paint in such a manner as if I were photographing dreams" - Zdzislaw BeksinskiMy Happy Little Sketchbook, please check it out and help me get better!
- from P.G Wodehouse's "My Man Jeeves"The light from the big window fell right on the picture. I took a good look at it. Then I shifted a bit nearer and took another look. Then I went back to where I had been at first, because it hadn't seemed quite so bad from there.
"Well?" said Corky, anxiously.
I hesitated a bit.
"Of course, old man, I only saw the kid once, and then only for a moment, but—but it was an ugly sort of kid, wasn't it, if I remember rightly?"
"As ugly as that?"
I looked again, and honesty compelled me to be frank.
"I don't see how it could have been, old chap."
Poor old Corky ran his fingers through his hair in a temperamental sort of way. He groaned.
"You're right quite, Bertie. Something's gone wrong with the darned thing. My private impression is that, without knowing it, I've worked that stunt that Sargent and those fellows pull—painting the soul of the sitter. I've got through the mere outward appearance, and have put the child's soul on canvas."
"But could a child of that age have a soul like that? I don't see how he could have managed it in the time. What do you think, Jeeves?"
"I doubt it, sir."
"It—it sorts of leers at you, doesn't it?"
"You've noticed that, too?" said Corky.
"I don't see how one could help noticing."
"All I tried to do was to give the little brute a cheerful expression.
But, as it worked out, he looks positively dissipated."
"Just what I was going to suggest, old man. He looks as if he were in the middle of a colossal spree, and enjoying every minute of it. Don't you think so, Jeeves?"
"He has a decidedly inebriated air, sir."
Corky was starting to say something when the door opened, and the uncle came in.
For about three seconds all was joy, jollity, and goodwill. The old boy shook hands with me, slapped Corky on the back, said that he didn't think he had ever seen such a fine day, and whacked his leg with his stick. Jeeves had projected himself into the background, and he didn't notice him.
"Well, Bruce, my boy; so the portrait is really finished, is it—really finished? Well, bring it out. Let's have a look at it. This will be a wonderful surprise for your aunt. Where is it? Let's——"
And then he got it—suddenly, when he wasn't set for the punch; and he rocked back on his heels.
"Oosh!" he exclaimed. And for perhaps a minute there was one of the scaliest silences I've ever run up against.
"Is this a practical joke?" he said at last, in a way that set about sixteen draughts cutting through the room at once.
I thought it was up to me to rally round old Corky.
"You want to stand a bit farther away from it," I said.
"You're perfectly right!" he snorted. "I do! I want to stand so far away from it that I can't see the thing with a telescope!" He turned on Corky like an untamed tiger of the jungle who has just located a chunk of meat. "And this—this—is what you have been wasting your time and my money for all these years! A painter! I wouldn't let you paint a house of mine!
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