00:48 - kuraas rokaas viss ir?
samierinaashanaas ir vienmeer - ar to ka citaadaak nevareeja, bet cilveex taads moskjis vienmeer grib citu, grib citaadaak, vinjsh nevar atziit, ka ir labi kaa ir, vinjam vienmeer ir funktieris, vinjsh zin kaa buutu labaak, to tac redzam ik uz solja, pasniedzeeja zina, kaa vajadzeeja labaak referaataa raxtiit, mamma zina labaak, kaa vajadzejaa zemenju ievaariijumu ziemai vaariit, teetis zina kaadu labaak mashiinu vajadzeeja pirkt, draugs zina kaadu kletu labaak vajadzeeja pirkt, veel kaads zina kaadu antiviirusu sisteemu vajadzeeja likt un kaadu staastu staastiit, kad atbildeet ar jaa un kad ar nee - kaada banaala ironija - tikai es neko nezinu
bet varbuut tomeer nav, varbuut tikai man tev veel kaadam izliekas?
From: | koijots |
Date: | 15. Augusts 2004 - 20:20 |
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"We demand admission!" shouted the younger of the two men elbowing a pretty young secretary in the throat.
"Come on," shouted the older one, "you can't keep us out!" He pushed a junior programmer back through the door.
"We demand that you can't keep us out!" bawled the younger one, though he was now firmly inside the room and no further attempts were being made to stop him.
"Who are you?" said Lunkwill, rising angrily from his seat. "What do you want?"
"I am Majikthise!" announced the older one.
"And I demand that I am Vroomfondel!" shouted the younger one.
Majikthise turned on Vroomfondel. "It's alright," he explained angrily, "you don't need to demand that."
"Alright!" bawled Vroomfondel banging on an nearby desk. "I am Vroomfondel, and that is not a demand, that is a solid fact! What we demand is solid facts!"
"No we don't!" exclaimed Majikthise in irritation. "That is precisely what we don't demand!"
Scarcely pausing for breath, Vroomfondel shouted, "We don't demand solid facts! What we demand is a total absence of solid facts. I demand that I may or may not be Vroomfondel!"
"But who the devil are you?" exclaimed an outraged Fook.
"We," said Majikthise, "are Philosophers."
"Though we may not be," said Vroomfondel waving a warning finger at the programmers.
"Yes we are," insisted Majikthise. "We are quite definitely here as representatives of the Amalgamated Union of Philosophers, Sages, Luminaries and Other Thinking Persons, and we want this machine off, and we want it off now!"
"What's the problem?" said Lunkwill.
"I'll tell you what the problem is mate," said Majikthise, "demarcation, that's the problem!"
"We demand," yelled Vroomfondel, "that demarcation may or may not be the problem!"
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no tās pašas Hichhiker grāmatas
nogurums.
un nestaasti, ka neko nezini;)
Ļoti pierasta, nepatīkama cilvēku īpašība - neprasme novērtēt to, kas ir. Vienmēr liekas, ka citur/citiem ir labāk. Nu bet, ko Tu tādam kustonim padarīsi?
nu es galiigi ne taa to domaaju, bet nu...
Ok, tad es laikam būšu kko ne tā sapratis. * domāja, ka vienmēr liekas, ka citas lietas ir labākas, visi vienmēr zin kā labāk, bet, kad reāli tiek sasniegs kārotais, tad viss tik rožaini nemaz neizskatās. Mirāžas.
es vienkaarshi ar to domaaju visaadu spriedeleeshanu par briivu izveeli, ka cilveex var vai vareejis vai naakotnee varees izveeleeties kaa riikoties un ka riiciiba vispaar vareetu tikt nosaukta par pareizu vai nepareizu, lielaakoties cilveekiem veerteejot lietas viss vareejis buut labaak sanaak tikai tad ja vinji nepienjem domu, ka citaadaak tas vienkaarshi buut nevareeja, baigi neskaidri, bet te par ikdieniskju cilkveeku, kursh visu zina, kas labi, kas slikti utt.
Ok, puslīdz skaidrība ir iegūta ;)
vnk tev shobriid taa tiaki shkjiet.
katram savaadaak kkas notiek labaak
es vienmeer par to briinos, bet nemaz tik savaadaak jau nav