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Uuuuuun.... ( NSFW )

The ever loved pantless bear certainly is an eye-catcher especially to the all time Disney fanatics.

If religion was real

Baronam murgos rādās kapi
Kuros aprok dainu skapi!

Tā kā te tiek notiek masīvs kompju upgrade es pie savas (lol) mākslas bildēm netieku. Māksla vispār ir iemācīties neienīst Linux. :S Bet priekš bloga atliek vien klasiskais interneta spams.

Pieļauju, ka cilvēkiem varētu rasties priekšstats, ka es to vien daru kā atrodu visādas muļķības un maucības internetā. Tā gandrīz nav. :D
Tad nu es izdomāju neslēpt sveci zem pūra un palielīties ar saviem radošumiem. Nu, tip, es jau neesmu nekāda baigā māksliniece, bet reizēm sanāk kaut ko uzražot. Pēdējais pusgads bija dikti ražens, jo reģistrējos vienā saitā, kur cilvēki mainās ar saviem diy ražojumiem. Tā kā man ir slinkums meklēt visas bildes manā haosainajā kompī, es sadalīšu šo lielīšanos pa daļām.
Tad nu šodien es izrādu savu pirmo papjē mašē ever. Tas tika radīts pirms gada, kad man uz dažiem mēnešiem nebija interneta. Un tas ir arī vienīgais, ko es esmu paturējusi sev.

( Sivns )

If knowledge is power then internet is full of useless power.

Humans to ashes
People to dust
It's all because
In God we trust

The same genius that wrote "Piano Concerto No 24 in C Minor" also wrote a gem called "Lick My Ass," a classical party ballad meant to be sung by six people at a time, and followed it up with a sequel called "Lick My Ass Nice and Clean," the lyrics of which we have included below:

Lick my ass nicely,
lick it nice and clean,
nice and clean, lick my ass.
That's a greasy desire,
nicely buttered,
like the licking of roast meat, my daily activity.
Three will lick more than two,
come on, just try it,
and lick, lick, lick.
Everybody lick his own ass himself.

It would probably not be beyond human ingenuity to write books by
machinery. But a sort of mechanizing process can already be seen at work
in the film and radio, in publicity and propaganda, and in the lower
reaches of journalism. The Disney films, for instance, are produced by
what is essentially a factory process, the work being done partly
mechanically and partly by teams of artists who have to subordinate their
individual style. Radio features are commonly written by tired hacks to
whom the subject and the manner of treatment are dictated beforehand:
even so, what they write is merely a kind of raw material to be chopped
into shape by producers and censors. So also with the innumerable books
and pamphlets commissioned by government departments. Even more
machine-like is the production of short stories, serials, and poems for
the very cheap magazines. Papers such as the WRITER abound with
advertisements of literary schools, all of them offering you ready-made
plots at a few shillings a time. Some, together with the plot, supply the
opening and closing sentences of each chapter. Others furnish you with a
sort of algebraical formula by the use of which you can construct plots
for yourself. Others have packs of cards marked with characters and
situations, which have only to be shuffled and dealt in order to produce
ingenious stories automatically. It is probably in some such way that the
literature of a totalitarian society would be produced, if literature
were still felt to be necessary. Imagination--even consciousness, so far
as possible--would be eliminated from the process of writing. Books
would be planned in their broad lines by bureaucrats, and would pass
through so many hands that when finished they would be no more an
individual product than a Ford car at the end of the assembly line. It
goes without saying that anything so produced would be rubbish; but
anything that was not rubbish would endanger the structure of the state.
As for the surviving literature of the past, it would have to be
suppressed or at least elaborately rewritten.

Tas ir tieši tas, ko tajās rakstnieku darbnīcās dara - taisa shēmas, kā rakstīt literatūru. Jāatzīst, dažiem jauniem rakstniekiem forma nav saprotama, bet to var iemācīties, neveidojot varoņu portfolio un ko tik vēl nē.

OMFG!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kszzbkfJ-5Q</url>

"Savos dziednieciskajos eksperimentos ar magnētiem Mesmers lika pacientiem iedzert dzelzi saturošu preparātu un tad pielika magnētus dažādās viņu ķermeņa vietās. Pacienti ziņoja par dīvainu fluīdu plūsmu organismā, kas viņus dažās stundās izārstēja.
Drīz viņš ar izbrīnu konstatēja, ka pacientiem kļūst vieglāk arī bez viņa magnētiem (viņš mēdza tos aizmirst mājās). Viņš pieņēma, ka ārstējošais efekts slēpjas nevis magnētos, bet viņā pašā – viņa dzīvnieciskajā magnētismā, kas iedarbojas uz pacientiem ¬–, un pārstāja izmantot magnētus. Ar dzīvniecisko magnētismu Mesmers saprata ēterisko medija garu, kas iemiesojies viņā, nevis savu seksuālo pievilcību, kā šo jēdzienu izprot mūsdienās. "

Deckard Cain Rap

My name is Deckard Cain
and I come from Tristram
If you're looking for Diablo
then you just missed him.

If you find old Griswald
then you can take him down
but you'll get no reward
til you come back to town.

Thanks for my life
i'll identify your stuff
but if you choose to carry on
then it's gonna get tough.

Greetings friend
here's the road to the east
you'll find that it's blocked
cuz Andariels a beast.

Greetings, Greetings
Greetings, stay awhile and listen

Charsi can shield you
if you have a lot of cash
if you're all out of room
you can stick it in your stash.

My name is Deckard Cain
and I've come on out to greet ya
so sit your ass and listen
or I'm gonna haave to beat ya.

If I dont know the answer
then go ask Mala
she's a funky little broad
that looks like a koala

My homies were destroyed
but I carry on
with the help of young Anya
who's know amazon.

Greetings, Greetings
Cant' touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this. can't touch this can't touch this, can't touch this.
Greetings, Stay awhile and listen.

My name is Deckard Cain
I'm the last of a breed,
when I give out a warning
you'd best take heed.

I am the sworn enemy
of big bad Baal,
he was first in line
at the evil sale.

Even though I'm ancient
and somewhat of a relic
people tell me
I look like Tom Celic

I'm nasty, I'm old
and a little bit ornery
I look like Patrick Stewart
and sound like Sean Connery.

Greetings, Greetings,
Throw your hands in the air waving um like ya just dont care
Greetings, stay awhile and listen

Kick it
Way to go homies, that was dope.

We'll have to do this more often, that was way phat.
Yeah boooooooeeey, Cain in the house.

Give it up for the horadrim, horadrim, ho ho hoho horadrim,
horadrim, ho ho hoho horadrim
ho ho hoho horadrim

Who let the barbarians out? Who who who who?

ALL FATHERS ARE MOTHERFUCKERS!

Āpāc, ko tik neatrast inetā!

Kas psihiatriju padara par zinātni?

Šito man tas draugs-psihoterapeits ieteica noskatīties, kad es dalījos viņā ar savu mazo atklājumu. Vispār filma šokējoša, liela daļa izskatās aiz matiem pievilkta, bet tie varoņi ir ar dažādiem uzskatiem, ja pamana. Un kas ļaunākais - neviena vārda par šizīšiem, kas bez jebkādiem simulantiem redz zilus brīnumus, neviena vārda par to, kā tieši 'drugs' noved līdz pašnāvībām un sērijslepkavībām. Vienbrīd man gribējās to filmu ielikt plauktiņā pie citām konspirācijškonspirācijteoriju filmām, bet šis tas aizķērās gan.

Ā, un šis ir mans mazais atklājums:
About my discoveries. I have developed a little hypothesis. There are these three whales on witch humankind rides - culture, religion and science. And these whales float in the see of philosophy. Some versions say that philosophy is like sky or heaven that covers these three main objects, well, it is like the blanket that doesn't interfere directly but is based on these objects. It's kind of obvious that when the culture&science&religion were cognitivly realised and cathegorized that only then philosophy could cover them. (It's not my idea, there have been a lot of wiser people than me that discovered that.) What I think I have discovered are that some disciplines that seem to be in the belly of one of the whales could actually be originated from another whale. The more I research psychology the more I tend to believe that it probably has more to do with religion than with science. There are some patterns in psychology that can fall only under the title of religion and not under the title of science. Firstly the word itself states that it research&cures soul. No science does that. A science doctor can research dead body and can tell what physical illnesses one have had. No psychologist can tell the mental illnesses one have had just by researching a dead body. (Though self caused injuries could give some information but not enough to make a conclusion.) So physical evidence isn't the main source in research. So a psychologist has to take the role of a priest. And the more confession he or she gets the more effective psychology can be (or better indulgence one gets). When the situation gets too tough another method that has noticable similarities with religion can be applied. And that is the drug use. While shamans for example use mushrooms (ok, urine of a reindeer that has eaten the mushrooms and yes the flying reindeer has to do something with Santa Claus as well) to research macrocosm and symbolicaly return to microcosm, psychiatrist prescribes drugs to bring order in the microcosm. Note - while long term alcohol and other drug use is considered socially unacceptable this doesn't apply for drugs that are used for religious practice and/or in psychiatry. Though the drugs themselves doesn't change. They are as addictive no matter where they are used. This is just a small silly hypothesis, I have to do much deeper research in order to make it more or less a theory.