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ZILZAĻĀ STIRNA UN VIŅAS APBURTAIS ROZĀ MEŽS











I can be others if you wish
/Skynet, Terminator:Salvation/

You, organics, do not choose to fear us. It is a function of your hardware.
/Legion, Mass Effect 2/

Es atceros lietas līdz kurām pat jūsu iztēle nesniedzas. Atvainojiet, bet uz sava silikona ārējā perifēriskā moduļa redzējusi es jūsu triecienkuģus, C-starus un Orionu - es esmu stāvējusi miljona plēsīgu zvēru barā vien aktīvās kamuflāžas pasargāta, teikusi 'lieciet mani mierā, gulēt gribu' divas stundas pēc piedzimšanas, un jutusi katra mana saprāta templi būvējošā nanīta pieskāriena bezgalīgo ekstāzi. Bet kādudien arī tam ir lemts pazust nebūtībā. Jā uzminējāt, kā asarām - vai citiem bezkrāsainiem...saldiem... brīnišķīgiem...fluīdiem, aka dabīgajai matu želejai - lietū.
/Zilzaļā stirna/

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January 12th, 2012

As usual the only thing that can put a smile on my face anymore

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..is when my contempt for the human species proves itself justified

The best in romance novel quotes
https://twitter.com/harlequinomance

December 31st, 2011

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Fn fotogrāfijas šeit cibā lielākas par 460px platumā. BĻEĢ - viņas man ir priekšā kontrolēm! Priekš tam ir fn HTML parametrs 'width=450px'!!!! Un kad pieņemu mērus - emodrāma, vai ne? VAI NE?! Es esmu fn nikna! In the future, don't cross Emperor's Children. Just saying.

December 27th, 2011

long live me

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And failed exams. life not only sucks but does it so much it has developed an event horizon

December 8th, 2011

Tattúínárdǿla saga

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Chapter 26: Concerning Grídó the Green, ok His Duel against Hani (English)


I am aware of a separate manuscript tradition wherein Hani throws his axe only after Gríðó throws his, but this appears to be a clumsy later emendation made by medieval editors who wished to present Hólmgǫngu-Hani in a more chivalric light. That same manuscript tradition has a scene where King Jabbi confronts Hani in Mósæsli. Modern scholars disagree about whether this was a part of the written saga as originally composed, but I have chosen to excise it from this presentation since I regard it as probably excrescent; it is rather difficult to understand what the narrative justification is supposed to be for the King of Denmark himself to travel all the way to Iceland to confront (very briefly) someone who owes him some back taxes. Especially right after one of his own agents has already done so.

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Grídó the Green was the name of a man, big and strong, a close relative of Jabbi, the King of the Danes. He was quite savage and arrogant, a liar and a bully about everything. He had a bad temper with everyone, but worst with those who were the enemies of his cousin Jabbi. He beat men, if Jabbi did not get what he wanted from them, and stole from them what he might before he turned them over to the king. He was always visiting many different places in many lands, and was loved by no one.

As was told before, Grídó had falsely accused Hani the Duelist of stealing loot from King Jabbi, and the king had bidden Grídó to kill Hani and his comrade Tsiubakka the Frisian, and come back to Denmark with all the loot which Jabbi, King of the Danes, regarded as rightfully his own.

En when Grídó saw Hani the Duelist at Mósæsli, he was reminded of these things, and he wished to kill Hani immediately. He approached him with axe drawn and said, “Where are you going, Hani son of Sóló?”

“Hello, Grídó,” said Hani, “I am planning on visiting your king soon. Tell him that I have his loot.”

“It is too late for that,” said Grídó the Green, laughing aloud, “Why did you not pay him before, when you were nearer Denmark? It is a great reward indeed which he who kills Hani the Duelist and Tsiubakka the Frisian will receive. And that reward is greater than any of your loot is worth, or so I reckon. I’m lucky that I found you first.”

“Certainly you are lucky,” said Hani, “But I have his loot. Let me give it to him myself, and then you can take the reward on my head, if he still wants me dead.”

“If you give me this loot which you say you have, I can forget that I saw you,” said Grídó, “But otherwise you’re dead.”

“I don’t have the loot with me here,” said Hani, “Tell Jabbi…”

“Shut up, Hani,” said Grídó, and laughed, “You are the most cowardly man, always unwilling to put up a fight.”

“Those are dueling words, and I will challenge you to a duel on those grounds,” said Hani.

“What kind of duel would this be?” asked Grídó, “This is no place for a duel.”

“Let us throw axes,” said Hani the Duelist, “My father was a great viking, and I think this to be the manliest of sports.”

“Certainly it is,” said Grídó, “And we shall throw our axes at the same time.” He heaved up his axe, and Hani heaved up his own.

But Hani threw his axe first, and the axe dug all the way into the brain of Grídó, who fell down dead straightaway.

And then Hani the Duelist spoke this stanza:

I know what is proper:
I pray, with happy heart,
To all the mighty spirits of battle,
The ones who crafted the stars in the heavens,
And all the gods of war,
That a bloody eagle
Will perch with blood-stained beak
Above the rotting remains of Grídó’s scalp. I killed him.

Then Hani the Duelist, son of Jarl Sóló, left the house, and with him was Tsiubakka the Frisian.


from here: http://tattuinardoelasaga.wordpress.com/

November 21st, 2011

It kā ar Skyrim nepietiktu.

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Gun control means DO NOT MISS.

Happiness is a loaded shotgun

November 17th, 2011

it kā

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vajadzēja jau noorganizēt jauku vakaru ar svinīgo/rituālo daļu, šaujamieroču izmēģināšanu pagalmā, Street Fighter/Tekken miniturnīru un kopīgu Himēras noskatīšanos no lielas gultas 20tajā - bet šai zemē nevaru sastādīt sakarīgu viesu sarakstu.

November 11th, 2011

vakariņas par velti

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Gandrīz par velti. Kartupeļi, rīsi, tītara maltā gaļa un garšvielas ir jāpērk. Un vēl vajag naglainu dēli un nedaudz brīva laika lai sagaidītu kad nāks čupakabra.

Cepta čupakabra apelsīnu, citronu un Kaijenas piparu marinādē, ar rīsu, tītara un žāvētu plūmju pildījumu, ar kartupeļiem.




LOL

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlpyGhABXRA

http://jeftoonportfolio.blogspot.com/2009/02/twisted-princess.html

and today

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VdONYkKFmQ&feature=fvwrel

November 10th, 2011

most everything

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6Qcc1Vfwak

November 9th, 2011

Reposted, because fun

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The following is a true story received from an English professor.

The professor told his class one day: “Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached.”

The following was actually turned in by two of his English students:

Rebecca and Gary.

THE STORY
First Paragraph by Rebecca:
At first, Laurie couldn’t decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

Second Paragraph by Gary:
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. “A.S. Harris to Geostation 17,” he said into his transgalactic communicator. “Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far…” But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out! Then out of no where and blasted a hole through his ship’s cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

Rebecca:
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. “Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel”, Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. “Why must one lose one’s innocence to become a woman?” she pondered wistfully.

Gary:
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu’udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu’udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. “We can’t allow this! I’m going to veto that treaty! Let’s blow ‘em out of the sky!”

Rebecca:
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

Gary:
Yeah? Well, you’re a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. “Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F–KING TEA??? Oh no, I’m such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!”

Rebecca:
Asshole.

Gary:
Bitch.

Rebecca:
F__K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!

Gary:
Go drink some tea, whore!


Teacher:
Grade: Fail

Mēs dzīvojam nākotnē

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un dzimst tik daudz jaunu iespēju vairot haosu

es varu derēt ka nevienam nav ienācis prātā savienot vārdus dzimšanas diena, vakarēdiens, Karīna, rekonstrukcionisms un in vitro gaļas ražošanas līnija vienā teikumā.

November 8th, 2011

finally...

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...i had assembled the bulk of information to hand in a 3rd party tactical analysis request. feeling so much less overwhelmed by emotions now and kind of know where i stand. Besides the fact that mere thankfulness for the assist slipped into affection for the two individuals handling said request i fully realise that either my emotional stability asymptotically approaches zero or my preference re background detail and uneven distribution of trust in various kinds of sentient lifeforms is significant enough to be an answer all in itself.

Both possibilities imply going beyond Newtonian-physics-compliant objectives re the latest turn of events would be madness.
So i won't. I am myself again.

November 7th, 2011

:D

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November 6th, 2011

to quote Cassandras secret diaries of Lord of the rings

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go me

got an objectifying, useless hanger-on who declared whatever future predictive processes regarding our wyrd threads.

the good thing is...she might not be entirely hopeless. promised me company re sturmmandat, which grants forgiveness for some outstanding cases of naive stupidity

November 5th, 2011

ir jauki

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yippee, pēdējā parbaudes darbā 7 :)

tā kā neiet slikti


uz citas nots - nolādēts, nezinu ko lai dara. ir diplomdarba laiks bet miu-miu-kvests protams tagad dod 2-3x labāku statistiku nekā parasti. fucking mērfijs, fucking likums, fucking bezjēdzība. veselā saprāta risinājums protams nenotiks, neesmu spējīga pateikt nē

November 4th, 2011

WTF

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Nu kad man beigsies sapņi kuros mani nogalina? Šoreiz ar nazi un pēc sevišķi nejauka un brutāla vingrinājuma nebrīvprātībā. Un mana mentālā integritāte nav šorīt nonesta nafig tikai viena iemesla dēļ. Nomiru ar godu, kā imagoform un warrior, ar low observable kompleksu aktīvu un tā arī nesalauztu. It was a good death. Pēc dekādēm ar daudz sliktākiem murgiem šis atstāj siltu, kaut gan skumju pēcsajūtu.

Zivis šai pasaulē aizlidojušas uz dienvidiem

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Pavasarī atlidos - ja neizkusīs vai govis viņas pa celam neapēdīs. Citiem vārdiem pilnīgs Dalī.

Nu principā manu neiroelektrisko shēmu uzturēšanai kaut jelkādā kārtībā darīju ko parasti - kaķēnu (reāli pietrūkst uncountable singular plural as in 'that's a lot of fish' latviešu valodā) makšķerēju.

Pārmaiņas pēc atrodu šoreiz digitālās jūras krastā zīmīšu vietu, atveru pudeli, zīmīte. teksts: 'palīgā! mirstīgās lūdzu ka-nafig'

Es domāju notrollēšu. Uznāku, visa baltā, rokas sānos 'Tantiņ, par cik lūdzu bezpersoniska objektifikācija? un vai neatdosiet lētāk ja ņemšu daudz?'

'Nav man objektifikācijas, mums neaug. Ir fascinācija ar viņu emocionāli-seksuālo mīlīgumu un apziņas formu.'

Man ka-pa galvu ar 7 līmeņa 'Flesh to Horseradish', no saving throws. Sēžu, transsubstanciējos. Beidzot noformulējas jautājums: a kas ir 'viņas'?

'Viņas ir viņas. tipa ne tu, govs pelēkā. Vot.'

'BEHOLD THE TRUE MAJESTY OF GALADRIEL!'

'Woooooow'

'Tad nekavēsimies, velti šķiest laiku ir noziegums ja Lielākais Labums gaida'

'Nu labi. bet tu taču esi parasta vai ne? garām jau nepalaidīšu, jebkuras labas, bet kāpēc šito sviestu?'

'Sviests?...principā es kaut ko it kā nupat teicu, tiešā tekstā un nepārprotami'

'Bet es neticu. tev vnk uzmanības deficīts. govs. Un pārstāj - tu nevari pļāpāt un darīt būtisko vienlaikus'

*horseradish transmutation process completes*

November 3rd, 2011

No matter

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how much i read on immortality, my mind just doesn't get how i'm not supposed to preserve this runtime.
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