Do you think Al and Tipper know about this one?
from the comments of an article about newly discovered Egyptian mummies
We know enough about the ancient Egyptians already, so why keep on digging them up?
Why Athletes Are Geniuses
In recent years neuroscientists have begun to catalog some fascinating differences between average brains and the brains of great athletes. By understanding what goes on in athletic heads, researchers hope to understand more about the workings of all brains—those of sports legends and couch potatoes alike.
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Lost final episode discussion thread
Was it any good?
from the moderated comments
This is a message for Quigley, the gorilla: I just saw the video when they tought you that you will die soon. DON’T BE WORRIED, it made me sad and I’m crying right now: Listen, sweetie, I AM GOING TO DIE TOO, everybody dies someday, but JUST WHEN YOU ARE PREPARED FOR IT. You will know it when it comes, and you will be calm, don’t be afraid, live your life NOW, (I am afraid too), show interest in life. Existence will have a purpose, because there’s energy in us, and energy never distroies, NEVER DIES, only changes form.
Just live your life and do not care, don’t call yourself stupid, we are the stupid ones, because we think too much and so much in realism, existence and death that we can’t live our alive days happy, with no such preocupation, living the present instant that is going on only, just like you were.
Thank you, I hope you don’t die, I hope you are not sad and do not care about that for now nor ever, you and I will die someday, but there are lots of living moments today.
Take care, sweetie
The Church of Hallgrímur
Located in Reykjavik, Iceland.
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«Censorship is advertising paid by the government»
from the comments
Also my friends blindfolded me and took me to a place where we had our own room with flashing lights and giant screens and sang private karaoke. I sang everything I had ever wanted to sing, it was magical. Also because I had no idea where we were it was as if I was in a place out of time.
No one’s going to eat the telescope
Peanut Butter and Jelly Ice Cream Pie
Flockers, it’s James from The Sly Oyster.
This is better than you might think at first glance and I’m quite pleased with how it came out.
Peanut Butter ice cream, chocolate covered peanuts, homemade strawberry freezer jam and a graham cracker pie crust all come together in a perfect combination of saltiness and sweetness that really is something everybody should try.
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Dry Ice (Kelsey?)
So suddenly I decide I really like the idea of dry ice in my beverages. Is there a local grocer or dispensary in Silverthorne that carries it?
Posted at work on my ipoop, borrowing my employers’ wifi. Categories please Deron?
The Lion King – Hula Song (Multilanguage)
Just listening to the sounds of the juxtaposed languages is riveting.
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I watched a few episodes of the first season of Lost. Would it be funny to watch the final episode tonight?
from the comments
I’m for a big shot of vodka and a tranquilizer dart to the throat.
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dear clusterflock
Is everyone brushing their teeth with electronic toothbrushes now?
Pleasing juxtaposition
At my birthday party yesterday I was given a moleskine city notebook for Los Angeles, several items from Anthropologie, including mustard yellow earrings and a soft blue jacket, as well as — a variable speed, orbital jigsaw. Power tools and pretty things.
I am known, I am loved.
Irises for Rick
Don’t mow those irises my friend. Here are some we got years ago. When I first planted them they were purple. Then they changed to a brown color and have stayed that way. Brown flowers strike me as wonderfully ironic, sort of like a green flocked Christmas tree.
A stranger came to the door once when they were blooming and asked if he could trade something for a start of my irises. I said–sure–and got a shovel. I dug up three or four of them for him. He said (pinching his nose in a gesture of privacy) that my irises would easily fetch $35 for each bulb (or is it rhizome?). I said–Well I bought three and now I have about a hundred. He said he would leave something in trade on my front porch later, but he never did. I don’t think my irises would have liked him; I bet they changed colors again when he planted them.
Regarding Today’s Show | For Rick and Danny
Wild West Show. Wild West Town. Union, Illinois.
Camp Mom
It wasn’t until I found myself standing in the soda aisle at Target, wondering if y’all should need or want some, that it occurred to me I might be one.
Score one for the bull
Go bull.
