THE PREPOSTEROUS BOLLOX OF THE SITUATION
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Mila Kunis by Ruven Afanador
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He said Star Trek is too “philosophical”? Screw that noise.
I don’t...
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Zoe Saldana
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Rose Leslie photographed by Rebecca Miller
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“A woman in western Sweden who was arrested after police found skeletons in her apartment has now been charged for using the bones as sex toys, a hobby she claimed was motivated by an interest in history.
“A 37-year-old woman, who was arrested in September, was formally charged on Tuesday at the Gothenburg District Court for the crime of “violating the peace of the dead” (brott mot griftesfriden).”
- A. If you could get away with one murder in your lifetime without any legal, social, or emotional repercussions, would you kill someone?
- Yes. I think you'd have to be worryingly sane to the the point of insanity to think otherwise. We all wish to kill. It's a constant wonder we don't kill each other more often.
- B. What is your first thought when you receive a message on Tumblr, are you excited for the idea of someone from potentially the other side of the world wanting to talk to you or fearful that someone will criticize you?
- My first thought is that Tumblr still hasn't fixed the Message count widget on the dashboard, as mine has been stuck at one for months.
- C. Have you ever looked down on someone because you thought your religious views were superior?
- I have no religious views other than a form of indifferent pity to those who delude themselves that there's a magic man living in the sky making their lives better than mine.
- D. Would you rather know everything the universe has to offer but in exchange lose all emotions or remain the way you are now?
- Well, I'd say that if you knew all that the universe had to offer, you'd naturally lose all of your emotions anyway. That would be an elevated state of being and emotions are at odds with that. Like Dr Manhattan. But with pants.
- E. If you could live and be healthy without sleeping or eating/drinking, which would you cut out of your life?
- Sleeping. I barely sleep as it is, so I'd happily trade that against a bit of extra health.
- F. If you could take on the exact body and form of anyone else on Earth, who would it be?
- My first thought would be to be Summer Glau and take that for a spin like nobody's business. But if this is a lifetime deal I could do a lot of good to the world in the form of Johnny Depp or George Clooney.
- G. Would you rather burn or freeze to death?
- Freeze. Who the hell would choose to burn to death? I'm assuming it's a literal burning and not the usual death by smoke inhalation first, which is what usually happens? Fuck that.
- H. If it meant it would solve all world hunger, war, disease and bigotry, would you spend the rest of eternity in Hell?
- There is no hell. Also, no.
- I. Was the first crush in your life something you had or something someone had on you?
- Something I had. Obviously.
- J. Could you live without having sex ever (again) in exchange for eternal youth?
- No. What would be the point of eternal youth then?
- K. Have you ever watched a full length pornographic movie?
- Who ever watches a full length porno? Am I right?
- L. The Beatles or The Rolling Stones?
- The Doors.
- M. If you could have the ability to manipulate matter or energy, which would you choose?
- I'd manipulate energy because that would allow me the power to manipulate matter. Physics, folks.
- N. What was the worst nightmare you ever had?
- I went through a phase of dreaming that I was living back home with my parents. Then the dreams changed, so that my parents were living with me, but my house was their house and they were in charge and I was always doing chores and getting into trouble for things other people had done.
- O. Would you rather spend one year with your one true love just to never see them again or the rest of your life with second best?
- This, I'll grant you, is a good question. I've given this a lot of thought, because I'm married. You know, I think I'm going to be ruthlessly logical and go with spending the rest of my life with second best, on the grounds that my second best would be plenty good enough.
- P. All the sequels/remakes/adaptations/rip-offs in movies nowadays, good or bad?
- Daft nonspecific question. Sequels, obviously, can be good (especially, as happens more often these days, they're planned as a series of films from the outset). I think that Hollywood's rampaging through its catalogue of classics for the remake treatment shows a lack of imagination and enterprise that shouldn't come as a surprise and disappointment, but does. Having said that, some remakes (Dawn of the Dead comes to mind) are perfectly good films (though, at least in Dawn of the Dead's case, possibly more by virtue of not being remakes in anything but name).
- Q. Would you rather be dirt poor and emotionally fulfilled in life or be rich beyond imagination and emotionally dissatisfied for life?
- I'm already emotionally dissatisfied, so give me the money.
- R. Do you have any (secret) feelings of bigotry to any group of people?
- Yes. And I think we already know who.
- S. Would you rather be the only person in the world that can read minds or have everyone else in the world be able to read minds except for your own?
- I'd like to read minds, because I'd like to know what people really think.
- T. If everyone in the world would automatically only know one language, which language would you choose?
- Klingon. I'd make everyone learn fucking Klingon.
- U. If you were old enough and not in a situation where it would be inappropriate, would you sleep with one of your (past) school teachers/professors?
- No. Not for any moral platitude, but because I went to school in the '70s and '80s when everyone was a minger.
- V. A world without religion, good, bad, neutral?
- If we didn't have God to argue about, I'm sure we'd find something else. I know I would.
- W. The men's rights movement, legitimate cause or laughable, and why?
- You're going to have to give me a couple of minutes while I go and Google if this is an actual thing, because that sounds laughable... Okay, I'm back. Googled that, and the first thing on the first page was, "Media Bias is a constant presence in our lives. Every facet of Journalism targets against men," so I'm going to go with my gut and say laughable.
- X. You can eliminate one of your five senses to substantially strengthen the others, which one and would you do it?
- I don't think I would, because I'm sure that not immediately obvious drawbacks would come along to bite me on the arse.
- Y. Do looks mean anything to you? Don't lie, could you fall in love with someone you thought was ugly?
- No.
- Z. Can you understand the mindset and logic used by the opposite spiritual opinion? An atheist understanding the belief in a higher power and vice versa.
- Look, if you can find me an atheist who can understand the belief in a higher power, and I'll show you someone who isn't an atheist. Atheism is in the dictionary - look it up. I can understand people who believe in God, because I understand that people are small and scared and we evolved as a developing species afraid of the dark and the thunder, and I understand that the Church of organised religion manipulates superstition and herd instinct to give themselves all the wealth and power, but I don't believe that people who aren't indoctrinated by family, friends and the Church would ever consider that their daily lives were governed by an old man in the clouds who punishes and rewards them on an entirely arbitrary basis and would consign them to an eternity of fiery hell for something as slight as considering that your neighbour's donkey is something they might like. And even if there were a God, would you devote your life to a being who gave you Ten Commandments to adhere to, and the first four were concerned with worshipping Him (You shall have no other Gods but me; You shall not make for yourself any idol, nor bow down to it or worship it; You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God; You shall remember and keep the Sabbath day holy) before we get to the shit about not murdering and stealing from each other?
Cloud Atlas (2012) Theatrical Trailer #1 [HD] (by MrJS15)
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
And forever is losing a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another
A young boy of sixteen with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty, once more, babies play ‘round my knee,
Again, we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, A young man still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. Open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer .. See.. Me.So that made me cry a bit…
I cried. Aging scares me.
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“This project proposes an underground vertical cemetery for Mexico City – a vision that takes into consideration the overpopulation, the scarcity of land, and the psychological and sensory experience of grieving. The ‘Tower for the Dead’ allows the family members of the deceased to be reborn, after a trip to the underworld, where they just buried their loved one.”
“Across from a noodle shop in a Yokohama suburb, Hisayoshi Teramura’s inn looks much like any other small lodging that dots the port city. Occasionally, it’s even mistaken for a love hotel by couples hankering for some time beneath the sheets.
“But Teramura’s place is neither a love nest nor a pit stop for tired travelers. The white and grey tiled building is a corpse hotel, its 18 deceased guests tucked up in refrigerated coffins.”
“RAWRR!!!”
(via iandsharman)
Before I die…
Urn For Ashes, by Anna Marinenko.
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