- I think The Beatles are overrated
- The same goes for David Bowie
- And Kate Bush
- I also don't like Queen songs very much
- I think people who write LOL and use bracket faces 'to explain themselves better' are imbeciles
- As are people who constantly take and share photos of themselves
- I think most people make poor cups of tea
- I'm astonished that anyone can believe in a supreme being
- I don't get olives. I've tried to see their appeal but they taste horrible
- Everyone seems to love it, but I tasted Pimms once and it was foul
- The same goes for the smell of lavender
- I wish I didn't, but I secretly think that most men are weak
- I think that people who drink in Starbucks wouldn't know good coffee if it was thrown in their face
- I'm indifferent to Summer. People say I 'should be out there making the most of the sunshine' but I'm not that fussed about it
- Gazpacho and quiche baffle me. Are they hot are they cold... what the fuck are they?
- I find children really annoying
- It's usually met with outrage but I kill spiders
- I'm always a bit disappointed by cheesecake
- I thought The Wire was shit. It's poorly shot and the dialogue is laughable
- I think most people look awful in skinny jeans
- I'm massively prudish
- I don't think IVF should be paid for with tax payers money. If people want babies then they should adopt one or pay for their own treatment
- I think ballet is really ugly
- I didn't watch any of the London Olympics except the opening ceremony
Showing posts with label Thought of the day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thought of the day. Show all posts
7 December 2013
Saturday Confessions
28 April 2013
Lady Stardust To You
I read this today and liked it very much so thought I'd share it with you guys. I think this is the only way I wouldn't mind being a little less orderly - although I doubt that I'd be aware of this of course.
"You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you'd hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your broken-hearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you'll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they'll be comforted to know your energy's still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you're just less orderly. Amen."
- Aaron Freeman.
26 January 2012
Home Decorating Ideas
A few years ago I bought a picture of this woman. I can't remember where I found it but I remember that I thought she was beautiful and wondered who she was. I liked it so much that I framed it and had it for years in my bedroom.
My friend and I were just discussing 'women who deserved being called a c**t' (like you do - long story involving The Onion) so I Googled 'Evil Women throughout history' to see if I could come up with any more candidates after I got stuck getting past Myra Hindley and Margaret Thatcher.
And there at number 2 was Elizabeth Bathory - one of the most prolific female serial killers in history. Now I'm not sure if this image is definitely a painting of Elizabeth Bathory but it most certainly is the same picture that has been adorning my home all these years.
I'm not sure what that says about me?
My friend and I were just discussing 'women who deserved being called a c**t' (like you do - long story involving The Onion) so I Googled 'Evil Women throughout history' to see if I could come up with any more candidates after I got stuck getting past Myra Hindley and Margaret Thatcher.
And there at number 2 was Elizabeth Bathory - one of the most prolific female serial killers in history. Now I'm not sure if this image is definitely a painting of Elizabeth Bathory but it most certainly is the same picture that has been adorning my home all these years.
I'm not sure what that says about me?
4 May 2009
I'd Become a Pessimist, But It'd Never Work
"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it." - George Bernard Shaw
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