"Thought For The Day !"

Owed wholly to the vincent character from the movie "Collateral":

You gotta roll with life, make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, shit happens, I Ching, whatever man, you gotta roll with it.


LOL.. I love it; a 3 word contradiction.
I'm glad you enjoy it almost as I do
 
Independence is the recognition of the fact that yours is the responsibility of judgement and nothing can help you escape it- that no substitute can do your thinking, as no pinch hitter can live your life- that the vilest form of self abasement and self destruction is the subordination of your mind, to the mind of another, the acceptance of an authority over your brain, the acceptance of his assertions as facts, his say so as truth, his edicts as middle man between your consciousness and existence.
 
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd.

To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause: there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

Yet the consequence of staying death's hand remains nevertheless, death.
 
Âðelwulf said:
My middle, ring, and little fingers are about two or three milimeters longer on my left hand than on my right.

I think I have way more time on my hands than can be humanly safe.
 
RosaMagika said:
If you want to change something, you first have to know it.
"You can never know all about something, because in trying to learn about it you change it" - quantum physics
 
Did you know you can't lick your elbow?
























//Nine out of ten people who read this will actually try it.. :D
 
When I was young, bullies picked on me and shoved pine combs up my ass. :(
Here was the look on my face.... :eek: DOH!!!!!!!
Fuck I hate Pine trees. :mad:

I should turn that into a japanese poem.
Can't remember what they're called.

Bullies hold me down.
Pine combs sting my ass.
I hate those fucking pine trees.

LOL, damn I'm good!!!
 
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this is reminding me of a modern collection of proverbs or something... hmm... yep, my head's sore now, thank you!
 
moementum7 said:
I should turn that into a japanese poem.
Can't remember what they're called.

Bullies hold me down.
Pine combs sting my ass.
I hate those fucking pine trees.

LOL, damn I'm good!!!

They're called haiku, and you got it wrong. They consist of 5, 7 and 5 syllables, each line respectively; you got 5, 5 and 7.

Haiku at your face
you stick this one up your butt
call in the morning
 
moementum7 said:
When I was young, bullies picked on me and shoved pine combs up my ass. :(
Here was the look on my face.... :eek: DOH!!!!!!!
Fuck I hate Pine trees. :mad:

I should turn that into a japanese poem.
Can't remember what they're called.

Bullies hold me down.
Pine combs sting my ass.
I hate those fucking pine trees.

LOL, damn I'm good!!!


One entry found for haiku.
Main Entry: hai·ku
Pronunciation: 'hI-(")kü
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural haiku
Etymology: Japanese
: an unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines containing usually 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively; also : a poem in this form usually having a seasonal reference -- compare TANKA
 
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