"I am not what happened to me; I am what I choose to become."
-- Carl Jung
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What she said. xD
<3
yup.
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LOL; who can blame him :D
shonagon-chan:
JAMES: The truth is it really is not that sexy to do screen kissing or love scenes. You are usually farely embarassed about it, and you’re doing something very intimate in a very public space, and I’m not a porn star… I think it was about as fun to kiss John as it was to kiss Sarah …GARETH: Unlike James, I am a porn star… and I tend to forget I’m acting.
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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 brokenhearted 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 “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral (via enflurane)
This reminds me of one of my favorite moments from Third Rock from the Sun, when Dick gives a euology for a fellow physicist:
“How can we honor the memory of a man like Leonard Hanlon? Well, he was governed by the laws of physics, as are all living things. It is a scientific fact that hearts and clocks slow down as they approach the speed of light, the point at which matter is converted into energy.
“Doctor Hanlon’s heart approached that speed on Friday evening, at 7:57, according to the coroner, converting his matter into energy, into pure white light. Though he is no longer with us, he is all around us.”
-Jess
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Forever reblog this. And I’ve never seen 3rd Rock From The Sun, but I really like that speech, too.
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Although he’s trying to lay down the law to restrict womens’ rights in this area, it’s blatantly obvious Limbaugh doesn’t have the foggiest idea how female contraception works “She’s having so much sex she can’t afford the contraception. She wants you and me and the taxpayers to pay her to have sex. What does that make us? We’re the pimps.” She’s talking about the contraceptive pill potentially saving women’s lives and he’s talking as if it worked the same way condoms do - ONLY to protect against STDs and pregnancy and the more sex you have, the more you use.
Someone should give this idiot a primer - the contraceptive pill is taken daily, whether you are sexually active or not [hell, it’s even been suggested NUNS be allowed to take it] it protects not just against pregnancy but can ease the potentially horrific pain of troublesome periods and endometriosis, it can lessen the chance of a woman developing ovarian cysts, and can reduce the liklehood of developing ovarian cancer by more than half. Protecting against debilitating / life threatening disease = NOT sex. How DARE he call her a slut and a prostitute for stating medically supported FACTS? It’s obvious he didn’t even bother to listen to her, which just goes to show what an arrogant, ill-mannered, bigoted bully he really is.
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WHEN AN ELEPHANT PAINTS BETTER THAN YOU
PLEASE EXCUSE ME WHILE I QUIT LIFE.
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Evening Dress
Jean-Philippe Worth, 1906-1908
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
What a beautiful dress! I’d so wear this.
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”Do Fairies live at the bottom of your garden?
Maybe not anymore but a recent discovery would suggest that they probably did. What appear to be the mummified remains of a fairy have been discovered in the Derbyshire countryside. The 8inch remains complete with wings; skin, teeth and flowing red hair have been examined by anthropologists and forensic experts who can confirm that the body is genuine. X-rays of the ‘fairy’ reveal an anatomically identical skeleton to that of a child. The bones however, are hollow like those of a bird making them particularly light. The puzzling presence of a navel even suggests that the beings reproduce the same as humans despite the absence of reproductive organs.
Is this real??????
Wouldn’t shock me if it was, the legends have to come from somewhere.
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[Flash 10 is required to watch video]I didn’t think it was possible to <3 Emma Stone more than I already did, but this clinched it :-)
The Real Housewives of Disney
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“Yeah, thanks Sherlock, thanks a lot, that is really helping me right now”
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The commentary on this is awesome:
Even worse than a friendzone
I’m getting sick of the term friendzone.
Me too. And, more than that, I’m sick of the people using it.
Women are told almost constantly—by the media, the government, and the overall attitude of society—that our bodies don’t fucking belong to us. The mythical friendzone is just another way for misogynists to enforce that idea while getting to play the victim.
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
^Reblogging for the commentary.
Seriously guys, using the term “friend zone” as a negative is really insulting. As delacroix pointed out, it’s nearly always applied when a girl rejects a guy. It’s like saying that a woman’s friendship is worth nothing, like she is worthless because she’s not having sex with them. Stop vilifying the women who turn you down, and move on.
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