sobota, 30. januar 2010
nedelja, 24. januar 2010
sobota, 23. januar 2010
četrtek, 21. januar 2010
Occam's razor... at its finest...
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"
"You do not understand. Last night we..."
"... honored your dead and the gods who made you both. Xhondo did the same. I had the child, else I would have been with him. All you Westerosi make a shame of loving. There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of darkess." Kojja put her hands between his* legs. "The gods gave you this for a reason too, for... what is your Westerosi word?"
"Fucking," Xhondo offered helpfully.
"Yes, for fucking. For the giving of pleasure and the making of children. There is no shame in that."
"
Quoted from George R. R. Martin's book A Feast for Crows, the fourth book of the saga A Song of Ice and Fire.
It is a part of the story where a captain of a ship is addressing a young Crow of the Night's Watch for feeling shame after breaking his wows (in particular: the part about not keeping a wife and not fathering children) with a girl, during a voyage on this ship.
* I altered this word, exchanging the name of the character that stands here originally for the word "his", in order to avert reavealing too much of the content of the story.
"
"You do not understand. Last night we..."
"... honored your dead and the gods who made you both. Xhondo did the same. I had the child, else I would have been with him. All you Westerosi make a shame of loving. There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of darkess." Kojja put her hands between his* legs. "The gods gave you this for a reason too, for... what is your Westerosi word?"
"Fucking," Xhondo offered helpfully.
"Yes, for fucking. For the giving of pleasure and the making of children. There is no shame in that."
"
Quoted from George R. R. Martin's book A Feast for Crows, the fourth book of the saga A Song of Ice and Fire.
It is a part of the story where a captain of a ship is addressing a young Crow of the Night's Watch for feeling shame after breaking his wows (in particular: the part about not keeping a wife and not fathering children) with a girl, during a voyage on this ship.
* I altered this word, exchanging the name of the character that stands here originally for the word "his", in order to avert reavealing too much of the content of the story.
sreda, 20. januar 2010
nedelja, 17. januar 2010
Insanity Calls
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I have some high-flying plans for the near future. The motive behind 'em is to make some serious money. And by the info I've gathered so far it might just bloody work.
I have some high-flying plans for the near future. The motive behind 'em is to make some serious money. And by the info I've gathered so far it might just bloody work.
nedelja, 10. januar 2010
ponedeljek, 4. januar 2010
Mental Asylum
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I need to move out. Fast. I'm going mad.
I went to bed at midnight. Took me 'till 1am to fall asleep. Then my sweet little brother, which, unlike me, won't have to spend 8 hours at classes and practicals tomorrow, decided he wants to listen to jazz music... at three in the morning. So I woke up. And couldn't fall alseep since. It's around 5:30am now...
It is a rare occasion, me finding jazz music that I consider likable to being with. Buth the shit that started crawling out of the speakers at 3am today, made me want to commit murder. Seriously. It was if the two dudes that were literally poorly jerking off the drums and the saxophone, doing everything in their power to rip my complete nervous system clean out of my body. On top of that, the heating was on full throttle and all the windows were closed, so it was like one billion degrees in the room.
Just when I think man kind can't be more inconsiderate, something happens that makes me take a step back and gaze with astonishment.
I don't even want to imagine how I'm supposed to pay attention, examine patients, take neurology-oriented anamneses and follow classes today, considering I've managed to sleep 2 fucking hours all night.
God I hate people sometimes so fucking much.
I need to move out. Fast. I'm going mad.
I went to bed at midnight. Took me 'till 1am to fall asleep. Then my sweet little brother, which, unlike me, won't have to spend 8 hours at classes and practicals tomorrow, decided he wants to listen to jazz music... at three in the morning. So I woke up. And couldn't fall alseep since. It's around 5:30am now...
It is a rare occasion, me finding jazz music that I consider likable to being with. Buth the shit that started crawling out of the speakers at 3am today, made me want to commit murder. Seriously. It was if the two dudes that were literally poorly jerking off the drums and the saxophone, doing everything in their power to rip my complete nervous system clean out of my body. On top of that, the heating was on full throttle and all the windows were closed, so it was like one billion degrees in the room.
Just when I think man kind can't be more inconsiderate, something happens that makes me take a step back and gaze with astonishment.
I don't even want to imagine how I'm supposed to pay attention, examine patients, take neurology-oriented anamneses and follow classes today, considering I've managed to sleep 2 fucking hours all night.
God I hate people sometimes so fucking much.
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