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Ninja skills, laziness makes you create a lot of them

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mayuri12:

cannot hear what you’re saying, could i tell you so?

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 11:01:23 -0400

cannot hear what you’re saying,

could i tell you so?

Why did the Chicken cross the road?

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 10:04:16 -0400

Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North: National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Samuel Beckett: It got tired of waiting.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Albert Camus: The gods had commanded it to cross and recross the road.
Winston Churchill: It was moving into broad sunlit uplands...
Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapiens pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali: The Fish.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Conan Doyle: It is quite a three-pipe problem, Watson.
T. S. Eliot: To examine the wasteland for worms.
Epicurus: For fun.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Richard Feynman: Surely it was joking.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume: Out of custom and habit.
Saddam Hussein: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.
George Mallory: Because it was there.
Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored) reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?
Ronald Reagan: I forget.
John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx: You tell me.
Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Charles Dickens: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, chicken were crossing roads, chicken were staying behind...
Orwell: All roads are crossable by all chicken, but some roads are more crossable than others.
Dostoyevsky: After having killed an old hen, the chicken was wandering deliriously along the empty night streets of St. Petersburg and waiting for the darkness that never came; he crossed Nevsky and after a while found himself in an unfamiliar part of the city.
Ecclesiast: There are times for the chicken to cross roads and there are times to stay at the roadside.
Hamlet: For 'tis better to suffer in the mind the slings and arrows of outrageous road maintenance than to take arms against a sea of oncoming vehicles...
J. R. R. Tolkein: The chicken, sunlight coruscating off its radiant yellow-white coat of feathers, approached the dark, sullen asphalt road and scrutinized it intently with its obsidian-black eyes. Every detail of the thoroughfare leapt into blinding focus: the rough texture of the surface, over which count-less tires had worked their relentless tread through the ages; the innumerable fragments of stone embedded within the lugubrious mass, perhaps quarried from the great pits where the Sons of Man labored not far from here; the dull black asphalt itself, exuding those waves of heat which distort the sight and bring weakness to the body; the other attributes of the great highway too numerous to give name. And then it crossed it.
Dorothy Parker: Travel, trouble, music, art / A kiss, a frock, a rhyme /The chicken never said they fed its heart / But still they pass its time.
Edgar Allan Poe: Never More.

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urbanehood: 090 of 365 - Having a clear sight (by Yogesh...

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 17:01:30 -0400

urbanehood:

090 of 365 - Having a clear sight (by Yogesh Mhatre)

awaiting my syringes in the post. going to read some more edumacational stuffs.

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 19:22:59 -0400

awaiting my syringes in the post.

going to read some more edumacational stuffs.

ahee.

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 18:12:00 -0400

ahee.

Tor Project patches critical flaw in its anonymizing network

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 17:46:22 -0400

Tor Project patches critical flaw in its anonymizing network:

One of the vulnerabilities that makes these attacks possible has been well-known for years. In 2005, Steven Murdoch and George Danezis of Cambridge University’s Computer Laboratory demonstrated a traffic analysis method that could allow attackers to figure out which nodes in the Tor network were being used to relay traffic from a specific site. Since Tor clients randomly select three relay sites at connection as their “guards” for privacy, the guards selected by a client could be used as a fingerprint for the user. That vulnerability, which would allow a malicious website to discover the Tor relays for a specific user, had not yet been addressed, and Clark wrote that traffic analysis attacks “remain as open research problems.

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renaissance-cs: The end. true story.

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 17:04:18 -0400

renaissance-cs:

The end.

true story.

controproducente: the storm is coming (di Tom Kondrat)

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 15:58:18 -0400

controproducente:

the storm is coming (di Tom Kondrat)

relucent: (via Cliff Watching | Design.org)

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 15:55:25 -0400

relucent:

(via Cliff Watching | Design.org)

ledelorean: Look at this and guess what it is (hint—it’s not a...

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 15:43:27 -0400

ledelorean:

Look at this and guess what it is (hint—it’s not a penguin, it’s not a banana peel, and it’s not a flower).

Have you guessed yet? Seriously, guess.

“I want to get that image out,” says Seattle artist Lynn Schirmer. She was sitting in her loft in the Tashiro Kaplan Building the other day, drinking tea. “I want everybody everywhere to know what that shape is.”

That shape is a human clitoris. If what you see when you close your eyes and picture a clitoris is merely a nubby button, then (A) you are normal, and (B) you are wrong. The nubby button is connected to a neck the size of the first joint of your thumb, and stretching from that neck are two arms that flare like a wishbone—arms that can be as long as three-and-a-half inches. The two bulbs that also extend from the center, which make the clitoris look like a penguin, were thought to belong to the vagina until recently. In the 1990s, Australian urologist Helen O’Connell “initiated the mainstream medical profession’s rediscovery” of the clitoris, Schirmer says, “and it took until just a few years ago to see it fully mapped via MRI and other noninvasive imaging technologies.” The result? The discovery that the clitoris has 10 times more erectile tissue than anatomy textbooks or the illustrations at the doctor’s office show.

From In Her Pants, by Jen Graves

vivalasisters: Andrew Eldritch and Patricia Morrison - The...

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 15:31:49 -0400

vivalasisters:

Andrew Eldritch and Patricia Morrison - The Sisters of mercy …………

oh patricia… i’ll have to copy this pose now.

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