Pretty Graphic actually
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
5000 BC Cave art begins to appear
3000 BC Man dreams of symbols for things, does not know what to put it down on. Uses mud, scratches on trees, etches in stone etc
2000 BC Alphabets evolve
1000 BC Writing is widespread, on papyrus, leaves, silk, bamboo, clay...
500 BC Copying a book helped everyone, including the author.
100 BC The first bibliophiles emerge, along with the first libraries
100 The Chinese invent paper
300 The keeper of the Library of Alexandria receives strange books from many parts of the world. Most of them are copied out onto parchment, and the original volumes are either returned or kept in a smaller tome. A time traveler just passing through all the wonders of the ancient world brings him a package, to give to the librarian. The keeper of the Library looks at the future of books. After the time traveler leaves, he burns the Library down.
700 The Arabs bind together the first books, and become the first to sell them in markets.
900 Anything worth writing down was worth fighting over.
1100 Around the world, people start printing using blocks of wood or other similar material.
1436 Gutenberg bridges the divide between creating intricately crafted blocks of metal, and a thousand words on a single page.
1886 The Berne Convention introduces the world to the concept of Copyright
2007 Amazon debuts the Kindle
xxxx A time traveler picks up a kindle on his backwards trip through history, to donate to a library that dedicatedly collected every book in existence.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The modern times demand the modern Gods. This a effort to rationalize the world in working pantheon of the beasts, that a has the control spread out regarding all humans. To think to the mechanism as something about this nature: these beasts exist about in aether, and influence the chain of the human thought in our proper brain. It consecrated that the time the reflection to the faces for these animals, and to have in superior part with the following list:
The Beast of Luck: Jack Sparrow
This is an independent, maverick of a small fiend who more than what any thing if only keeps to speak on ways to meander outside of the situation. A slip small interim, and will come back and bite it in the ass. Careful as it does not take exactly much for this beast takes the side of some another person, especially your enemy of the arch. Over all, the luck looks out for itself.
The Beast of Fear: Cthulhu
The name of this creature is unpronounceable itself, and is the beast that is of the majority of the influence to each. Because the fear sleeps, or at least, it is in the hibernation in the modern world, where the majority of the things is very safe. So when they send scare brainwaves to one human, the origin of the fear is not known, intangible, and very mysterious. Also, one of the main motivations of the modern times, and the cog in the machinations of the progression of civilisation. ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
The Beast of Love: Jimi Hendrix
Spectacular and passionate, while it is in the lasting state - of the length of which much cannot be said. Moreover, you must be hippie into the heart. Mainly blind to what you are igniting around. Importantly, the infuence of this beast must be murdered innear you, or will conclude in on being the cause of your dead. Death by Hendrix for the win!
The Beast of Big Dick: Rambo
Men have always hung around the campfire indulging in the very gay activity of stroking each other's dicks over who got the biggest kills and who's arrow flew the longest. In the modern world, this happens on-line, where virtual dicks are stroked by random and anonymous people online who congradulate you and give you ego boost because you did something totally cool. Also known as the Beast of the Ego. Smaller cog in the machinations of the progression.
The Beast of Mischief: George Bush
Yes, that is being read right by your eyes, and if you are of the understanding of what is being going on here, you will notice me saying that there is a leetle teensy weensy bit of our own brains talking us in the ever so Bush-voice. There is that tiny bit of us that really want to put our fingers where a finger don't belong. Force it in, turn it around a bit, withdraw it in due time, and enjoy the smell. Everyone hates everyone else because of this.
To create a universe is a process reasonable complicated. Happily, Gods that they make it don't really understands intricate of the operations anymore. During a long passed golden time of the deities, a thousand machines of forging of the universe had been made. More machines had been made then to give maintenance services to the machines, updating of the machines, and so on. Eventually, the civilization of deuses degraded to some type of a pool party of celestial association where a god in the question walked of esquipado on the one machine of vending, for in some options, tweaked some things here and there, and BADABOOM! Behold! for is a complete universe. Now connoseurs of the past, each time had taken much pride that had left with a cosmic cycle. Each universe had a game of the physics, a model for the flow of the time (some of them had not had the time of all), and then micromanaged, and in that were pretty things brimming.
The history of the universe we live inside, were particular bad.
Note: they were not really the machines of vending, more as a cosmic hen that placed an egg when you pulled the right feathers. Definitively more organic of what one object of substances metal-like. No gears that one in. Yeah, in this context, the hen came first, and it did not cross the road.
Our universe. Yeah. Thus you want to know. When the knowledge is yielded it, the possibilities is that you will not have the force to shared. That's the problem. In all the case, nothing goes here. Thus the god, our god, dickhead, was some really hard one drinks for low, and thought that he could create a universe where the life did not have no existence of the business. Everything that wanted was a vacuum of nothingness. Physical Nothingness. No solar planets, no sytems, no stars, pieces and no galaxies. Everything that he really wanted was a really great vacuum of the black color, look fixed in. In his state inebriated, this seemed as a perfect part to reflect the decline of deities.
The universe, then it was nothing but hole. a whole hole, if you please. Problem was that, our god, it tickled his chicken in incorrect way, and cosmic egg which the celestial chicken laid was not actually deprived of entire matter. It had a little remainder. Even god must squint in order to look and sees that was something there at all. Small specks of light, accumalated in the groups. That was one flaw, destroying the contrary case the perfect universe. God it had one good view on it, to the saw where of thing was headed. God let outside small fart, and it went to obtain another drink. Morals of the story that sometimes of existence there such large beings that even their errors is goddamn spectacular.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Close on the heels of letting go of my room, imma letting go of my desk at work. The beasty boy was falling apart, so clay is not great for making things you want to last. The lizard sidekick mutated into a ball of much, and then became death for a while, then splintered into loads of smaller pieces of what can only be called crud. But a small part of the red clay from the lizard was donated to beasty boy's eyes. Ummm... if all that does not make sense, it's OK, dont kill yourself over it... we are basically moving to a new workplace.
Julio: You, multitude of gulls, you know because we' re here? Because don' t you say Vincent man where you you obtained the hidden excrement?
Marvin: It' s on th…
Julio: I don' t remembers askin' you a damn thing! You said?
Rogelio: It' s in the closet.
Rogelio: No, no, the one that is in favor of his kn-you roll.
Julio: Happy we?
Julio: Vincent! Happy we?
Vincent: Yes, happy we.
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Julio: My name's Pitt. And its ass ain' t talkin' its exit of this excrement.
Brett: No, no, as soon as it would want that you knew… It would hardly want that you knew grieved we are that the things obtained so they took for above with us and Mr. Wallace. We never obtained in this thing with best intentions and I…
Julio: I' grieved m, I broke its concentration? I didn' half of t to do that. Please, it continues, you said something on the best intentions. What' s the matter? Oh, finished to him! Well, it allows that it talks back. What Marsellus Wallace seems?
Julio: What country are you? Brett: What? What? Wh -?
Julio: " What" ain't ninguÌ�n I' country; IT SEES heard never speak. They speak English in which?
Julio: Engrish, to motherfucker, speak you it?
Brett: Yes! Yes!
Julio: Then you know what I' m sayin'!
Julio: It describes what Marsellus Wallace seems!
Julio: He says ' what' again. He says ' what' again, I dare, double to audacity you to him to motherfucker, say once again what damn!