fear of (a) average mind

Here is a little tip i just made for getting a translation of a website you can not understand. On this google page you can drag the "1-click translations" buttons from the page to your "Bookmarks Toolbar" to get google to translate a page in just one click.

i just right-clicked on the toolbar and made a new folder, called it "trans" and dragged all the "*** to English" buttons into it. Now any site i get to i don't understand i can just click the trans folder and get a pulldown of all the languages, click the one the page is written in and google translates it, sweet (:

Labels: Firefox tip, google, language

Bit of an advert, but for something nice. My SL friend harpo jedburgh has made a very silly Flying Spaghetti Monster avatar. It has a cool HUD (Heads Up Display) which activate sounds (some sang by harpo himself, he is a cool live singer in SL) and there is, of course, a button the extend His Noodly Appendage.

Links to buy on:
SL Exchange
onrez

In case you don't know who/what FSM is, from Wikipedia:
The religion was founded in 2005 by Bobby Henderson to protest the decision by the Kansas State Board of Education to require the teaching of intelligent design as an alternative to biological evolution.
In an open letter sent to the education board, Henderson professes belief in a supernatural creator called the Flying Spaghetti Monster [Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster website] which resembles spaghetti and meatballs. He furthermore calls for the "Pastafarian" theory of creation to be taught in science classrooms.

i'v been wondering around SL and every time Pastafarian sees Him it brings a smile to their face (as to mine every time i see FSM).


















May you be touched by His Noodly Appendage.

Labels: avatar, Flying Spaghetti Monster, FSM, FSM avatar, Second Life

Mecca, Camden Town Originally uploaded by John Le Fucker.

Born a loser, losing all the way. A no-mark. Somehow i snagged you. From the White hell to the Red air, i suppose i would maybe have the charm to talk a life into loving me. As i look at it i find it strange, i have always looked at me and found no thing, i watch as a die. There is no thing there.

i dig my nails into behind my ear, an overwhelming feeling to rip it off.

Labels: a flame to kill

i wanted to write you a postcard, i wanted to write the most beautiful postcard ever writ between 2 people... but alas, alas, for my impotence, i could not. That is not within me. i wanted to tell you of things from this end, flames of life that licked over me. i have not the power to make you see these things. i wanted it so much.

Being beautiful and poetic have no import to me now.

Labels: you

Your best rebel song will be used in an advert in 30 years.

Labels: future