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utorak, 20.11.2007.

People are looking the wrong way. The next Buddha isn't going to be a bald boy wearing an orange robe in a secluded monastery in Tibet. He's going to be a 23-year old animal shelter volunteer from St. Petersburg who writes a blog via a 56k modem. The blog will be made of seven lines of html code and will consist only of text and a beige background. It is from there that enlightenment will stem. In cyrillic. He will be killed at the age of 33 on the street by an ultranationalist who will take offense at his "Communist Party" t-shirt. All 42 of his readers will mourn his passing. They will spread his teachings to the world, where they will evolve inevitably to the point where evolution will turn to corruption, and the whole cycle will begin again. It remains to be seen whether my head will end up on a platter.


silly quasifurry art!

legos!

myspace suicide!

Life has immense replay value.

Inzistiranje pojedinaca na poštivanju tajnosti glasovanja unutar kruga poznanika je retardirana relikvija doba kada je nepodobnost odluke vodila reperkusijama. Sama institucija tajnosti glasovanja potiče na toleranciju netrepeljivosti, a o netransparetnosti da ne govorimo.

Strgana mi je kvaka sobnih vrata. Ispala je iz samih vrata, naime. Zanimljivo je primjetiti kako je dio kvake koji je potreban da bi se vrata otvorila ostao na unutrašnoj strani. Pa u slučaju da su vrata zatvorena a kvaka strgana, nitko ne može ući, već moraju čekati da netko izađe. Ultimativno, iako bazirano u stvarnosti, ovo bi trebala biti loša analogija za ljude zatvorenog uma.

Božićne dekoracije su izvješene, što bi me užasno smetalo da izlazim iz sobe. Ali nedavno je izašao Call of Duty 4. Pa ono.

I am terminally uninspired.