I tried a 2-D printer once, and the paper jammed.

So now I just painstakingly re-create my paper copies by hand, like a medieval monk.

i tried using paper, but the edges crumpled

so now i just chisel my commandments into stone, like old testament god

I tried using stone, but it cracked and broke.

Now I just scream everything at passersby, hoping they’ll remember what I said so I can ask them about it when I need it.

I tried shouting things at passersby but they ignored me.

Now I emit allohormones in a gypsobelum that bonds selectively with the recipient’s hemolymph to reconfigure their bursa copulax into a copulatory canal. I can only say one thing, “I want to mate with you,” but really, what else ever needs to be said?

(via kawaiimon)

As usual I have mixed feelings about the MH17 tragedy. I’m almost as appalled by the way the Dutch are gleefully embracing the tragedy “percentage wise it’s like 9-11!” (In terms of population you see, a certain amount of citizens killed in an accidental shooting far away is totally comparable to an attack aimed at you in your own country where many many more people are involved than the dead.) as I am by the whole stupid, needless tragedy itself.

Still, I knew none of the dead and I have trouble separating the event from all the other horrible killings going around (Gaza anyone?)

That said, the Amsterdam municipality took out an ad in a local paper with the following, beautiful words by F. Wibaut:

There’s only one country: Earth,
There’s only one people: Humanity,
There’s only one faith: Love.