Ways to stimulate your Brain

Experience the third dimension - properly.
Birds are far more intelligent than their brain size should give them a right to be. Why? A myriad of reasons, and one of them is: Birds fly. We grounded folk live all to frequently in a world reduced to two dimensional plans of places. Rebel. Live in your birthright as a three dimensional creature.

Learn a new language.
Don't be hemmed in by the way your parents talk! Language is the soul of the human race, and divided we are far more diverse. A language is more than just a set of words: it is the life-blood of a culture. The English-speaking world is far more homogenous than it should be for its size. Europe is far less homogenous than it should be, for its size. Learn a language, learn a life.

Change your route.
Shake up this idle brain of yours! Give it a new set of sights and sounds and smells to deal with! Change your route: change the way you get from one place to another. If you drive, walk Or cycle. Maybe roller-blades are more your speed? Or go down that alley, turn left instead of going straight through... take the scenic route to your destination.

Sense something different.
As above, only in one place. Listen to weird music, find pictures of Aurora Polaris, burn incense, eat insects (clean!), feel petals and leaves and the bark of the largest tree you can find.... expand all your senses, for they are the gateway to your mind.

Live

Every day is precious. Every time you get in a car you could crash and die. If that happened to you, would you be satisfied? As you lay dying, what and who would your thoughts turn to? And would you say your life had been worthwhile?

NaNoWriMo!!!

Oh. My. Goodness.
30 Days of Literary Abandon they call it. It's more than that. It's less. It's crazy, it's easy, it's trying to write a book in a month.
It's NaNo!

You never achieve real success unless you like what you are doing.

Stone

Stone is used for permanent buildings, sculpture, walls, and other such things. It can be quarried from hills and mountains, and sometimes flat plains, though less often.

Saltpeter

A powerful food preserver and an explosive, saltpeter would not have been a curiosity to antiquitous civilisations.

Does anyone in the world have evidence against creation? I have seen none. When you argue that the universe was created by an all-powerful supernatural being, it's exceedingly hard to be argued against.

"Sorry, ma'am, but we mishandled your luggage. With fire."

And now that we've put it out, we won't let you take on the plane. Ha!

http://www.cracked.com/article_17575_7-true-stories-that-prove-airlines-hate-you.html

Martha Beck

Then, around 2:00 p.m., I suddenly ate three cupcakes, two cans of Diet Coke, and toast. You know there’s something seriously wrong when you follow up cupcakes with toast.

Pundimania: Actually caring what is said by televised political pundits. Leads to rage, profanity, brain erosion, sleep crime, and the catastrophic failure of all relationships.

Birkenstockholm Syndrome: Spending so much time at meditation retreats that you begin to accept hemp clothing as formal wear.

Recovering Religious Renunciate Rebound Regression (RRRRR): Affects anyone who once gave up large chunks of personality in an attempt to be loved by weird religious definitions of God. Under pressure, the patient snaps back into believing that s/he will be smitten with boils for using the word “damn.”

I am reminded of a time I gave a speech in one of the Carolinas—I don’t remember which Carolina, because I was speaking so often during that period that all 50 states blend together. I was tired and jetlagged, and my speech—how shall I say—sucked, sucked, sucked.

Last week, an emergency vet gave us morphine and bad news (which as far as I’m concerned should always be offered in tandem).

Anyone wanna spend some time here? Alone?

World's best undiscovered comedian. She writes self-help books about North Stars. What a waste.

Opposites

There are many opposites. Hot and cold, top and bottom, left and right. They are the most obvious, of course. There are many more subtle opposites. One I just thought of is running away and suicide. Suicide freezes the life, never to be changed again. Running away cleans the slate (if done "properly") or gives you another one, if your slate is too cluttered to clean.

ABBA

They make such great music. It's full of energy, good to belt out at the top of your voice and dance crazily to. Except the slow songs, duh. But that is obvious, right?

The Twilight series is awesomely awesomely awesome. 'Nuff said.

Sleep

I'm tired. It's time for the most magical process of all to take place in the human body; sleep. A restoration, reverberating beauty, shining with peace. Time to go to bed.

Freedom

None of us are completely free. All of us have someone with power over us. Mother, father, sister, brother, daughter, son, niece, nephew, aunt, uncle, grandparents, teachers, employers, clients, friends, there is always someone with power over us. No one really wants to be utterly free. No one really wants to be completely cut loose. No one really wants that.

It's so much easier to take in than to put out, to experience that to create. I don't know how they do it. Comedians. Rove. Jon Stewart. People like them. They constantly create. I respect them.

Genesis

We still haven't named all the animals. We really should, you know...

Cars

Buy a used car. The most expensive miles on a car are the first 10,000. Let someone else drive those for you. Buying used can save a lot of money considering how little value the car has actually lost.
Exactly. Who buys new cars? Rich people, people who want to look rich, and... well, that's about it.

I like history. Or politics. Or political history. I love to see the reasons why something was done, the reasoning, the way small decisions affect everything... it's beautiful. Even if at the time it was ugly, in hindsight, it is beautiful.

The Truth

I thought it would be quick. 30 minutes for cell stage it took. 2 hours and a bit for creature. ANd it wasn't that fun...
It was so worth it.

Creature Stage

So. Creature is my favourite stage. I almost always do cell first, because it takes minutes and gets you omnivore's special ability (if you want it, which I do). You get to summon a flock of critters to help you attack and befriend. So, so cool. The ultimate.
Why is creature the best? Because in creature stage, you control you, plus your pack. You can zoom in, become one, or just watch your creature from weird/awesome angles.
Now excuse me, I have to go play...

The Kirgles are demanding tribute. I should do some of their missions, it'll shut them up... At some point I need to plant this colony. Is spice being wasted by lacking storage? And who will buy my stuff...
Spore. By the time you get to space age, it's very realistic. There's always something to do: once you've finished everything else, you need to collect spice from your colonies/planets. By the time you've done that, there'll be something else to do, guaranteed. That's why I prefer the creature stage...

Shintolin

Shintolin.

It's a great game. In my opinion, of course. It's set in an era when humanity has only just stopped being a nomadic race. So far it's stone-age-ish, but with the promise of metallurgy to come. Agriculture is going well, and most of the world is at peace. For now...

~ A mistake proves that someone stopped talking long enough to do something. ~
Phoenix Flame

~ He who angers you conquers you. ~

Elizabeth Kenny

Motorcycles

There's something about a motorcycle, I don't know, that entails a certain amount of... freedom. Not like a car, because you live for the sunshine, and the feel of wind through your hair/fingers. You can zip around things, and get off and push or carry if you wish. It's less enclosed, and it's cheaper, for the starving student/artist/et cetera. Now if I could just get over the two-wheeled-easy-to-fall-off thing...
And of course, the whole oh-no-it's-raining-and-I-have-no-roof thing.

Copyright

The first copyright protection lasted just 14 years. Do you know what? I think we should go back to that. (and by "we" I mean the world) Or 15 years, as nice round number. 50 years post-humously? That's an awfully long time! 15 years seems right to me.

May

During all of April, I did not post a single thing. Just drafts. It's my preferred method of posting. Doesn't draw any more attention than necessary... yet.

It's my birthday today! Yay!

Remember this

I am Lady Wisdom, and I live next to Sanity.

And I also am working on the three Bs. They may not end up being Bs, however.

The three Bs

The three Bs are the three types of things you should try to avoid reading or writing at all costs. They are:

1. Banal
2. Blasphemous
3. Belligerent
   

Banal is the opposite of interesting. It is boring to the extreme, pointless, and un-informative. Definitely not worth your while.
Blasphemous is the opposite of informative. It requires more explanation as I've twisted the meaning somewhat. What I mean is not caring what the facts really are, and simply heckling people with insults and accusations of lying. Doing anything to win the arguement generally falls under this
The last one is Belligerent, the opposite of inspirationa. This category is the deliberately annoying, insidous, parasitical stuff, which is actually extremely rare. Most things you would think are Belligerent are actually Banal or Blasphemous. It is the intent that makes this category the worst.
Of course, it doesn't really matter whether something is Banal, Blasphemous or Belligerent; as soon as you identify it as one of these, run. Or rather, stop reading. Actually, stop writing it if that's the case.

The three Is

Everything you read or write should fall under one of the Is:

1. Interesting
2. Informative
3. Inspirational
   

The most basic requirement is that it is entertaining, amusing, or otherwise interesting. Even if there's nothing else useful about it, it can still be worth a read if it's interesting.
The second possibility is that it's informative. Information is always useful. Unless it's disgusting. In which case it shoud be avoided.
Finally, it should be inspirational. There is so little in this world now that is great, anything that rebels against that should be praised.
(Coming soon: the 3 Bs!)

The Dog.

Dusty.
That was the only word to describe this room. I wondered how long it had been like this. As I looked around the room, I noticed something reflecting sunlight on a table near the window. A small mirror sat across the other side of the room, and a small beam of light was shining from it top the table. I walked over to the table and looked down at the mirror.
That was how I was when death found me.
Dying is not the frightening experience people think it will be. I've done it 42 times so far; that had to be the final time however, as dogs only have 43 lives. Maybe now I would be able to rejoin my long dead love, who died his 43rd time several years ago. I walked slowly around the room in spirit form and wondered where I would go from here. But even as I wondered and wandered, I could feel myself being pulled towards a new body.

My spirit form was drawn out the door and down a long hallway toward the living room. I saw my old mangy smelly dog was sitting in the corner licking himself. But that wasn't my destination. Then I headed out into the street where the neighbours were throwing a street party. I saw that the had all brought their dogs out with them. And then I felt myself twisting out out out towards a new body, a new life, a new story.
The End.

Never Catch A Kebab in America

In America, if you ever eat a kebab you will get food poisoning. Definitely. No way around it. Anywhere else in the world it's fine, especially Turkey, but in America a kebab always leads to hours on the toilet. Never catch a kebab in America.

Cottonballs

Most people think that cottonballs are just made of cotton. They are wrong (what a surprise). Another essential ingredient in cottonballs is air.

Escape the room.

Imagine an escape-the-room game. A plain wooden door is what stands between you and freedom. You solve the puzzles, but when a hidden panel swings open, it's not a key; it's a door. When you go down, it's another world. A medieval one. The game transforms into a side-scroller RPG... A dramatic quest to save the kingdom, rescue the princess, and kill the dragon ensues. Crossing lava rivers on trapeezes, arranging ancient stones on tables, and decoding obscure codes all thoroughly fail to distact from that nagging question: What about that key?
Eventually you save everyone. And finally you get to ask the king about the key. The king shrugs; he doesn't know about it. But he comissions the royal locksmith to make a master-key, capable of unlocking any door in the world, and is glad you don't ask for anything harder. So finally, after maybe an hour or two of this game, you get the key, go back to the door, into the room, and look at the door. There is no lock. You twist the handle, and exit.
The door was never locked.

You could have left at any time.

Seed

Create the perfect plant, or a really ugly one, in Seed. Or, even better, think up actual things to say. That would be good. ;)
Sample flowers:

53.2, 0x7e3b1e, 5, 8, 35.8, 0.3, 2.8, 1.4, 27.6, 64.6, 0.3, 2, 0.3, 0.0, 0.1, 0.0, 2.2, 0.1, 0.8, 0.1, 0xa477a2, 0x3c3d48, 6.8, 10.8, 7, 8, 0.8, 0.5

48.9, 0x61896e, 4, 6, 25.4, 0.5, 2.1, 1.2, 60.0, 83.9, 0.1, 3, 0.0, 0.0, 0.0, 0.1, 1.1, 0.0, 0.1, -0.4, 0x755d62, 0x76f1c7, 5.5, 12.9, 10, 16, 1.0, 0.9

100.0, 0x13ac00, 7, 7, 45.5, 0.3, 2.8, 1.5, 37.2, 65.5, 0.0, 2, 0.0, 0.3, 0.2, 0.1, 1.1, -0.1, 0.7, -0.1, 0xf4c8eb, 0xa6a6a6, 7.2, 1.0, 7, 11, 0.0, 0.2

57.8, 0x68905c, 3, 2, 30.0, 0.7, 2.0, 1.1, 30.0, 70.0, 0.7, 3, 0.0, 0.1, 0.1, 0.1, 1.3, -0.1, 0.4, 0.2, 0x644f4f, 0xf6bc96, 5.8, 9.4, 10, 18, 0.7, 0.8

88.9, 0x314c3d, 13, 10, 30.0, 0.5, 1.8, 1.5, 34.7, 70.9, 0.3, 2, 0.5, 0.2, 0.2, 0.0, 1.3, 0.0, -0.1, -0.5, 0xbbad9b, 0x605e5e, 7.5, 8.9, 10, 12, 0.0, 0.4

43.9, 0x4f645a, 4, 7, 29.5, 0.3, 1.5, 1.3, 32.5, 73.8, 0.2, 3, 0.1, 0.0, 0.0, 0.0, 1.1, 0.1, 0.1, -0.1, 0xb07481, 0xf0f0bf, 5.2, 8.1, 8, 12, 0.6, 0.9

57.8, 0x68905c, 3, 2, 32.8, 0.7, 2.0, 1.1, 29.4, 70.0, 0.7, 3, 0.0, 0.1, 0.1, 0.1, 1.3, -0.1, 0.4, 0.2, 0x644f4f, 0xb4b406, 5.8, 9.4, 10, 18, 0.7, 0.8

40.7, 0x61896e, 4, 6, 25.4, 1.0, 2.7, 1.2, 35.0, 83.9, 0.1, 3, 0.0, 0.1, 0.0, 0.1, 1.1, -0.1, 0.1, -0.1, 0x755d62, 0x76f1c7, 9.5, 12.9, 11, 16, 1.5, 1.2

38.3, 0x61896e, 4, 6, 20.0, 1.0, 2.9, 1.2, 35.0, 83.9, 0.0, 1, 0.0, 0.0, 0.3, 0.2, 1.1, -0.2, -0.2, -0.7, 0x755d62, 0x8792bc, 8.2, 16.8, 12, 16, 1.5, 0.9

Things that confuse me

America 2000-2007
George Bush
Evoutionists
Rubix Cubes
Wasjigs
Spendthrifts
Why anyone would want to be normal
Love
Hate
Idiots
Optical illusions

Agony/Joy

Why does everyone call sadness depth? Why do they think happiness has to be less than agony?

$50 million

$50 million:
Value of a hypothetical Blackberry endorsement by Barack Obama

Names, A-Z

Amber Andrew
Benjamin Beatrice
Clara Christopher
Daniella Derick
Edith Eric
Flora Frederick
Georgina Gregory
Hannah Hamish
Imogen Issac
Jemma Jeffery
Katherine Koen
Laura Logan
Moira Matthew
Nicola Nicholas
Olivia Oliver
Pansy Patrick
Quera Quigley
Rebecca Rodney
Stephanie Stephen
Tessa Timothy
Ursula Uorsin
Veronica Verdun
Wilma William
Xexilia Xenon
Yoselin Yerodin
Zoe Zachariah

Eye words

Shards. Dots. Lines. Rings. Patches. Glow. And you thought eyes were blue brown and green!

Unless of course you are one of those un/lucky people blessed/cursed with "haze", "grey-green", "grey-blue", "greeny-bluey-brown" or earth eyes. Earth eyes are, in my mind, those eyes which vary between blue and green and brown, with dots. In case you were wondering.
Other than that, it's mostly self-expanatary:
Shards are angular quadrilaterals(four-sided shapes) which radiate out from the the pupil. The names comes from the fact that they look somewhat like shards of glass or gems.
Dots are dots of a different colour to the rest of the eye, almost always darker.
Lines radiate from the center of the eye, and look like lines. I know, my imagination is rather stunted.
The ring of your eye goes around edge of your iris, and is only notable when it is particularily thick, thin, or colour-other-than-grey.
A patch is a part of the iris a different colour from the rest of it. Like how a patch of fabric is different from the rest of the fabric.
Glow is the most wonderful feature of an eye. It's when the iris looks like it's glowing in the light, but looks like that even in darkness. Stunning.

I agree, I have a very, very strange mind.

Dear Dhar

I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you

Sometime you'll have to give it up
You'll have to change your ways
But until then all I can do
Is wait and hope and warn

One New Year's Night you'll look up
And in the sky you'll see
A perfect portrait of yourself
Looking back at me

I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you

Please try again don't break my heart
You'll do just fine don't worry
Even without trying
You can't help but be a star

Someday you'll look back
You'll see the turning point
Was when you looked at me
Then turned and walked away

I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you

So try again, please change your ways
Or someday you could kill
With friendly words and an icy heart
Be careful one-time friend

Those shadows in the darkness
They prey at the weak of soul
I wouldn't want for you to fall
So join us in our call

I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you

Come home my frozen wolf
My once-and-always friend
Coward maybe but still true
Please do not be afraid

I hoped you would have changed
That you'd got over it
But now I see that I was wrong
There's only one last hope

I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you