Showing posts with label Mirrors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mirrors. Show all posts

Monday, July 27, 2009

Vanity, mirrors and existence


I have mirrors everywhere for feng shui and other sake that has nothing to do with "vanity" per se...

Sometimes when I look at myself taking a shit in the mirror I think I see a more "authentic" self.

Whatever the case might be, I think I mainly need mirrors to make sure I exist here.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Antediluvian

In case you didn't notice, I tend to get slightly OCD about certain words, numbers, images, etc.
an⋅te⋅di⋅lu⋅vi⋅an
1. of or belonging to the period before the Flood. Gen. 7, 8.
2. very old, old-fashioned, or out of date; antiquated; primitive: antediluvian ideas.
–noun
i.e., a person who refuses to wear those godawful jeans that show half of your ass and make people like me lose my appetite.

3. a person who lived before the Flood.
4. a very old or old-fashioned person or thing.

Check out the creepy guy in the shadows.
G'night and goodluck. I want to change my name to Akira. Even though that was a guy in the commercial, at least he didn't have kids telling him his name sounds like a failed car model or a f-ed country somewhere in Central America. Oh well, itsallgood.


My preferred form of life is being asleep, but I must have had too much tea today.

Monday, September 10, 2007

I Want a Nietzsche Family Circus Widget!

One often contradicts an opinion when what is uncongenial is really the tone in which it was conveyed.

Gotta love this ad too:
Life is pietzsche Shirt
A Shirt For Ironic Nihilists, Or Just Fans Of Friedrich Nietzsche


Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

UPDATE: Forgot to add source!



Yet another Breaking News Update!

I love the image at the left and it can be found with some NSFW material over at Zillow Book.

Something about the infinite reflection of mirrors has always intrigued me. When I was a kid I always wondered what it would be like to escape to the tiniest (last one I could see) reflection at the end.