December 2009
31 posts
sshf
from now on less craziness shall be posted here. Insane Questionings will be for my writing, stuff that interests me, random crap. for regular insanity go to The Secret Society of Hidden Furniture. it is a combined blog between myself and flyinglessons for all our strangeness and hidden furniture. enjoy.
19th of May
1536 - Anne Boleyn is beheaded. she was convicted of adultery, treason and incest.
1897 - Oscar Wilde was released from Reading Gaol
1996 - STS-77 (Endeavour 11), launches into orbit
1940 - Amsterdam time becomes MET (Middle European Time)
1928 - 51 frogs enter 1st annual “Frog Jumping Jubilee” (Angel’s Camp, Cal)
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Watch(via simonfilip)
different trailer. shows more. awesome.
before the awakening
when i was young (so, not so long ago) i used to wonder where i was before i was born. before i came into being. because it just seems so impossible that at one point you just didnt exist at all.
my mother used to tell me that before i came into being i was just star dust, floating around in space, sparkling. which of course, is a pretty thought, but seriously confused my curious child-mind.
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Russel Brand
what a sweet little child he is.
max my dinosaur
almost stood on my foot. consequently, he is rather out of favour at the moment. i am ignoring him completely.
winner of the Bunny film making competition →
my (disorginised and only slightly intact) mind
i like to think of my consciousness as a little pterodactyl flying around in my head. or a sparrow. or a duck. anyway, it flits to one thing, and starts to pick it to pieces. however, out of the corner of it’s eye another more shiny object grabs it’s attention. it turns away from the first thing and it swoops off in search of this new prey. it doesn’t really know where the new...
fire and easterly winds
the fire could come, right, and as soon as we get an easterly, yeah, WHOOSH! up everything goes, right, so like, what i’m thinking is we build this huge net, right, that’s fire proof and all that shit, and we place it in front of the town. but the towns still not safe, is it? see, the fire could come from all sides, couldn’t it? so, what we do is like, make this massive bubble...
oh damn you Russel Brand
i wish i had thought up the name “My Booky Wook” first. I’M LAUNCHING A MASSIVE BOYCOTT OF YOU NOW! I HATE YOU!
… ah, how can i hate you? you’re adorable.
“there once was a man called Mike Bowers,
who liked to eat millions of flowers....”
– Elise’s Little Book Of Just About Pretty Much Everything
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it wasn't tasty, but
one day i ate a door lock, to see what it was like, it made me feel all dizzy, i kept on seeing bikes.
the bikes all rode in circles, and up 5 sets of stairs. the people sitting on them, looked a rather lot like bears.
they rode all over London, they rode all over France, they rode all over Mary, getting ready for the dance.
the dance was in a circus, which had a lot of clowns, and lots of...
“a gentleman is one who knows how to play the banjo, but chooses not to.”
– sound advice from the yr 10’s about work experience
Dear Jelly Fish.
thebrightsideofthedarkside:
How do you get rid of something that isn’t there? Of someone that isn’t real?
Maybe its just all in my head?
Dear Jelly Fish, please explain to me what is real and what is not.
i may not be a jelly fish, (being a pasta tree and all) but If it’s not real You can’t hold it in your hand You can’t feel it with your heart And I won’t believe...
when it gets to that point in your life...
i think i might be suffering from boredom. i just tried looking up “photogenic ducks” on google images.
enough said.
ah!
it almost ran me over! it was so fast! like a rocket! or a duck!
oh dear.
i think i just swallowed my goldfish.
whatsisface?
ah! the cake, leticia, the one with face. the french one. with the moustachio. the one i can’t remember the name of. what webbie was he on?
my hair
is an extention of Tim Minchin’s.
i think i'd like to be...
a potato.
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help.
the scary monster fish is oozing out of my cupboard door. the whole of the gap between the doors is clogged with a dark gooey stick, like tar. it slowly squeezes out in dark globs, forming a shiny sticky puddle, pulling various objects into it’s mass. it expands, covering my floor, choking the life out of furniture, oozing up the walls, sucking in my bench, my chair.
it’s going to be...
crouton song
Howard: remember that time we had that soup?
Vince: Haha, yeah
Both: Soup Soup
Tasty Soup Soup
Spicy carrot and corriander
Chilli chowder
Crouton Crouton
Crunch friends in a liquid broth
I am gespatchio Oh!
I am a summer soup Mmmm!
Miso Miso
Fighting in the dojo
Miso Miso
Oriental Prince in the land of soup
jctkrjamsantcfmf!!!
Jesus Christ The Killer Rocks Just Ate My Shoe And Now They’re Coming For My Fingers!!!
holy shit! i forgot to check on Samson and Boris! i hope they’re alright… i haven’t fed them for ages.
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without looking it up
can you tell me what you think they mean?
- Limnophobia
- Mottephobia
- Philophobia
the last is my favourite.
okay. seeing as for some reason comments don’t work:
- Limnophobia is the fear of lakes
- Mottephobia; fear of moths
- Philophobia; fear of being in love
in the name of science
we disected a rat today. to make it better, my teacher decided to attach a camera above it and project it onto the board. which was probably a good idea from the scientific point of view, but not so good from mine. i was maybe one of three who found it too disturbing to watch and we spent the whole lesson looking away from the front of the class.
i know that might sound pathetic, but i just...
serious hat on;
you know what i’ve realised? i actually find it really hard to be serious. unless the situation REALLY calls for it, like say, talking about poverty or about racism or world issues like that, but otherwise, if someone is trying to talk about a serious problem with me i tend to try to make a joke about it. Or, failing that, try to get it over and done with real quick. like pulling a bandaid....