Vähän kaikesta ja paljon muustakin. Hektisiä ajatuksia laiskaan tahtiin ja toisinkin päin. Varoitus: Henkisesti keskenkasvuisille, negailijoille ja muille trolleille sopimatonta sisältöä. Onnellisuus ja positiivisuus etusijalla.
Ooh, ihanan väsynyt ja raukea olo, sellainen siitä tulee kun on ollut kädet tatteja täynnä reilun tunnin. Parhaimmista otin jopa kuvia muistoksi, ne voi nähdä mun ihkupihkusta kuvagaltsusta.
Mun lemppari on tietysti "iisoo tatti", siitä piti oikein kaksi kuvaa ottaa ku se on niin uljas ja mahtava, oikein ihannekappale. Kokoluokasta saa hyvän käsityksen myös sen taustalla oleva perus A5-kirjekuori.
Pituutta tatilla on reilut 18cm ja paksuutta sellaset 5,5-6cm. I likes!
Menen kohta sienimetsään. Tai siis oikaistaan nyt heti alkuun, ettei joku saisi väärää käsitystä. Menen siis ihan tavalliseen enkä esim. taikametsään, en siis sellaiseen jossa kasvaa vain sieniä eikä lainkaan puita, ruohoa, sammalta ja muuta vastaavaa kasvillisuutta.
Menen siis metsään ja toivon löytäväni syötäviksi kelpaavia ja elintervikevirastonkin hyväksymiä sienilajein yksilöitä, joita ei madot ole ehtineet nakertaa - vaikka madot eivät ehkä nakerra, joten kerronpa epätietoisuudestani senkin asian suhteen nyt tässä heti, ettei jatkossa tule epäilyjä sanojeni paikkansapitävyydestä.
Toivon siis löytäväni ruuaksi kelpaavia sieniä, joita madot eivät ole ehtineet löytää ennen minua, ja aion poimia niitä (sieniä, en matoja) ja kerätä koriin. Todennäköisesti kyseessä on pieni punottu kori, eikä muovisanko tms. Ilmoitan jälkikäteen, jos korin tilalle tulekin sanko, jotta tarinani olisi mahdollisimman uskottava ja myös totuudenmukainen.
En myöskään mene metsään kävellen, vaan ajan autolla. Enkä siis välttämättä ole itse ratissa, vaan saatan jopa istua pelkääjän paikalla - ja sitähän vain sanotaan pelkääjän paikaksi, eikä se todellakan tarkoita, että siinä istuvan pitäisi aidosti pelätä istumisen ajan tai olla pelkuri muuten.
Tarkennan vielä sen verran, että autoa ei todellakaan ole tarkoitus viedä ihan metsään asti eli jumittaa esim. kahden puun väliin, ei ei ei! Auto on tarkoitus jättää esim. soratielle, jollaiseksi asfalttitie yleensä muuttuu, kun se kääntyy päätieltä sivutieksi ja metsään. Eikä autoa jätetä keskelle tietä, vaan sillai nätisti tienvarteen, että mahdolliset muut alueella liikkuvat autot voisi ohittaa sen naarmuttamatta sitä ja itseään.
Puuh! Olisikohan se asia ollut sitten siinä. Tosin muistattehan, rakkaat lukijat (ettekä nyt ole mulle rakkaita sellaisella tavalla, että haluaisin harrastaa yhtäaikaa kaikkien teidän kanssanne ihan muunlaisia tattileikkejä villisti ja maksusta keskellä kaupunkia), että koska voitte vain ja ainoastaan luottaa sanaani, ette todellisuudessa ikinä tiedä, olinko minä tosiaan sienestämässä tänä iltana.
Jonkun elämä saattaa jopa murtua tämän epätietoisuuden takia ja hän saattaa tuntea tarvetta hakeutua hoitoon, tai - todennäköisemmin - haastaa minut todistamaan, että kävin metsässä ja nimenomaan etsimässä sieniä enkä ollut siellä ihan muiden tattien perään.
*menee metsään*
It is a logical mistake or even a manipulative move to give a person "a choice without choice", as e.g. Dr.* House has shown in one of his dialogues with a colleague:
"So, are you gonna whine about this first and then do what I told you to, or just go and do it right now?"
*(actor, not a real doctor; this note was added just in case somebody has a way too wild imagination; thanks for a good point, gordon-gekko)
Basically, both alternatives include "a choice" of following Dr. House's order, the only actually changing factor is the meaningless whine part. This is a maneuvre hidden behind a logical mistake of having only the choices given. -> "Think outside the box", eh? :)
Another simple question falls into the very same category:
"So, have you quit drinking whiskey first thing in the morning?"
Answer can be only "yes" or "no" with no other comments or explanation.
This is just a manipulation to make person admit that s/he still does start or at least has in the past started her/his morning with a whiskey shot. Even an absolutist will have to "admit" s/he has been drinking in the morning if s/he has to reply strictly "yes" or "no" - that's the trick.
What do we see in lizard's latest blog about a suggestion to "prove something that was told earlier to be true" using a very reliable device such as a lie detector used by a "an ex CIA agent" (very believable indeed) and "just to make sure" to also broadcast the whole process?
It's nothing but a(nother) manipulation aiming to label a person whether she says "yes" or "no" to lizard's "invitation". Accepting an invitation will be a sign of will to do as lizards suggest even though the person being asked does not feel the need to go through the whole process just to prove something irrelevant to a total and obviously twisted no-life stranger.
Having sex with a trusted person in a semi-public place once or twice a year does not equal a desire to step up in front of cameras and prove to the world that it actually happened by taking a test with a device known as only 90% reliable. E.g. a very emotional or excited person might fail the test and even be labeled a liar - for all the wrong reasons.
Declining an invitation has already been implied as a fear of failing the test because of knowing of having to tell the lies as truth. But it is really so that declination equals surrender? Thinking it sure is is actually falling into a hidden trap. Luckily, not all traps are set by professionals, and amateurs thinking of themselves as professionals make the funniest mistakes anyway. There is always a secret choice number 3: not falling into the trap by simply questioning the hidden agenda of the one who mentioned having the doubt in the first place.
Proving is another factor that catches an eye. If there is a doubt, someone will have to prove it wrong, right? Incorrect. The doubt only lives inside the head of the one who doubts something, and because freedom of speech gives people right to questions pretty much anything, anyone can doubt anything and even everything.
I'm sure you've all seen or heard of people saying that "government is watching us through our televisions" or "I don't trust the system". It's their right to doubt things. No need to prove them wrong: it's their world, their beliefs, the right to be a little... cuckoo.
To prove this kind of doubt wrong is a duty of the very same person who has the doubt in the first place. Why? Easy: because it is his or her problem in the first place and nobody else's.
For example, I tell my friend I doubt she actually paid the parking ticket she got last week. So? My friends know she paid it and thus it is unnecessary for her to prove it to me by e.g. showing me the receipt because I might just as well say she has probably forged it.
Is my doubt relevant to my friend? Not really, because she knows the ticket is paid and that's pretty much it. Unless, of course, a friend of mine is insecure in a way that will force her to lose her sleep and/or appetite unless she has found a way to prove to me that my thought of her actions are incorrect.
A sane and stable person would probably question my motive for doubting her words or actions I have no realistic idea about. Then it would be me having to explain why I think she is s liar, and the whole show would be over in no time because the manipulation would be turned right back at me.
Proving something to the whole wide world is something e.g. scientists have to do when their inventions or discoveries are questioned. Ordinary people do not need to prove any details of their lives, especially to strangers - unless, of course, they are e.g. suspected of a serious crime and authorities ask them to prove their innosence. Otherwise, anyone can feel free to doubt anything for their own reasons or no reason at all.
So, if any further questions, please ask.
And lizard creature: good luck with your next try! ;)
Olen saanut lukuisia ihmettelyjä sekä minut että resjudicatan tuntevan henkilön olemassaolosta. En osaa kommentoida väitettä, koska lähipiiriini ei tunne ketään "naisia huoriksi kutsuvaa jumalallista joogaajaa".
Tänä aamuna 1.9.2010 resin mukaan hänelle ilmeni, että lähipiirissään on joogaaja (yllätyikö kukaan?), joka uskoo melko varmasti nähneensä ohimennen vilaukselta nimimerkilläni esiintyvän henkilön. Ajatustenluvun ja
-siirron avulla rejsudicatalle välitettiin fiktiota, joiden perusteella hän näki paremmaksi poistaa bloginsa.
Itse veikkaan huorittelevaa naapuriani resin kaveriksi, vaikka eipä se kauheasti näyttänyt joogasta ikinä kuulleenkaan ainakaan karmansa väristä päätellen, mutta kielenkäytöksensä perusteella näillä kahdella on jotain yhteistä.
Hyvää jatkoa resille ja kiitoksia tuottamastaan ilosta sekä onnea ja menestystä karmansa puhdistamiseen! :)
My master has to participate in a yoga convention and thus hid his blog. Obviously it had way too powerful messages and people were way too narrow-minded to understand the purity of his words. Well, I'm sure his karma will get better after his yoga convention.
So I am a lizard and currently unemployed (of course, I like to think of myself as a very important... creature who serves The Great Yoga Master) so I spend my time rubbing kebab on me and licking my cum off the napkins. Cum-licking was actually an accident at first but I liked the taste so much it's all I do now. Actually it's the very reason I'm unemployed now: I had to quit my job as a matchbox filler and the combustibility testing person at the imaginary factory to have more kebab-rub-on and cum-lick time.
I also love to write about others in a way that dimishes them because it makes me feel powerful and meaningful. I love to use lots of ;) (smiley face winking) when I write in my blog because in reality I'm incapable of smiling. I have had a sour lemon face for so many years I have actually forgotten how to express anything else but dissatisfaction, anger, hatred and envy.
Sometimes (but not always) when I write shitty crap lies about others I slip in some stuff about myself, eg. hating mother subject or wanting to be beautiful and having a pretty cookie (not talking about pastry, if you know what I mean, tee heeh hee). I hate mine (mother, that is, not cookie, but actually cookie too, I hate them both because they look so alike) and her fucked-up cat so I suggest other people hate their mother too. I have also always dreamed about being a beautiful-faced prostitute with a super fine (I love the word) body who wears no clothing at all and has a lot of sex with guys who pay her so I write about that as if it's somebody else's dream or even somebody else's reality.
I think I'm quite smart doing things like that. My doctors disagree but they are stupid anyway. What have they studied, just some stupid chemistry and math and cut up some dead bodies while I have actually cut someone who was still alive, tee hee hee AND I have learned the most important lesson life had to offer me: "Obey Thy Yoga Master". (Not Thigh Master, though I have one too but cannot use it because I am a lizard.) I worship him. He's my God. Actually, he is The God even to the god all those stupid non-yoging suckers believe in. Maybe someday I'll start takins yoga class too. But not now because I still have to dis that D girl.
Now I have read D-girl's blogs but haven't really found anything I could shit about so I guess I once again have just to use my creative imagination. Let's see, public sex - boring, black men with huge cocks - old story... shit. This blank page is obviously mocking me because I'm suffering from writer's block. And now the blank page is laughing at me, out loud!!! It has to be so because I know it can't be the voices in my head, they've been gone for almost a week now!
Maybe I could try suggesting she loves being paid for sex? That's kind of lame but I will try that anyway. For some reasons people have started wondering if my stories are real. I'm sure this D whore has told all her friends (as if she had some, she probably just paid some people, that's it, yeah) to shit and dis me. It can't be because of my writings because they're superior, especially compared to her pathetic unrealistic blogs about having a real life and even going OUT - I mean, I haven't been out my place in a while and I still have a great life because kebab can be ordered in, as well as napkins.
Crap! What is my mother's cat doing here? Did the dragon drag him along?! God I hate those animals, they are probably planning to kill me. Look, there they are, sipping tee as if they were on a date, but I know they're just trying to fool me. Well you won't!!! I'm on to you!!!
Pills. Gotta find the pills. Oh shit, I never got any from the drug store. Speaking of drugs, maybe I should start taking them again. My old friend could get me some. If only I knew how to reach him. Oh, I shall try The Yoga Master's way and send my friend a telepathic message. "Give... me... some... drugs..." That will do it, he'll be here soon with my doze, I'm sure.
Back to the D bitch, the lying mother of all the prostitute-dressing whores who love sex and getting paid for it, especially in public places. Now wait, that was MY ultimate dream! Shit. I'm messed up. I better go and try some yoga now.
o.O
I can't do yoga. I'm a freaking lizard!!! What to do?
Ooh I know, I'll post some dissing lyrics about that whore queen! Check my next blog, it's coming up next!
