A Guy That Summons UFOs
No, really! A TV reporter chose the time and place for this guy to summon a UFO and it happened.
Check it out. And he's doing it with a prayer. I wonder what he says in the prayer that causes the UFOs to appear.
What Star Wars Species Would You Be?
I'm a Droid!
Famous fellow members of my species:
R2-D2, C-3PO
My species' special abilities:
Memory holding, programmability, ability to use various tools and perform an incredible variety of tasks
My species' general role:
Assisting carbon-based lifeforms
Movies my species is in:
Episodes I-VI
What Star Wars species would you be?
Poisoned
Yesterday I ate one of those prepared meals you get to buy in a shop and then heat it up in a microwave. A chicken curry with rice (
piščančji curry z rižem). About 3 hours afterwards I started feeling very tired, 4 hours afterwards I was feeling sick, and 5 hours afterwards I felt like throwing up, only my stomache seems to have forwarded the contents already. Then I made a few visits to the lavatory, fell on my bed and felt quite dizzy. A couple of hours onwards I felt like burning and then I measured my body temperature: 38.3°C. Yes, I ate something terrible. So I went to my doctor this morning. She told me they don't prescribe anything special in such cases and the symptoms should go away in two or three days. I was only advised to take paracetamol to beat the temperature. And so here I am typing this and waiting for my bowels to return to the normal state.
Nigerian Spam
I received an email from Suha Arafat, the wife of recently deceased Yasser Arafat. She wants me to take care of 20 million dollars. This email is just so special I have to put it online, although I'm asked in the email not to. It's just that until now I haven't received an email from anyone I actually know from the media. Only some wifes and children of deceased generals and dictators.
From: suha arafat <suarfsuha@eresmas.com>
To: suarfsuha@eresmas.com
Reply-To: georbel@excite.com
Date: Wed, 25 May 2005 08:29:04 GMT
Subject: Dear Friend
Dear Friend,
This mail may not be surprising to you if you have been following current events in the international media with reference to the Middle East and Palestine in particular. I am Mrs.SUHA ARAFAT, the wife of YASSER ARAFAT, the Palestinian leader who died recently in Paris.
Since his death and even prior to the announcement, I have been thrown into a state of antagonism, confusion,humiliation, frustration and hopelessness by the present leadership of the Palestinian Liberation Organization and the new Prime Minister. I have even been subjected to physical and psychological torture. As a widow that is so traumatized, I have lost confidence with everybody in the country at the moment.
You must have heard over the media reports and the Internet on the discovery of some fund in my husband secret bank account and companies and the allegations of some huge sums of money deposited by my husband in my name of which I have refuses to disclose or give up to the corrupt Palestine Government. In fact the total sum allegedly discovered by the Government so far is in the tune of about $6.5 Billion Dollars. And they are not relenting on their effort to make me poor for life. As you know, the Moslem community has no regards for woman, hence my desire for a foreign assistance.
I have deposited the sum of 20 million dollars with a security firm abroad whose name is withheld for now until we open communication. I shall be grateful if you could receive this fund into your bank account for safe keeping and any Investment opportunity. This arrangement is known to you and my personal Attorney. He might be dealing with you directly for security reasons as the case may be. In view of the above, if you are willing to assist for our mutual benefits, we will have to negotiate on your Percentage share of the $20,000,000 that will be kept in your position for a while and invested in your name for my trust pending when my Daughter, Zahwa, will come off age and take full responsibility of her Family Estate/inheritance.
Please note that this is a golden opportunity that comes once in life time and more so, if you are hornet, I am going to entrust more funds in your care as this is one of the legacy we keep for our children. In case you don't accept please do not let me out to the security and international media as I am giving you this information in total trust and confidence I will greatly appreciate if you accept my proposal in good faith. Please expedite action.
Yours sincerely,
Mrs.Suha Arafat
______________________________________________________________
The above confidential message was sent to you from my office by my secretary seeking for your assistance regarding my clients fund transfer. This Office will be handling anything regarding this fund transfer and all the documents are here in our custody.
All response regarding the above proposal will be address to the below contact information's for immediate processing and transfer after due legal process.
GEOFFREY BELL & ASSOCIATES
(Solicitor & Advocate)
260 Brixton Hill,
London SW2 1HP (UK)
Email:georbel@excite.com
Mss. Anne Frank
Secretary to:
Barrister Geoffrey Bell.
Perseverance
This Saturday I have convinced myself to go jogging on the nearby hill. There I made one circle and was just about thinking I had enough of it, when suddenly a man went past me and asked me if I'm up to for one more lap. I think I overtook him twice before that, and so did he: we didn't rest at the same times, you see. Well, I took the challenge and made two more laps with him. Then I agreed with this man, Igor, to go running once more on Sunday morning, 9 am. I made 3 laps before my left knee went on strike. But this Igor sure is persistent: he said he'll go jogging once more at 6 pm. He started jogging in October and has since been running regularly. He takes pride in every metre he makes, because he's trying to give up smoking, and running makes him feel very good.
Hm, metre has an interesting definition: the length of the path traveled by light in a vacuum in the time interval of 1/299,792,458 of a second.
Need for Speed
Boy, do I have some soul-killing tasks at work. So boring I'm writing this as an excuse not to be working on one such task. The tasks are fairly easy, what makes them boring is the sheer amount of work. Almost repetetive. In the core of things it actually is repetetive, what changes are a few variables. I'm growing tired of coding Windows GUIs. 90% of things I do is just assembling user interfaces. Actual business logic is only about 10%. This is job for informatics guys. I like system programming, low level things, like coding protocols, complicated multithreaded asynchronous things, not damn inventory statistics that can frighten small children. But this shall change, with a bit of luck. Boss already put out an ad for a part-time job. Hopefuly a Computer Science student will show up and take some work away from me. Boss already told me to write a test for candidates so we'll see who best fits the job.
I can hardly wait for vacations. Sunny beach, cold beer, and beautiful gf. ;)
Upload
Wouldn't it be nice to
upload yourself to a computer? No more restrictions of the body. Just a big enough computer and an unlimited electricity supply would do the trick. And a net connection so you can travel a bit. No more sleepyness, sickness, and other weaknesses of the body. You could construct whatever world you'd like. In fact, are you sure you're not a part of such a world already? ;)
Some philosophers would have you believe everything exists because of you and that you are the single most important reason for the existence of what you percieve as reality. In other words, everything that happens is because you wanted it that way. Oh well...
Everything is True
After reading about
John Titor I concluded there is a timeline where I always win at the lottery. Now I know why everything out there is called universe. Because of the unspoken constraint to the single timeline we live in. Perhaps you don't know this, but according to some theory the universe branches at every decision point. In other words, all possible choices are taken in parallel, each in its own universe. Parallel universes. Yes, everyone wins at the lottery. Every one in his/her own universe. I only hope I live in the universe where I win the lottery this weekend. Um. No. That sentence shows a misperception. The correct statement would be: I hope that upon the lottery drawing I'll branch into the universe where I'll win the lottery. Um. No again. Misperception. Of course I'll branch into it. And into all others, too. Damn, now I don't know what to wish for. There will always be one or more of me who will win the lottery. Wishing for me to win the lottery has no meaning, because I will. Until the event is over I'm in the correct timeline(s). And here's where probabilities come into play. It's possible, but highly improbable, that I'll win the lottery in one single universe. It's also 100% probable I'll win the lottery in the multiverse. Yes. I'll become rich the next week. Well, somewhere out there anyway.
