A wise man
Ramblings of mind designed by mc escher with a colour scheme inspired by death with a love for baking
My Splattered Brain
Kids, back in 2012, your aunt Robin wanted to do something more with her life. So she took her love of guns to an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D and fought alongside the Avengers.
Now, your Uncle Barney and I took it pretty hard; she was getting to spend a lot of time with another billionaire playboy, this guy named Tony Stark. Your Uncle Barney almost went crazy when he found out the guy had a metal suit.
“It shoots fireballs, Ted! He looks like a freakin’ storm trooper!”
Then your uncle Barney decided to fight back.
Hahaha
(via wilwheaton)
As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)
A sweet lesson on patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.This is the kind of story I’d be happy to read every day.
Well, I think I need a tissue
(Source: mishalmoorebloggyblog)
Memory
It is such an unknown quantity, it is mental time travel in you are able to transverse time to your happiest moments, darkest secrets or even to the mundane what u had for breakfast yesterday. All this information stored in connections between our neurons, it is amazing where a neuron connects to another is how the information is stored. However we treat memory as accurate or the most part we say we can remember where we were during major events like 9/11 or at the new millennium but we also remember what we were doing what we wearing who we were with but this false. The brain while very complex and immense calculator but it is not perfect it does give the same answer twice like as if entered in a calculator 2+2 and it gives you 4 but the next time u enter 2+2 it gives you 4.001 while that may not seem like much of a difference but the brain is not purely mathematical it is also emotional, the strongest memory are usually ones with the most powerful emotions. As our brain pulls out this memory and puts it back it not like a filing system when one file goes and out and then back it is unedited but our brain is constantly changing the memory every time and editing it changing ever so slightly that we never notice. We trust it peoples lives we use testimonials in court as evidence. Some people have a much better memory and other shockingly worse.
There is a percentage of me that thinks that the fox has already killed the Rabbit and is just keeping it warm for later.
(Source: realmofmetal)
Forgotten
There are those who move through the world and life unforgettable and memorable and there are people like me who are forgotten in an heart beat, faded memories, names on the tip of the tongue and the strangers in seat next to you.
Come To The Light Side We Have Cookies
Yes i know it is suppose to be the dark side but i have been playing Star Wars The Old Republic a lot as a goodie two shoes Jedi so shut and leave me a alone and accept the joke.
Well on to the post so i made cookies and wanted to share the recipe because i love baking because it makes me happy and rounder but who cares it was easter when i made it so there. Also it always annoys me that so many people cant cook or bake and i want to try and fix that.
This recipe is idiot proof (mostly). The cookies are deliciously simple.
Choc Chip Cookies
Ingredients
- 170 grams of Soft Butter(if mixing by hand have it extra soft)
- 100 grams of Caster Sugar
- 200 grams of Brown Sugar
- 1 Egg
- 190 grams of Sifted Flour
- Choc Chips
Steps
- Preheat oven to 170C
- Place butter and both sugar in a mixing bowl
- Beat till light and fluffy
- Crack egg into the mixture and mix till well combined
- Add the sifted flour and mix till well combined
- Add the choc chip and mix until even spread through the mixture
- Form small balls roughly a couple centimetres in diameter and place onto a lined baking tray
- Place the tray into the oven and bake for 15-20 minutes
- Take out of oven and let cool on wire rack
(ignore the half eaten cookie on the far left i was being quality control)
and voila super easy choc chip that are super delicious.
Try them and enjoy till your heart’s content or filled with cholesterol either way enjoy.
This is a stream directly from my brain read if you want or not
It happens to all of us time to time. we become depressed when the world seems bleak and uninteresting. i feeling one now the daily grind of the routine is striking me ard the constant stream of knowledge amd the need to process it in a way that can be used to define how well you are doing by a few simple criteria. i Am lucky that i have a week of from the daily grind of travelling to and from and sitting there however the need to constantly assess us is still there in the form of project and pitch and presentaton that are due in the week following. It gives only a repite from the ardous journey to and from university that may brighten my spirirt. Yet i want switch one grind to another to alleviate that grind. i want Star Wars The Old Republic the mmo which itself gives you task to perform and many the same and u do the same task many times. But this grind seems to me the better the control, the pace at which i choose and i am not being judge at how i do it they dont even care if i do it . i can just eave the quest i do not have to complete it i can if i want the reward which most often i want and so i do. the rward mechanic in our brains is powerful it most often than not can overcome the dreaded disease that just about every student suffers in the age of the television or so more aptly named the idiot box in which we stare and sit and let the pretty images wash over us and our brain shut down and bask in the artificial glow of the tv the sounds of moving magnet engross us in a world that we wish we could be apart of and escape the hum drum, mundane existence of the 21st century. we sit back and continue the track we ha laid out from here to the horizon we sit in our carts and watch as we move through the land never quite reaching the end of the track at which we sit. we may die along the journey and our bones ill whither to dusk before we reach the end off line where we can see what we have been heading. We hope the world is better than we imagine and that the grand moments will come and that it will have made it worth it but the truth of the matter is that it is not we hope and dream all that we want but unless u get of that track you have been riding your entire life not simply take a turn at a junction you and lay down your own track to lead to where you want to go and not to simply follow in the steps of others
nerds and geeks are the best
while the commoners blare their skrillex and the hipsters playing there unrecognized indie bands i will blaring this nerd for life
The Guild: I’m the One That’s Cool (by geekandsundry)
Inception
I am consider by many to have a good memory and I believe that to be true I can remember a lot of information but not simply pure facts and data but small seemly unimportant moments, small overlooked detail and occasionally people. While some people don’t enjoy the same memory recall as me forget all kind of information but more common in a global world where we meet hundreds and even thousand of people we tend to forget one or two names and faces now and again. I somehow get it less often and so when I meet someone who i remember quite well but they have seem to have forgotten me completely I choose not to remind them of who I am to test what kind of capacities their conscience memory is. It is strange why not reintroduce yourself and catch up with that person I don’t know why I prefer to test people but then I question there unconscious mind who may have guiding them to something familiar and ask for directions. It is strange the mind is split into two one silently guide the other into decisions that are seemingly random to them. It is fascinating that your brain can be making decisions but influenced by your brain like someone whispering in your ear or someone in your brain planting suggestion in your safe(inception sound here)
