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     Does it dry up&lt;br /&gt;      like a raisin in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;      Or fester like a sore—&lt;br /&gt;      And then run?&lt;br /&gt;      Does it stink like rotten meat?&lt;br /&gt;      Or crust and sugar over—&lt;br /&gt;      like a syrupy sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Maybe it just sags&lt;br /&gt;      like a heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Or does it explode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Langston Hughes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1707743413652519451?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1707743413652519451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1707743413652519451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1707743413652519451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1707743413652519451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2011/11/dream-deferred.html' title='Dream Deferred'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4856109879538879138</id><published>2011-09-11T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T05:12:02.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street map'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlotte&apos;s web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shantaram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>"You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing."</title><content type='html'>‎"I'd lost my closest friends in the same week, and with them I'd lost the mark on the psychic map that says You are here. Personality and personal identity are in some ways like co-ordinates on the street map drawn by our intersecting relationships. We know who we are and we define what we are by references to the people we love and reasons for loving them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Shantaram&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4856109879538879138?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4856109879538879138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4856109879538879138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4856109879538879138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4856109879538879138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-have-been-my-friend-replied.html' title='&quot;You have been my friend,&apos; replied Charlotte. &apos;That in itself is a tremendous thing.&quot;'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-2520650069419545173</id><published>2011-06-05T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T07:00:11.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the corrections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonathan franzen'/><title type='text'>"But insight doesn't necessarily produce self-control. Sometimes you just see your destructiveness more clearly"</title><content type='html'>"And when the event, the big change in your life, is simply an insight--isn't that a strange thing? That absolutely nothing changes except that you see things differently and you're less fearful and less anxious and generally stronger as a result: isn't it amazing that a completely invisible thing in your head can feel realer than anything you've experienced before? You see things more clearly and you KNOW that you're seeing them more clearly. And it comes to you that this is what it means to love life, this is all anybody who talks seriously about God is ever talking about. Moments like this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jonathan Franzen&lt;br /&gt;--The Corrections&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-2520650069419545173?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/2520650069419545173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=2520650069419545173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2520650069419545173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2520650069419545173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2011/06/but-insight-doesnt-necessarily-produce.html' title='&quot;But insight doesn&apos;t necessarily produce self-control. Sometimes you just see your destructiveness more clearly&quot;'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4128866443229413230</id><published>2011-06-05T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T06:33:49.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonathan franzen'/><title type='text'>I said no when I should have said yes</title><content type='html'>"How wrong to have been so negative, how wrong to have been so gloomy, how wrong to have run away from life, how wrong to have said no, again and again, instead of yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Jonathan Franzen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4128866443229413230?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4128866443229413230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4128866443229413230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4128866443229413230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4128866443229413230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-said-no-when-i-should-have-said-yes.html' title='I said no when I should have said yes'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1479318750514230256</id><published>2011-05-08T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:11:45.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lewis Carroll'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"The hurrier I go, the behinder I get."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1479318750514230256?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1479318750514230256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1479318750514230256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1479318750514230256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1479318750514230256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-2528795459257044960</id><published>2011-03-18T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T07:12:12.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S.Lewis'/><title type='text'>Show an affirming flame</title><content type='html'>"Are not lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— C.S. Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-2528795459257044960?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/2528795459257044960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=2528795459257044960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2528795459257044960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2528795459257044960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2011/03/show-affirming-flame.html' title='Show an affirming flame'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5191178557459574877</id><published>2011-01-29T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T07:00:27.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foucault&apos;s pendulum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counterfactual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conditionals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umberto eco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samarkand'/><title type='text'>I am that I am</title><content type='html'>This was our first,remote contact with the Plan.I could easily be somewhere else now if I hadn't been in Belbo's office that day.I could be- who knows?-selling sesame seeds in Samarkand,or editing a series if books in Braille,or heading the First Nantional Bank of Franz Josef Land&lt;br /&gt;Counterfactual conditionals are always true,because the premise is false.But I was there that day,so now I am where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Umberto Eco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5191178557459574877?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5191178557459574877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5191178557459574877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5191178557459574877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5191178557459574877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-that-i-am.html' title='I am that I am'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-2102586347009478975</id><published>2010-12-30T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:15:40.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salman Rushdie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thermodynamic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alan moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watchmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sperm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"Sometimes," she decided to say, "wonderful things happen to me, too."</title><content type='html'>"Thermodynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. &lt;br /&gt;And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...if me, my birth, if that's a thermodynamic miracle... I mean, you could say that about anybody in the world!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Anybody in the world. ..But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget... I forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from the another's vantage point. As if new, it may still take our breath away. Come...dry your eyes. For you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly. Dry your eyes... and let's go home." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Alan Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Watchmen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-2102586347009478975?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/2102586347009478975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=2102586347009478975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2102586347009478975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2102586347009478975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-she-decided-to-say-wonderful.html' title='&quot;Sometimes,&quot; she decided to say, &quot;wonderful things happen to me, too.&quot;'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-7855913719989376956</id><published>2010-11-19T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T02:49:31.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waltz with bashir'/><title type='text'>Nothing’s the way it used to be</title><content type='html'>“Memory is dynamic, it’s alive.  If some details are missing, memory fills in the holes with things that never happened.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Waltz with Bashir&lt;br /&gt;--2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-7855913719989376956?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/7855913719989376956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=7855913719989376956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7855913719989376956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7855913719989376956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothings-way-it-used-to-be.html' title='Nothing’s the way it used to be'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-2768101921536253642</id><published>2010-11-11T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T07:42:58.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cold Tangerines: Celebrating the Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shauna Niequist'/><title type='text'>Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life</title><content type='html'>"I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away. In high school, I was biding my time until I could become the college version of myself, the one my mind could see so clearly. In college, the post-college “adult” person was always looming in front of me, smarter, stronger, more organized. Then the married person, then the person I’d become when we have kids. For twenty years, literally, I have waited to become the thin version of myself, because that’s when life will really begin. &lt;br /&gt;And through all that waiting, here I am. My life is passing, day by day, and I am waiting for it to start. I am waiting for that time, that person, that event when my life will finally begin. &lt;br /&gt;I love movies about “The Big Moment” – the game or the performance or the wedding day or the record deal, the stories that split time with that key event, and everything is reframed, before it and after it, because it has changed everything. I have always wanted this movie-worthy event, something that will change everything and grab me out of this waiting game into the whirlwind in front of me. I cry and cry at these movies, because I am still waiting for my own big moment. I had visions of life as an adventure, a thing to be celebrated and experienced, but all I was doing was going to work and coming home, and that wasn’t what it looked like in the movies. &lt;br /&gt;John Lennon once said, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” For me, life is what was happening while I was busy waiting for my big moment. I was ready for it and believed that the rest of my life would fade into the background, and that my big moment would carry me through life like a lifeboat. &lt;br /&gt;The Big Moment, unfortunately, is an urban myth. Some people have them, in a sense, when they win the Heisman or become the next American Idol. But even that football player or that singer is living a life made up of more than that one moment. Life is a collection of a million, billion moments, tiny little moments and choices, like a handful of luminous, glowing pearl. It takes so much time, and so much work, and those beads and moments are so small, and so much less fabulous and dramatic than the movies. &lt;br /&gt;But this is what I’m finding, in glimpses and flashes: this is it. This is it, in the best possible way. That thing I’m waiting for, that adventure, that move-score-worthy experience unfolding gracefully. This is it. Normal, daily life ticking by on our streets and sidewalks, in our houses and apartments, in our beds and at our dinner tables, in our dreams and prayers and fights and secrets – this pedestrian life is the most precious thing any of use will ever experience." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Shauna Niequist &lt;br /&gt;--Cold Tangerines: Celebrating the Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-2768101921536253642?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/2768101921536253642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=2768101921536253642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2768101921536253642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2768101921536253642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/11/extraordinary-nature-of-everyday-life.html' title='Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1097665729152846388</id><published>2010-11-03T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:29:01.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Z. Danielewski (House of Leaves)'/><title type='text'>Merely this, and nothing more.</title><content type='html'>"For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Mark Z. Danielewski&lt;br /&gt;--House of Leaves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1097665729152846388?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1097665729152846388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1097665729152846388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1097665729152846388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1097665729152846388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/11/merely-this-and-nothing-more.html' title='Merely this, and nothing more.'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1731920772338330320</id><published>2010-11-03T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T07:08:37.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matrix reloaded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weakness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aristotle'/><title type='text'>"Hope is a waking dream"</title><content type='html'>“Hope is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matrix reloaded(2003)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1731920772338330320?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1731920772338330320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1731920772338330320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1731920772338330320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1731920772338330320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/11/hope-is-waking-dream.html' title='&quot;Hope is a waking dream&quot;'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1693818336720102256</id><published>2010-10-24T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:15:00.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audrey niffenegger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time traveler&apos;s wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><title type='text'>The Present</title><content type='html'>"We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Audrey Niffenegger &lt;br /&gt;-- The Time Traveler's Wife)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1693818336720102256?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1693818336720102256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1693818336720102256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1693818336720102256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1693818336720102256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/10/present.html' title='The Present'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-2186114060992340061</id><published>2010-10-10T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:01:10.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='follies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jane austen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride and prejudice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vices'/><title type='text'>Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies</title><content type='html'>"I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever." &lt;br /&gt;— Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-2186114060992340061?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/2186114060992340061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=2186114060992340061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2186114060992340061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2186114060992340061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/10/follies-and-nonsense-whims-and.html' title='Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-8751904122232625937</id><published>2010-10-09T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:04:57.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cassandra clare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst ridden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city of ashes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><title type='text'>"It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are."</title><content type='html'>"I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead." &lt;br /&gt;"Well," said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Cassandra Clare (City of Ashes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-8751904122232625937?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/8751904122232625937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=8751904122232625937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8751904122232625937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8751904122232625937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-takes-courage-to-grow-up-and-become.html' title='&quot;It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.&quot;'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5534857382265725490</id><published>2010-10-02T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:19:55.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lock and key'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah dessen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chromosome'/><title type='text'>Lock and Key</title><content type='html'>"What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. Cora was right- we had many families over time. Our family of origion, the family we created, as well as the gorups you moved thorugh while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them were perfect, and we couldn't expect them to be. You couldn't make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build a world from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Sarah Dessen (Lock and Key)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5534857382265725490?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5534857382265725490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5534857382265725490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5534857382265725490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5534857382265725490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/10/lock-and-key.html' title='Lock and Key'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-676758357417952916</id><published>2010-09-29T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:35:02.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intellectual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george orwell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='european'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='england'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='german'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='france'/><title type='text'>England, your England</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/TKQhaUG-QqI/AAAAAAAAACE/xekhmRdbPuc/s1600/n698070098_2936342_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/TKQhaUG-QqI/AAAAAAAAACE/xekhmRdbPuc/s320/n698070098_2936342_1331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522575779021341346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here are a couple of generalisations about England that would be accepted by almost all observers. One is that the English are not gifted artistically. They are not as musical as the Germans or Italians, painting and sculpture have never flourished in England as they have in France. Another is that, as Europeans go, the English are not intellectual. They have a horror of abstract thought, they feel no need for any philosophy or systematic "world view." Nor is this because they are "practical," as they are so fond of claiming for themselves. One has only to look at their methods of town-planning and water-supply, their obstinate clinging to everything that is out-of-date and a nuisance, a spelling system that defies analysis and a system of weights and measures that is intelligible only to compilers of arithmetic books, to see how little they care about mere efficiency."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--George  Orwell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to UK for my post grad medical training..w00t!!!!w00t!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-676758357417952916?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/676758357417952916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=676758357417952916' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/676758357417952916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/676758357417952916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/09/england-your-england.html' title='England, your England'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/TKQhaUG-QqI/AAAAAAAAACE/xekhmRdbPuc/s72-c/n698070098_2936342_1331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-8735520359274913405</id><published>2010-09-25T05:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T05:11:49.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scientists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adrenaline'/><title type='text'>Change is the only constant</title><content type='html'>"When we say things like "people don't change" it drives scientist crazy because change is literally the only constant in all of science. Energy. Matter. It's always changing, morphing, merging, growing, dying. It's the way people try not to change that's unnatural. The way we cling to what things were instead of letting things be what they are. The way we cling to old memories instead of forming new ones. The way we insist on believing despite every scientific indication that anything in this lifetime is permanent. Change is constant. How we experience change that's up to us. It can feel like death or it can feel like a second chance at life. If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it, it can feel like pure adrenaline. Like at any moment we can have another chance at life. Like at any moment, we can be born all over again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Grey's Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-8735520359274913405?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/8735520359274913405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=8735520359274913405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8735520359274913405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8735520359274913405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/09/change-is-only-constant.html' title='Change is the only constant'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-6264646038248227681</id><published>2010-09-23T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:56:43.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Saunders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurotic'/><title type='text'>Neurotic is what neurotic does</title><content type='html'>"I don't think much new ever happens. Most of us spend our days the same way people spent their days in the year 1000: walking around smiling, trying to earn enough to eat, while neurotically doing these little self-proofs in our head about how much better we are than these other slobs, while simultaneously, in another part of our brain, secretly feeling woefully inadequate to these smarter, more beautiful people." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— George Saunders&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-6264646038248227681?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/6264646038248227681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=6264646038248227681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6264646038248227681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6264646038248227681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/09/neurotic-is-what-neurotic-does.html' title='Neurotic is what neurotic does'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4530221919497618576</id><published>2010-09-19T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:16:23.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pablo neruda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we are many'/><title type='text'>We Are Many</title><content type='html'>Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot settle on a single one.&lt;br /&gt;They are lost to me under the cover of clothing&lt;br /&gt;They have departed for another city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems to be set&lt;br /&gt;to show me off as a man of intelligence,&lt;br /&gt;the fool I keep concealed on my person&lt;br /&gt;takes over my talk and occupies my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other occasions, I am dozing in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of people of some distinction,&lt;br /&gt;and when I summon my courageous self,&lt;br /&gt;a coward completely unknown to me&lt;br /&gt;swaddles my poor skeleton&lt;br /&gt;in a thousand tiny reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a stately home bursts into flames,&lt;br /&gt;instead of the fireman I summon,&lt;br /&gt;an arsonist bursts on the scene,&lt;br /&gt;and he is I. There is nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;What must I do to distinguish myself?&lt;br /&gt;How can I put myself together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the books I read&lt;br /&gt;lionize dazzling hero figures,&lt;br /&gt;brimming with self-assurance.&lt;br /&gt;I die with envy of them;&lt;br /&gt;and, in films where bullets fly on the wind,&lt;br /&gt;I am left in envy of the cowboys,&lt;br /&gt;left admiring even the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I call upon my DASHING BEING,&lt;br /&gt;out comes the same OLD LAZY SELF,&lt;br /&gt;and so I never know just WHO I AM,&lt;br /&gt;nor how many I am, nor WHO WE WILL BE BEING.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be able to touch a bell&lt;br /&gt;and call up my real self, the truly me,&lt;br /&gt;because if I really need my proper self,&lt;br /&gt;I must not allow myself to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am writing, I am far away;&lt;br /&gt;and when I come back, I have already left.&lt;br /&gt;I should like to see if the same thing happens&lt;br /&gt;to other people as it does to me,&lt;br /&gt;to see if as many people are as I am,&lt;br /&gt;and if they seem the same way to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;When this problem has been thoroughly explored,&lt;br /&gt;I am going to school myself so well in things&lt;br /&gt;that, when I try to explain my problems,&lt;br /&gt;I shall speak, not of self, but of geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pablo Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4530221919497618576?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4530221919497618576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4530221919497618576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4530221919497618576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4530221919497618576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-are-many.html' title='We Are Many'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1602764664071598545</id><published>2010-09-19T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:57:31.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='map'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick flynn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>So that’s how we live our lives</title><content type='html'>"Here's a secret: Everyone, if they live long enough, will lose their way at some point. You will lose your way, you will wake up one morning and find yourself lost. This is a hard, simple truth. If it hasn't happened to you yet, consider yourself lucky. When it does, when one day you look around and nothing is recognizable, when you find yourself alone in a dark wood having lost the way, you may find it easier to blame it on someone else -- an errant lover, a missing father, a bad childhood -- or it may be easier to blame the map you were given -- folded too many times, out-of-date, tiny print -- but mostly, if you are honest, you will only be able to blame yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Nick Flynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1602764664071598545?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1602764664071598545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1602764664071598545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1602764664071598545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1602764664071598545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-thats-how-we-live-our-lives.html' title='So that’s how we live our lives'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-2043161494042737812</id><published>2010-09-16T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T05:33:00.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douglas adam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hitch hikers guide to galaxy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant at the end of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concept'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infinite'/><title type='text'>"wow, that's big"</title><content type='html'>"The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy offers this definition of &lt;br /&gt;the word "Infinite". &lt;br /&gt;Infinite: Bigger than the biggest thing ever and then some. &lt;br /&gt;Much bigger than that in fact, really amazingly immense, a &lt;br /&gt;totally stunning size, "wow, that's big", time. Infinity is just so &lt;br /&gt;big that by comparison, bigness itself looks really titchy. &lt;br /&gt;Gigantic multiplied by colossal multiplied by staggeringly &lt;br /&gt;huge is the sort of concept we're trying to get across here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Douglas Adams (The Restaurant at the End of the Universe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-2043161494042737812?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/2043161494042737812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=2043161494042737812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2043161494042737812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2043161494042737812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/09/woah.html' title='&quot;wow, that&apos;s big&quot;'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4603654714864761034</id><published>2010-09-10T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:25:52.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desmond morris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satisfaction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investigating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survival'/><title type='text'>It's a question of survival</title><content type='html'>"We never stop investigating. We are never satisfied that we know enough to get by. Every question we answer leads on to another question. This has become the greatest survival trick of our species." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond Morris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4603654714864761034?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4603654714864761034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4603654714864761034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4603654714864761034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4603654714864761034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-question-of-survival.html' title='It&apos;s a question of survival'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-6935497523371288075</id><published>2010-07-30T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T03:18:55.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;ve got mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><title type='text'>choose your coffee and define yourself</title><content type='html'>“The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee.  Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc.  So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are, can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self - Tall - Decaf - Cappuccino.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---You've Got Mail&lt;br /&gt;--1998&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-6935497523371288075?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/6935497523371288075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=6935497523371288075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6935497523371288075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6935497523371288075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/07/choose-your-coffee-and-define-yourself.html' title='choose your coffee and define yourself'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-500023050909524023</id><published>2010-07-08T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:16:12.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anne frank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gandhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='millions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Men Who Stare at Goats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school teacher'/><title type='text'>The Men Who Stare at Goats</title><content type='html'>“Your life is like a river. If you’re aiming for a goal that isn't your destiny, you will always be swimming against the current. Young Gandhi wants to be a stock car racer? Not gonna happen.  Little Anne Frank wants to be a high school teacher? Tough Anne. That's not your destiny. But you will go on to move the hearts and minds of millions.  Find out what your destiny is and the river will carry you. Sometimes events in life give an individual clues as to where their destiny lies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The Men Who Stare at Goats&lt;br /&gt;--2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-500023050909524023?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/500023050909524023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=500023050909524023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/500023050909524023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/500023050909524023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/07/men-who-stare-at-goats.html' title='The Men Who Stare at Goats'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5841654630512385261</id><published>2010-06-10T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:46:39.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dennis potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disinterested'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canopy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irrational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='system'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing detective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impersonal'/><title type='text'>There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed</title><content type='html'>The rain, it falls. The sun, it shines. The wind blows. And that’s what it’s like. You’re buffeted by this, by that, and it is nothing to do with you. Someone you love dies, or leaves. You get ill or you get better. You grow old and you remember, or you forget. And all the time, everywhere, there is this canopy stretching over you.&lt;br /&gt;What canopy?&lt;br /&gt;Things-as-they-are. Fate. Fate. Impersonal. Irrational. Disinterested. The rain falls. The sun shines. The wind blows. A bus mounts a pavement and kills a child. ...&lt;br /&gt;I believe in no systems, no ideologies, no religion, nothing like that. I simply think – Oh, it’s very very boring, this. Very – I just think that from time to time, and at random, you are visited by what you cannot know cannot predict cannot control cannot change cannot understand and cannot cannot cannot escape – Fate. Why not? ‘S good old word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The Singing Detective&lt;br /&gt;--Dennis Potter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5841654630512385261?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5841654630512385261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5841654630512385261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5841654630512385261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5841654630512385261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-is-no-such-thing-as-accident-it.html' title='There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4761069253393567648</id><published>2010-06-05T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:33:35.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valuable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.E.Cummings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>Person in light of own individuality</title><content type='html'>“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--E.E.Cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4761069253393567648?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4761069253393567648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4761069253393567648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4761069253393567648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4761069253393567648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/06/person-in-light-of-own-individuality.html' title='Person in light of own individuality'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-295036354236890909</id><published>2010-05-03T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:26:06.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belonging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zadie smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthplace'/><title type='text'>"....And I still ain't got a passport. "</title><content type='html'>"Then you begin to give up the very idea of belonging. Suddenly this thing, this belonging,it seems like some long, dirty lie ... and I begin to believe that birthplaces are accidents, that everything is an accident. But if you believe that, where do you go? What do you do? What does anything matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Zadie Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-295036354236890909?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/295036354236890909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=295036354236890909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/295036354236890909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/295036354236890909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-still-aint-got-passport.html' title='&quot;....And I still ain&apos;t got a passport. &quot;'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5387352300778661418</id><published>2010-04-14T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T05:05:11.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='castle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Dreamin' a happy dream</title><content type='html'>"At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5387352300778661418?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5387352300778661418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5387352300778661418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5387352300778661418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5387352300778661418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreamin-happy-dream.html' title='Dreamin&apos; a happy dream'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-228100265539124517</id><published>2010-04-14T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T05:02:37.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>"Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-228100265539124517?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/228100265539124517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=228100265539124517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/228100265539124517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/228100265539124517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/04/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1223613722133021207</id><published>2010-04-02T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:21:24.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salman Rushdie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight&apos;s Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessimist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaos'/><title type='text'>In fate or in chaos?</title><content type='html'>"Unless, of course, there's no such thing as chance;...in which case, we should either-optimistically-get up and cheer, because if everything is planned in advance, then we all have a meaning and are spared the terror of knowing ourselves to be random, without a why; or else, of course, we might-as pessimists-give up right here and now, understanding the futility of thought decision action, since nothing we think makes any difference anyway, things will be as they will. Where, then, is optimism? In fate or in chaos?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Salman Rushdie (Midnight's Children)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1223613722133021207?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1223613722133021207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1223613722133021207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1223613722133021207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1223613722133021207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-fate-or-in-chaos.html' title='In fate or in chaos?'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-2016849291447961830</id><published>2010-04-02T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:19:27.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight&apos;s Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='—Salman Rushdie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affect'/><title type='text'>I am,therefore,I am</title><content type='html'>"I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I'm gone which would not have happened if I had not come." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Salman Rushdie (Midnight's Children)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-2016849291447961830?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/2016849291447961830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=2016849291447961830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2016849291447961830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2016849291447961830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-amthereforei-am.html' title='I am,therefore,I am'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3517881173446566170</id><published>2010-03-27T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T03:47:58.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret Life of Bees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different'/><title type='text'>The secret life of bees</title><content type='html'>“People can start out one way and by the time life gets through with them, they end up completely different.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Life of Bees (2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3517881173446566170?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3517881173446566170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3517881173446566170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3517881173446566170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3517881173446566170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/03/secret-life-of-bees.html' title='The secret life of bees'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3824413318465172566</id><published>2010-03-12T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:56:41.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crimes and misdemeanors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonizing'/><title type='text'>Sum of our choices</title><content type='html'>“We're all faced throughout our lives with agonizing decisions, moral choices. Some are on a grand scale, most of these choices are on lesser points.  But we define ourselves by the choices we have made.We are in fact the sum total of our choices.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-crimes and misdemeanors(1989)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3824413318465172566?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3824413318465172566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3824413318465172566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3824413318465172566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3824413318465172566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/03/sum-of-our-choices.html' title='Sum of our choices'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-8518288157979711052</id><published>2010-02-22T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:07:47.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance dance dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picasso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pacman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downhill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ripples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='composers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haruki murakami'/><title type='text'>Over the hill</title><content type='html'>Humans achieve their peak in different ways. But whoever you are, once you’re over the summit, it’s downhill all the way. Nothing anyone can do about it. And the worst of it is, you never know where that peak is. You think you’re still going strong, when suddenly you’ve crossed the great divide. No one can tell. Some people peak at twelve, then lead rather uneventful lives from then on. Some carry on until they die; some die at their peak. Poets and composers have lived like furies, pushing themselves to such a pitch they’re gone by thirty. Then there are those like Picasso, who kept breaking ground until well past eighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about me?&lt;br /&gt;My peak? &lt;br /&gt;Would I even have one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. Some rises and falls. But that’s it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I’d loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruki Murakami, &lt;br /&gt;--Dance Dance Dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-8518288157979711052?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/8518288157979711052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=8518288157979711052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8518288157979711052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8518288157979711052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2010/02/over-hill.html' title='Over the hill'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-6095842898233984264</id><published>2009-09-30T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T04:47:38.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gene Pitney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosebud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>"On any given day, something claims our attention [literally "grabs our hearts": kokoro o toraeru] Anything at all, inconsequential things. A rosebud, a misplaced hat, that sweater we liked as a child, an old Gene Pitney record. A parade of trivia with no place to go. Things that bump around in our consciousness for two or three days then go back to wherever they came from... to darkness. We've got all these wells dug in our hearts. While above the wells, birds flit back and forth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Haruki Murakami &lt;br /&gt;--Pinball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-6095842898233984264?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/6095842898233984264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=6095842898233984264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6095842898233984264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6095842898233984264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/09/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1738321164685054972</id><published>2009-08-13T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:09:48.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoke gets in your eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brightness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fascination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e.e. cummings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apparition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it is at moments after i have dreamed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peculiar'/><title type='text'>it is at moments after i have dreamed</title><content type='html'>it is at moments after i have dreamed&lt;br /&gt;of the rare entertainment of your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;&lt;br /&gt;at moments when the glassy darkness holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the genuine apparition of your smile&lt;br /&gt;(it was through tears always)and silence moulds&lt;br /&gt;such strangeness as was mine a little while;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments when my once more illustrious arms&lt;br /&gt;are filled with fascination, when my breast&lt;br /&gt;wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one pierced moment whiter than the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep&lt;br /&gt;i watch the roses of the day grow deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---e.e. cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1738321164685054972?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1738321164685054972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1738321164685054972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1738321164685054972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1738321164685054972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-at-moments-after-i-have-dreamed.html' title='it is at moments after i have dreamed'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1631392281268564808</id><published>2009-08-11T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:01:55.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brutal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rheumatism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L. Ron Hubbard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livinf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temple'/><title type='text'>Livin' la vida loca</title><content type='html'>“There is only one way, really, to get into a state of living, and that's live! There is no substitute for an all-out, over-the-ramparts, howling charge against life. That's living. Living does not consist of sitting in a temple in the shadows and getting rheumatism from the cold stones. Living is hot, it's fast, it's often brutal! It has a terrific gamut of emotional reactions. &lt;br /&gt;If you are really willing to live, you first have to be willing to do anything that consists of living. Weird. But it's one of those awfully true things that you wonder why one has to say it. And yet it has to be said.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--L. Ron Hubbard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1631392281268564808?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1631392281268564808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1631392281268564808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1631392281268564808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1631392281268564808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/08/livin-la-vida-loca.html' title='Livin&apos; la vida loca'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-390325252414365652</id><published>2009-08-06T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T04:37:15.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the legend of bagger vance(1997)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='species'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Home sapiens</title><content type='html'>You're an interesting species, an interesting mix.  You're capable of such beautiful dreams and such horrible nightmares.  You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not.  See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---the legend of bagger vance(1997)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-390325252414365652?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/390325252414365652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=390325252414365652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/390325252414365652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/390325252414365652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-sapiens.html' title='Home sapiens'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-856705389591865882</id><published>2009-07-10T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:57:04.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mighty Aphrodite (1995)'/><title type='text'>Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana</title><content type='html'>“Certain thoughts are better left unthunk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Mighty Aphrodite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-856705389591865882?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/856705389591865882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=856705389591865882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/856705389591865882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/856705389591865882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/07/nah-nah-nah-nana.html' title='Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3376704329928987152</id><published>2009-06-29T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:49:32.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Now and Then(1995)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>Now and Then</title><content type='html'>“As we grow older, it becomes difficult to just believe. It's not that we don't want to, but too much has happened and we can't.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3376704329928987152?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3376704329928987152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3376704329928987152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3376704329928987152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3376704329928987152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-and-then.html' title='Now and Then'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1480155148102771255</id><published>2009-06-18T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T05:32:21.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invincible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albert camus'/><title type='text'>of eternal sunshine and ice candies</title><content type='html'>In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1480155148102771255?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1480155148102771255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1480155148102771255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1480155148102771255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1480155148102771255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-eternal-sunshine-and-ice-candies.html' title='of eternal sunshine and ice candies'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-220927565143623725</id><published>2009-06-17T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:19:01.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecce Homo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friedrich Nietzsche'/><title type='text'>Behold the Man</title><content type='html'>Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-220927565143623725?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/220927565143623725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=220927565143623725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/220927565143623725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/220927565143623725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/06/behold-man.html' title='Behold the Man'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-438092176661502575</id><published>2009-06-08T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:06:45.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimism'/><title type='text'>Best case scenario</title><content type='html'>Sometimes its important to calm your self down with sheer optimism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-438092176661502575?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/438092176661502575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=438092176661502575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/438092176661502575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/438092176661502575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-case-scenario.html' title='Best case scenario'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5268648463801457163</id><published>2009-05-14T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:03:25.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judge'/><title type='text'>judgement is relative</title><content type='html'>People judge you by what you have done,and you judge yourself by what you can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5268648463801457163?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5268648463801457163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5268648463801457163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5268648463801457163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5268648463801457163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/05/judgement-is-relative.html' title='judgement is relative'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-7361659124686830800</id><published>2009-04-24T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:49:02.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unforgetable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unreachable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irreversible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unspeakable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diego marchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Aye or Nay</title><content type='html'>"In life we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream and an unforgetable love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Diego Marchi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-7361659124686830800?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/7361659124686830800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=7361659124686830800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7361659124686830800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7361659124686830800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/04/aye-or-nay.html' title='Aye or Nay'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-6919792331511399338</id><published>2009-04-21T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:13:58.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gary jules'/><title type='text'>Gary Jules-mad world</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtpY5_HASM8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtpY5_HASM8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-6919792331511399338?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/6919792331511399338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=6919792331511399338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6919792331511399338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6919792331511399338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/04/gary-jules-mad-world.html' title='Gary Jules-mad world'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4598484918413375781</id><published>2009-04-17T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T04:07:42.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfulfilled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vivky cristina barcelona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>“Only unfulfilled love can be romantic.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4598484918413375781?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4598484918413375781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4598484918413375781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4598484918413375781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4598484918413375781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5453004140722868692</id><published>2009-03-23T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T04:44:57.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stranger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life after god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douglas coupland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resonance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mullard ducks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><title type='text'>Small moments</title><content type='html'>My mind then wandered. I thought of this: I thought of how every day each of us experiences a few little moments that have just a bit more resonance than other moments – we hear a word that sticks in our mind – or maybe we have a small experience that pulls us out of ourselves, if only briefly – we share a hotel elevator with a bride in her veils, say, or a stranger gives us a piece of bread to feed the mallard ducks in the lagoon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we were to collect these small moments in a notebook and save them over a period of months we could see certain trends emerge from our collection – certain voices would emerge that have been trying to speak through us. We would realise that we have been having another life altogether, one we didn’t even know was going on inside us. And maybe this other life is more important than the one we think of as being real – this clunky day-to-day world of furniture and noise and metal. So just maybe it is these small silent moments which are the true story making events of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Douglas Coupland,&lt;br /&gt;Life After God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5453004140722868692?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5453004140722868692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5453004140722868692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5453004140722868692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5453004140722868692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-moments.html' title='Small moments'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-187171908970348895</id><published>2009-03-12T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:05:45.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark interior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='map'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donald justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='continent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shore'/><title type='text'>A map of love</title><content type='html'>Your face more than others' faces&lt;br /&gt;Maps the half-remembered places&lt;br /&gt;I have come to while I slept—&lt;br /&gt;Continents a dream had kept&lt;br /&gt;Secret from all waking folk&lt;br /&gt;Till to your face I awoke,&lt;br /&gt;And remembered then the shore,&lt;br /&gt;And the dark interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Donald Justice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-187171908970348895?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-7004590135215407304</id><published>2009-03-06T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:47:48.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicos Kazantzakas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bow'/><title type='text'>Choose one</title><content type='html'>There are three kinds of souls and three kinds of prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am a bow in your hands,Lord.Draw me lest I rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Do not overdraw me ,Lord.I shall break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Overdraw me,Lord.Who cares if I break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-7004590135215407304?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/7004590135215407304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=7004590135215407304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7004590135215407304'/><link rel='self' 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term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='After Dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evening edition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap of paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haruki murakami'/><title type='text'>Stayin' alive</title><content type='html'>"You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. The fire isn't thinking 'Oh, this is Kant,' or 'Oh, this is the Yomiuri evening edition,' or 'Nice tits,' while it burns. To the fire, they're nothing but scraps of paper. It's the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there's no distinction--they're all just fuel." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Haruki Murakami&lt;br /&gt;(After Dark)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-2579626251673807869?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/2579626251673807869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=2579626251673807869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2579626251673807869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2579626251673807869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/03/stayin-alive.html' title='Stayin&apos; alive'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3747595007414501418</id><published>2009-03-02T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:04:11.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symbolic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphysical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand.storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feel so different'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='direction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='same'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ominous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kafka on the Shore)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razor blades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haruki murakami'/><title type='text'>Dealing with your lot</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Haruki Murakami&lt;br /&gt;(Kafka on the Shore)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3747595007414501418?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3747595007414501418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3747595007414501418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3747595007414501418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3747595007414501418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/03/dealing-with-your-lot.html' title='Dealing with your lot'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3706341382874521130</id><published>2009-02-23T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:25:26.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Bernard Shaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skeleton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rid'/><title type='text'>Own it! :)</title><content type='html'>"If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you might as well make it dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---George Bernard Shaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3706341382874521130?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3706341382874521130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3706341382874521130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3706341382874521130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3706341382874521130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/own-it.html' title='Own it! :)'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4912542234866027186</id><published>2009-02-23T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:40:12.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lennon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>So true!</title><content type='html'>“Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--John Lennon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4912542234866027186?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4912542234866027186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4912542234866027186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4912542234866027186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4912542234866027186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-true.html' title='So true!'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1132033718673148178</id><published>2009-02-20T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:43:31.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How Soon is Now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><title type='text'>The Smiths - How Soon is Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0ZMD95of40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0ZMD95of40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1132033718673148178?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1132033718673148178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1132033718673148178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1132033718673148178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1132033718673148178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/smiths-how-soon-is-now.html' title='The Smiths - How Soon is Now?'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3728020751718857905</id><published>2009-02-20T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:52:23.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lubbock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butch hancock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><title type='text'>Damned if you do,damned if you don't</title><content type='html'>Life in Lubbock, Texas taught me two things. One is that God loves you and you're going to burn in hell. The other is that sex is the most awful, dirty thing on the face of the earth and you should save it for someone you love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Butch Hancock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3728020751718857905?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3728020751718857905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3728020751718857905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3728020751718857905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3728020751718857905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/damned-if-you-do-itdamned-if-you-dont.html' title='Damned if you do,damned if you don&apos;t'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-8401007480312076718</id><published>2009-02-16T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:03:34.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flicka'/><title type='text'>Drama that is your life</title><content type='html'>“I think everyone writes a story in their head that eventually becomes their life.  If you don’t write it for yourself then someone else is going to write it for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Flicka(2006)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-8401007480312076718?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/8401007480312076718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=8401007480312076718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8401007480312076718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8401007480312076718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/drama-that-is-your-life.html' title='Drama that is your life'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3546083539231991987</id><published>2009-02-15T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:22:40.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dangerous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afraid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jim morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Feel the pain</title><content type='html'>"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jim Morrison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3546083539231991987?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3546083539231991987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3546083539231991987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3546083539231991987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3546083539231991987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/feel-pain.html' title='Feel the pain'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-7640031599206997823</id><published>2009-02-15T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:16:57.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='william james'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret motive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endure'/><title type='text'>Happiness and such</title><content type='html'>"How to gain, how to keep, how to recover happiness is in fact for most men at all times the secret motive of all they do, and of all they are willing to endure." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- William James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-7640031599206997823?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/7640031599206997823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=7640031599206997823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7640031599206997823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7640031599206997823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/happiness-and-such.html' title='Happiness and such'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4843124745703388680</id><published>2009-02-13T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:58:17.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douglas adam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circumstances'/><title type='text'>Don't Panic!</title><content type='html'>“What to do if you find yourself stuck in a crack in the ground underneath a giant boulder you can't move, with no hope of rescue. Consider how lucky you are that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your current circumstances seems more likely, consider how lucky you are that it won't be troubling you much longer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Douglas Adams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4843124745703388680?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4843124745703388680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4843124745703388680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4843124745703388680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4843124745703388680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-panic.html' title='Don&apos;t Panic!'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-966154880044361849</id><published>2009-02-13T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:45:41.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reluctance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert frost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katherine Mansfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart of darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Reluctance by Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>Ah, when to the heart of man &lt;br /&gt;   Was it ever less than a treason &lt;br /&gt;To go with the drift of things, &lt;br /&gt;   To yield with a grace to reason, &lt;br /&gt;And bow and accept the end &lt;br /&gt;   Of a love or a season? &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Robert Frost, Reluctance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-966154880044361849?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/966154880044361849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=966154880044361849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/966154880044361849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/966154880044361849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/reluctance-by-robert-frost.html' title='Reluctance by Robert Frost'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-2711006045137415273</id><published>2009-02-11T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:22:46.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart of darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><title type='text'>"It is terrible to desire and not possess"</title><content type='html'>"When you long with all your heart for someone to love you, a madness grows there that shakes all sense from the trees and the water and the earth. And nothing lives for you, except the long deep bitter want. And this is what everyone feels from birth to death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Denton Welch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-2711006045137415273?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/2711006045137415273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=2711006045137415273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2711006045137415273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2711006045137415273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-terrible-to-desire-and-not.html' title='&quot;It is terrible to desire and not possess&quot;'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5719138151154010767</id><published>2009-02-11T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:12:58.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disturbia'/><title type='text'>Rihanna- Disturbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRcCcbPm4Qg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRcCcbPm4Qg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5719138151154010767?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5719138151154010767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5719138151154010767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5719138151154010767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5719138151154010767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/rihanna-disturbia.html' title='Rihanna- Disturbia'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5491932760198263041</id><published>2009-02-10T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:32:23.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship.search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fulfillment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polygamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom robbins'/><title type='text'>Nobody can hurt me without my permission</title><content type='html'>“When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Tom Robbins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5491932760198263041?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5491932760198263041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5491932760198263041' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5491932760198263041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5491932760198263041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/nobody-can-hurt-me-without-my.html' title='Nobody can hurt me without my permission'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-2159696916085985965</id><published>2009-02-07T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:24:18.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wind up bird chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theodore Isaac Rubin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>On Being Human</title><content type='html'>“I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; --Theodore Isaac Rubin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-2159696916085985965?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/2159696916085985965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=2159696916085985965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2159696916085985965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2159696916085985965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-human.html' title='On Being Human'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-7780347461417611926</id><published>2009-02-07T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:20:47.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flipping out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian bale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='err'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><title type='text'>Unsuitable for babies!</title><content type='html'>My Christian Bale flips out big time.After all,to err is human:)&lt;br /&gt;Here is a remixed version of his rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTihsJQHt48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTihsJQHt48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-7780347461417611926?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/7780347461417611926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=7780347461417611926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7780347461417611926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7780347461417611926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/unsuitable-for-babies.html' title='Unsuitable for babies!'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3149108280225987453</id><published>2009-02-04T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:40:42.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.E. Housman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><title type='text'>count your blessings :)</title><content type='html'>Little is the luck I've had, &lt;br /&gt;   And oh, 'tis comfort small &lt;br /&gt;To think that many another lad &lt;br /&gt;   Has had no luck at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.E. Housman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3149108280225987453?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3149108280225987453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3149108280225987453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3149108280225987453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3149108280225987453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/02/count-your-blessings.html' title='count your blessings :)'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5351202918040093623</id><published>2009-01-22T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:25:54.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring neck dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malibu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='63'/><title type='text'>To thine own self be true</title><content type='html'>"Nobody wants to look like an idiot.And if I am ignorant,I'll just nod my empty head like a spring neck dog in back window of '63 malibu.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I would hate for you to think my mouth is tied to nothing and my brain has gone to sleep.I'd hate for you to find out that I am not cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5351202918040093623?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5351202918040093623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5351202918040093623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5351202918040093623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5351202918040093623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-thine-own-self-be-true_22.html' title='To thine own self be true'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5488056214479173421</id><published>2009-01-22T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:22:40.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unknown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee house'/><title type='text'>Know thyself</title><content type='html'>*Do you remember the last time you had an idea?I dont,I bet you dont either.I'have never had an original thought.Not last weak,last month,last year.Not ever.But I am gonna put words on paper and carry that shit to coffee house,stick out my chest and try to convince you I am really something.I dont need my brain anymore.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5488056214479173421?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5488056214479173421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5488056214479173421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5488056214479173421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5488056214479173421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-thine-own-self-be-true.html' title='Know thyself'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4099212826383852116</id><published>2009-01-12T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:13:32.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie Kinsella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Undomestic Goddess)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big picture'/><title type='text'>life and such</title><content type='html'>"sometimes you don't need a goal in life, you don't need to know the big picture. you just need to know what you're going to do next!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Sophie Kinsella (The Undomestic Goddess)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4099212826383852116?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4099212826383852116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4099212826383852116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4099212826383852116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4099212826383852116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-and-such.html' title='life and such'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-7874965397965373870</id><published>2009-01-12T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:08:30.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may kasahara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wind up bird chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='core'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='existence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haruki murakami'/><title type='text'>Are you listening?</title><content type='html'>"Here's what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird," said May Kasahara. "Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Haruki Murakami (The Wind-up Bird Chronicle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-7874965397965373870?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/7874965397965373870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=7874965397965373870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7874965397965373870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7874965397965373870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-listening.html' title='Are you listening?'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-8780407184076514551</id><published>2009-01-12T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:05:05.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sebastien Tellier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ritournelle'/><title type='text'>Sebastien Tellier - La Ritournelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qsk8QQj5Nrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qsk8QQj5Nrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-8780407184076514551?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/8780407184076514551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=8780407184076514551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8780407184076514551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8780407184076514551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/01/sebastien-tellier-la-ritournelle.html' title='Sebastien Tellier - La Ritournelle'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-2271877488268931130</id><published>2009-01-03T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T03:12:04.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='away from her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accept'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='person'/><title type='text'>pursuit of happiness</title><content type='html'>"I'm thinking that sometimes you just have to make the decision to be happy.  Just realize that things aren't ever what you hoped they'd be.  Not ever.  For anybody.  The only thing that separates one kind of person from another is that there are some who stay angry about it and there are some who accept what comes their way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--away from her (2006)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-2271877488268931130?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/2271877488268931130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=2271877488268931130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2271877488268931130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/2271877488268931130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2009/01/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='pursuit of happiness'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3943448451295302090</id><published>2008-12-26T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:15:25.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tere bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbi shergill'/><title type='text'>tere bin-Rabbi Shergill</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQtzKbHO2nw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQtzKbHO2nw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tere bin / besides you&lt;br /&gt;sanu sohnia / my love&lt;br /&gt;koi hor nahio labhna / i shan't find another&lt;br /&gt;jo dave / who'll give&lt;br /&gt;ruh nu sakun / peace to my soul&lt;br /&gt;chukke jo nakhra mera / and indulge me&lt;br /&gt;ve main sare ghumm ke vekhia / i have gone and seen it all&lt;br /&gt;amrika , roos, malaysia / america, russia, malaysiana&lt;br /&gt;kittey vi koi fark si / there wasn't any difference &lt;br /&gt;har kise di koi shart si / they all had some condition&lt;br /&gt;koi mangda mera si sama / some asked for my time&lt;br /&gt;koi hunda surat te fida / some were fascinated with my face&lt;br /&gt;koi mangda meri si vafa / some demanded my fidelity&lt;br /&gt;na koi mangda merian bala / none wanted my demons&lt;br /&gt;tere bin / besides you&lt;br /&gt;hor na kise / no one else&lt;br /&gt;mangni merian bala / wanted my demons&lt;br /&gt;tere bin / besides you&lt;br /&gt;hor na kise / no one else&lt;br /&gt;karni dhup vich chhan / shall shade me in the sun&lt;br /&gt;jiven rukia / (the) way you paused &lt;br /&gt;si tun zara / slightly&lt;br /&gt;nahion bhulna / i shan't forget&lt;br /&gt;main sari umar / all my life&lt;br /&gt;jiven akhia si akhan chura / you said, looking away&lt;br /&gt;"rovenga sanu yad kar" / "you shall weep in my memory"&lt;br /&gt;hasia si main hasa ajeeb / i laughed a strange laugh&lt;br /&gt;(par) tu nahi si hasia / but you didn't&lt;br /&gt;dil vich tera jo raaz si / you had a secret in your heart&lt;br /&gt;mainu tu kyon ni dasia / why didn't you tell me&lt;br /&gt;tere bin / besides you&lt;br /&gt;sanu eh raz / none shall tell this&lt;br /&gt;kise hor nahion dasna / secret to me&lt;br /&gt;tere bin / besides you&lt;br /&gt;peerh da ilaaj / what druid&lt;br /&gt;kis vaid kolon labhna / has the cure to my ills&lt;br /&gt;milia si ajj mainu / i found today&lt;br /&gt;tera ik patra / a note of yours&lt;br /&gt;likhia si jis 'te / on which you had scribbeled&lt;br /&gt;tun shayr varey shah da / a varis shah couplet&lt;br /&gt;park ke si osnu / upon reading which&lt;br /&gt;hanjnu ik duliya / a teardrop fell&lt;br /&gt;akhan 'ch band si / what was locked in the eye&lt;br /&gt;seh raaz ajj khulia / was revealed today&lt;br /&gt;ki tere bin / that other than you&lt;br /&gt;eh mere hanjnu / these tears of mine&lt;br /&gt;kise hor / won't be kissed by&lt;br /&gt;nahio chumna / none else&lt;br /&gt;ki tere bin / that other than you&lt;br /&gt;eh mere hanjhu / these tears of mine&lt;br /&gt;mitti vich rulnha / will wither in the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics from  http://rabbism.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3943448451295302090?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3943448451295302090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3943448451295302090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3943448451295302090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3943448451295302090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/12/tere-bin-rabbi-shergill.html' title='tere bin-Rabbi Shergill'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3371290187028678180</id><published>2008-11-28T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:02:53.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eurythmics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Saved The World Today'/><title type='text'>Eurythmics - I Saved The World Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vueJNE3y0iA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vueJNE3y0iA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3371290187028678180?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3371290187028678180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3371290187028678180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constellations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anais nin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimensions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present.crimes and misdemeanors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronological'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backward'/><title type='text'>Human make up</title><content type='html'>“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Anais Nin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-6029005994255121366?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/6029005994255121366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=6029005994255121366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6029005994255121366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6029005994255121366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/11/human-make-up.html' title='Human make up'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-6581625437267750762</id><published>2008-11-28T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:18:40.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecstasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anais nin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adjustment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Extraordinary!</title><content type='html'>“I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic -- in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anais Nin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-6581625437267750762?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/6581625437267750762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=6581625437267750762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6581625437267750762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6581625437267750762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/11/extraordinary.html' title='Extraordinary!'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-6259889507105874071</id><published>2008-11-26T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:42:15.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inflammable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dangerous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecstasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anais nin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destructive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extravagance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jungle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><title type='text'>Livin' on the edge</title><content type='html'>I want to burn, even if I break myself. I live only for ecstasy. Nothing else effects me. Small doses, moderate loves- all these leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat... sexuality which bursts the thermometer! I am neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous- lava, inflammable, unrestrained. I feel like a jungle animal who is escaping captivity." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anais Nin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-6259889507105874071?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/6259889507105874071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=6259889507105874071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6259889507105874071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6259889507105874071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/11/livin-on-edge_26.html' title='Livin&apos; on the edge'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5043645751888298980</id><published>2008-11-21T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:00:09.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the clash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='should I stay or should I go'/><title type='text'>The Clash - Should I Stay Or Should I Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1Gn0e7kvTA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1Gn0e7kvTA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5043645751888298980?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5043645751888298980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5043645751888298980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5043645751888298980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5043645751888298980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/11/clash-should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='The Clash - Should I Stay Or Should I Go?'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3194008261475409599</id><published>2008-11-19T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:17:22.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell me baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red hot chilli pepper'/><title type='text'>Red Hot Chili Peppers- Tell me baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fsNcc2soDyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fsNcc2soDyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3194008261475409599?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3194008261475409599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3194008261475409599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3194008261475409599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3194008261475409599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-hot-chili-peppers-tell-me-baby.html' title='Red Hot Chili Peppers- Tell me baby'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-6419197057816799425</id><published>2008-11-19T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:15:10.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck palahniuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rush'/><title type='text'>what just happened there?</title><content type='html'>“Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Chuck Palahniuk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-6419197057816799425?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/6419197057816799425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=6419197057816799425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6419197057816799425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6419197057816799425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-just-happened-there.html' title='what just happened there?'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-8104758998040799357</id><published>2008-11-07T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:55:12.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trysts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glimse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ono no Komachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Waka</title><content type='html'>Though I go to you &lt;br /&gt;ceaselessly along dream paths, &lt;br /&gt;the sum of those trysts &lt;br /&gt;is less than a single glimpse &lt;br /&gt;granted in the waking world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Ono No Komachi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-8104758998040799357?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/8104758998040799357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=8104758998040799357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8104758998040799357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/8104758998040799357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/11/waka.html' title='Waka'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5271166489984094477</id><published>2008-11-07T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:28:43.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unreal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck palahniuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concepts'/><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>"The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Chuck Palahniuk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5271166489984094477?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5271166489984094477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5271166489984094477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5271166489984094477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5271166489984094477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/11/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1780654812340994476</id><published>2008-11-01T00:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:39:34.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viva la vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldplay'/><title type='text'>Coldplay - Viva La Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1780654812340994476?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1780654812340994476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1780654812340994476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1780654812340994476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1780654812340994476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/11/coldplay-viva-la-vida.html' title='Coldplay - Viva La Vida'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-6225469133752607867</id><published>2008-10-31T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:13:49.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ralph Waldo Emerson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='error'/><title type='text'>Perfection?</title><content type='html'>Nature encourages no looseness, pardons no errors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-6225469133752607867?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/6225469133752607867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=6225469133752607867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6225469133752607867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/6225469133752607867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfection.html' title='Perfection?'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-817584587053689177</id><published>2008-10-30T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:06:09.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill Tweedie'/><title type='text'>Job vs career</title><content type='html'>Evidently this new career wasn’t all thrills. There were spills, too, for some, maybe for me. Already I’d noted a few slippery patches. Little jobs had no such peaks and troughs, what you saw was what you got. You did what you were told to do, had as good a time doing it as possible and at five on the dot you forgot all about it. Little jobs didn’t raise ripples in the mind, didn’t disturb the surface at all. A career, on the other hand, seeped into evenings and weekends, popped up even in dreams, in fact took up so much of life that to all intents and purposes it was life, which might explain why it kept coming up with the same kind of questions: what am I here for, where am I going, is what I’m doing right or wrong? And, like life, the answers were never straightforward, often depressing. Very often there were none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jill Tweedie, ‘Eating Children’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-817584587053689177?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/817584587053689177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=817584587053689177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/817584587053689177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/817584587053689177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/job-vs-career.html' title='Job vs career'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-1316190463335815387</id><published>2008-10-25T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:15:34.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality and social psychology bulletin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim wilson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><title type='text'>This and that</title><content type='html'>We don't realize how quickly we will adapt to a pleasurable event and make it the backdrop of our lives.When any event occurs to us,we make it ordinary.And through becoming ordinary,we lose our pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Tim Wilson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-1316190463335815387?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/1316190463335815387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=1316190463335815387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1316190463335815387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/1316190463335815387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-and-that.html' title='This and that'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4980289708446026470</id><published>2008-10-21T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:21:14.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red rider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white hot'/><title type='text'>Red Rider - White Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cW48FOgIS1Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cW48FOgIS1Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4980289708446026470?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4980289708446026470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4980289708446026470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4980289708446026470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4980289708446026470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-rider-white-hot.html' title='Red Rider - White Hot'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-7024839902194845710</id><published>2008-10-19T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:49:23.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salman Rushdie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rootlessness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belonging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taboos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='system'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stigmas'/><title type='text'>To be or not to be</title><content type='html'>"In every generation, there are a few souls, call them lucky or cursed, who are simply born not belonging, who come into the world without strong affiliation to family or location or nation or race; those who value stability, who fear transience, uncertainty, change, have erected a powerful system of stigmas and taboos against rootlessness so that we mostly conform, we hide our secret identities beneath false skins of those identities which bear the belongers' seal of approval. But the truth leaks out in our dreams; alone in our beds—because we are all alone at night, even if we do not sleep by ourselves—we soar, we fly, we flee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Salman Rushdie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-7024839902194845710?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/7024839902194845710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=7024839902194845710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7024839902194845710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7024839902194845710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-5107952664627720945</id><published>2008-10-19T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:37:08.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present.crimes and misdemeanors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contradiction'/><title type='text'>Love is contradictory</title><content type='html'>“When we fall in love, we are seeking to re-find all or some of the people to whom you were attached as children.  On the other hand, we ask our beloved to correct all the wrongs that these early parents or siblings inflicted on us.  So, love contains in it the contradiction, the attempts to return to the past and the attempt to undo the past.”&lt;br /&gt;--crimes and misdemeanors(1989)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-5107952664627720945?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/5107952664627720945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=5107952664627720945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5107952664627720945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/5107952664627720945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-is-contradictory.html' title='Love is contradictory'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3763957308630733304</id><published>2008-10-15T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:44:22.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psyhology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john donne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john updike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Generation X'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apologies to harvard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pound'/><title type='text'>we were a generation</title><content type='html'>We took the world as given.Cigarettes &lt;br /&gt;Were twenty-several cents a pack, and gas &lt;br /&gt;as much per gallon. Sex came wrapped in rubber &lt;br /&gt;And veiled in supernatural scruples—call &lt;br /&gt;Them chivalry. A certain breathlessness &lt;br /&gt;Was felt; perhaps the Bomb, which after all &lt;br /&gt;Mushroomed us as we entered puberty, &lt;br /&gt;Waking us from the newspaper-nightmare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our childhoods had napped through, was realer then; &lt;br /&gt;Our lives, at least, were not assumed to be &lt;br /&gt;Our right; we lived, by shifts, on sufferance. &lt;br /&gt;The world contained policemen, true; and these &lt;br /&gt;Should be avoided; governments were bunk, &lt;br /&gt;But well-intentioned; blacks were beautiful &lt;br /&gt;But seldom seen; the poor were with ye always. &lt;br /&gt;We thought one war as moral as the next, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believed that life was tragic and absurd, &lt;br /&gt;And were absurdly cheerful on that basis. &lt;br /&gt;We loved John Donne and Hopkins, Yeats and Pound, &lt;br /&gt;Medieval history was rather swank, &lt;br /&gt;Psychology was in the mind; abstract &lt;br /&gt;Things grabbed us where we lived; the only life &lt;br /&gt;Worth living was the private life, and—last, &lt;br /&gt;Worst scandal in this characterization— &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not know we were a generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--John Updike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3763957308630733304?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3763957308630733304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3763957308630733304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3763957308630733304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3763957308630733304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-were-generation.html' title='we were a generation'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3789142053919794190</id><published>2008-10-14T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:50:13.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lions for lambs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='person'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>You’re never going to be the same person you are right now.&lt;br /&gt;--Lions for lambs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3789142053919794190?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3789142053919794190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3789142053919794190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3789142053919794190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3789142053919794190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-491242371958133432</id><published>2008-10-14T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:09:39.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richard feynman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana'/><title type='text'>2+2=22</title><content type='html'>When you are thinking about something you don't understand you have a terrible, uncomfortable feeling called confusion. The confusion is, because we are all some kind of apes that are kind of stupid trying to figure out how to put two sticks together to reach the banana, and we can't quite make it. So I always feel stupid. Once in a while, I put the two sticks together, and I reach the banana.&lt;br /&gt; --Richard Feynman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-491242371958133432?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/491242371958133432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=491242371958133432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/491242371958133432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/491242371958133432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/2222.html' title='2+2=22'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-7826898569075270046</id><published>2008-10-10T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:10:25.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katherine Mansfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orchard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Come to the dark side,we have cookies</title><content type='html'>"The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Katherine Mansfield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-7826898569075270046?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/7826898569075270046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=7826898569075270046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7826898569075270046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/7826898569075270046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-to-dark-sidewe-have-cookies.html' title='Come to the dark side,we have cookies'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3985508572369305029</id><published>2008-10-09T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:14:53.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stadium arcadium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hump de bump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red hot chilli pepper'/><title type='text'>Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hump de Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hu8eTIR9XtA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hu8eTIR9XtA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3985508572369305029?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3985508572369305029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3985508572369305029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3985508572369305029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3985508572369305029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-hot-chili-peppers-hump-de-bump.html' title='Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hump de Bump'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4453728134548069164</id><published>2008-10-06T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:38:45.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trysts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glimse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ono no Komachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Ono no Komachi</title><content type='html'>though I go to you ceaselessly&lt;br /&gt;along dream paths&lt;br /&gt;the sum of those trysts is&lt;br /&gt;less than a single glimse&lt;br /&gt;granted in the waking world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ono no Komachi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4453728134548069164?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4453728134548069164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4453728134548069164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4453728134548069164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4453728134548069164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/ono-no-komachi.html' title='Ono no Komachi'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-4114037835219167556</id><published>2008-10-06T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:42:00.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt groening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='machine gun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love again</title><content type='html'>"Love is a perky little elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun."&lt;br /&gt;-Matt Groening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-4114037835219167556?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/4114037835219167556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=4114037835219167556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4114037835219167556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/4114037835219167556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-again.html' title='Love again'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-3905287892317444657</id><published>2008-09-17T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:22:58.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goethe'/><title type='text'>the choices we make..</title><content type='html'>"I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element.It is my personal approach that creates the climate.It is my daily mood that makes the weather.I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous.I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration.I can humiliate or humor,hurt or heal.In all situations,it is my response that decides whether a crises is escalated or de-escalated,and a person is humanized or de-humanized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Goethe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-3905287892317444657?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/3905287892317444657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=3905287892317444657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3905287892317444657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/3905287892317444657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/09/choices-we-make.html' title='the choices we make..'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141997529461843411.post-9018488306144310402</id><published>2008-09-16T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:31:47.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KNEE-JERK IRONY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douglas coupland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Generation X'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OPTION PARALYSISDERISION PREEMPTION'/><title type='text'>Furictionary</title><content type='html'>"OPTION PARALYSIS: The tendency, when given unlimited choices, to make none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNEE-JERK IRONY: The tendency to make flippant ironic comments as a reflective matter of course in everyday conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DERISION PREEMPTION: A life-style tactic; the refusal to go out on any sort of emotional limb so as to avoid mockery from peers. Derision Preemption is the main goal of Knee-Jerk Irony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Douglas Coupland, Generation X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141997529461843411-9018488306144310402?l=witless-humour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/feeds/9018488306144310402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141997529461843411&amp;postID=9018488306144310402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/9018488306144310402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141997529461843411/posts/default/9018488306144310402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witless-humour.blogspot.com/2008/09/furictionary.html' title='Furictionary'/><author><name>Fury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042177502910181967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euyTCMS1xDg/SG4PzatBukI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mhPKFxDRmvs/S220/A5667_CAT~Balanced-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
