I'm Tim. I'm 27. This is some random shit, mostly links, things that appeal to me. I live in Pittsburgh, I watch sports and was in Iraq with the Army. I go to Pitt. That's about all.
if you read this and we're not related or something:
email: timmyboots [at] mailhaven [dot] com
if you read this and we're not related or something:
email: timmyboots [at] mailhaven [dot] com
Hannibal Cash Esq.
All posts from July 2, 2009
I been trying to get people to call me Freddy Knuckles
but people keep calling me Right Said Fred.
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Funky Junk Trunk: Cockadoodle Cancer
have I mentioned the $5-a-carton Gauloises in Iraq?
only thing I miss about the place.
“Try to imagine the awful meaning of this. You have often seen the sand on the seashore. How fine are its tiny grains! And how many of those tiny little grains go to make up the small handful which a child grasps in its play. Now imagine a mountain of that sand, a million miles high, reaching from the earth to the farthest heavens, and a million miles broad, extending to remotest space, and a million miles in thickness; and imagine such an enormous mass of countless particles of sand multiplied as often as there are leaves in the forest, drops of water in the mighty ocean, feathers on birds, scales on fish, hairs on animals, atoms in the vast expanse of the air: and imagine that at the end of every million years a little bird came to that mountain and carried away in its beak a tiny grain of that sand. How many millions upon millions of centuries would pass before that bird had carried away even a square foot of that mountain, how many eons upon eons of ages before it had carried away all. Yet at the end of that immense stretch of time not even one instant of eternity could be said to have ended. At the end of all those billions and trillions of years eternity would have scarcely begun. And if that mountain rose again after it had been all carried away, and if the bird came again and carried it all away again grain by grain: and if it so rose and sank as many times as there are stars in the sky, atoms in the air, drops of water in the sea, leaves on the trees, feathers upon birds, scales upon fish, hairs upon animals, at the end of all those innumerable risings and sinkings of that immeasurably vast mountain not one single instant of eternity could be said to have ended; even then, at the end of such a period, after that eon of time the mere thought of which makes our very brain reel dizzily, eternity would have scarcely begun.”
—James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (via poortaste)
“When any government, or any church for that matter, undertakes to say to its subjects, ‘This you may not read, this you must not see, this you are forbidden to know,’ the end result is tyranny and oppression, no matter how holy the motives. Mighty little force is needed to control a man whose mind has been hoodwinked; contrariwise, no amount of force can control a free man, a man whose mind is free. No, not the rack, not fission bombs, not anything—you can’t conquer a free man; the most you can do is kill him.”
—Robert A. Heinlein, If This Goes On, 1940 (via poortaste)
“Hey kids, this Summer when you’re all being inundated with this fourth of July bullshit don’t forget what you’re really celebrating… A bunch of white slave owning congressmen that didn’t want to pay their taxes.”
Obviously I am not a religious man, but it is precisely this kind of mendacious bullshit that makes me wish there were a God, so that He might best exact His justice on this sick fuck who was so instrumental in sending so many men and women to their death or dismemberment in the service of a philosophy that goes against everything America stands for. FUCK YOU KARL ROVE YOU FUCKING SELF-SERVING PRICK. Spending the rest of your life in a wheelchair while you shit into a bag wouldn’t begin to cover the karmic debt you owe to every American you put in harm’s way to promote your psychotic agenda.
