Showing posts with label quotes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quotes. Show all posts

Friday, February 13, 2009

The Best Quote Ever, Ever and Forever...

Well. At least the best quote if you watch Battlestar Galactica and are a big ol' nerd.

Like me.

"You six people who are left, that went along with our mutiny? You six people are awesome. Rapists, racists, murderers, insane bomber terrorists, good to see ya. Conner and Seelix? Good people, I'm proud to have you with me. Who needs Earth with a Douche Patrol like we got going here? Yeah! Now, I know many of you had loved ones on those ten ships, and all our food was there, but trust me: this next part is going to be great. ...Hmm? What's that? Oh, no. No plan of any sort. Sorry if I wasn't clear about that: we have no frakking clue what we're supposed to do now. I was just really pissed off. See, my leg got shot in this other mutiny -- not a great, awesome one like this, but a tiny, bitchy one -- and then my BFF shot herself in the head, and Gaius stopped returning my calls, and I became a heroin addict, then my bisexual college robot fling from New Caprica turned out to be a serial killer, and it turned out I knew that? Sort of. Oh, and plus, remember Earth? Yeah, right? Awkward! Then I broke up with my boyfriend for no reason, and then -- worst of all -- no matter how many times I stomped my feet -- um, foot -- and whined, people kept acting like there was a possible future, or that being kind to other people was a good idea. Fuckers. So... Yeah, that's about it. Not really a plan, per se, but at least our jump drives are still shitty and one-third as powerful as they could be, and I think all seven of us can agree that that's a good thing. Could you pass me the nothing? I'm sort of hungry."

~ from Television Without Pity

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Stick a Fork In Me

"In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."

But the fighter still remains..."
~The Boxer, Simon and Garfunkel


Dear Universe,

This past year has kicked my ass, thank you very much. I've had about as many life lessons and opportunities to learn and grow as a person as I can take. Unless you are sending me the happy I have so sorely misplaced, I am on vacation until further notice. You want to bring any more death or change it will have to wait until the new year.

Sincerely,
A Very Tired Girl


Sunday, September 17, 2006

I Am Not Looking For A New England...

"I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?"

Saturday, September 2, 2006

Yeah, I Knew That One Was Coming...

feels like reckless driving when we're talking
it's fun while it lasts and it's faster than walking
but no one is going to sympathize when we crash
they'll say you hit what you head for
you get what you ask
and we'll say we didn't know
we didn't even try
one minute there was road beneath us
and the next just sky

~ Ani DiFranco

Friday, August 18, 2006

Now With More Meme!



Friday, August 4, 2006

OoOoOo physics...

"Turbulence was a problem with pedigree. The great physicists all thought about it, formally or informally. A smooth flow breaks up into whorls and eddies. Wild patterns disrupt the boundary between fluid and solid. Engery drains rapidly from large-scale motions to small. Why? The best ideas came from mathematicians; for most physicists, turbulence was too dangerous to waste time on. It seemed almost unknowable. There was a story about the quantum theorist Werner Heisenburg, on his deathbed, declaring that he will have two questions for God: why relativity and why turbulence. Heisenburg says, "I really think he may have an answer to the first question."
~Chaos, James Gleick

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Well, I Find it Funny

"These researchers were convinced, and they tried to convince others, that Mandelbrot's new geometry was nature's own. They made an irrefutable impact on orthodox mathematics and physics as well, but Mandelbrot himself never gained the full respect of these communities. Even so, they had to acknowledge him. One mathematician told friends that he had awakened one night still shaking from a nightmare. In this dream, the mathematician was dead, and suddenly heard the unmistakable voice of God. "You know", He remarked, "there really was something to that Mandelbrot." "

~ Chaos, James Gleick

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Math Makes Me Hot

"Clouds are not spheres, Mandelbrot is fond of saying. Mountains are not cones. Lightning does not travel in a straight line. The new geometry mirrors a universe that is rough, not rounded, scabrous, not smooth. It is a geometry of the pitted, pocked, and broken up, the twisted, tangled and intertwined. The understanding of nature's complexity awaited a suspicion that the complexity was not just random, not just accident. It requires a faith that the interesting feature of a lightning bolt's path, for example, was not it's direction, but rather the distribution of zigs and zags. Mandelbrot's work made a claim about the world, and the claim was that such odd shapes carry meaning. The pits and tangles are more than blemishes distorting the classic shapes of Euclidian geometry. They are often the keys to the essence of a thing."

~ from Chaos, by James Gleick

Saturday, October 8, 2005

Things I Never Thought I Would Hear:

"... so then, I rubbed the cat down with vegetable oil...."

~courtesy of Ouroboros668

Tuesday, May 14, 2002

A line from an Ani DiFranco song keeps running through my head these days. I suppose it is oddly appropriate, seeing as I cannot remember why I thought it was so appropriate in the first place.

they say goldfish have no memory
I guess their lives are much like mine
and the little plastic castle
is a surprise every time

Sunday, April 14, 2002

I read the most wonderful thing the other day (in a review for the new Leonard Cohen CD, actually) and I keep coming back to it:

The truth isn't always pretty, but it is always beautiful.

Tuesday, February 26, 2002

What can I say? I am a different breed of cat. Precocious, but never busy.

~ Dennis Miller