It started off simple enough straightforward design.. then they decided they wanted realistic ants to roam about it.. I put far to much effort into these little guys to ironically infest the homepage of a pest control site.. but I won't lie I love them.
For those of you web designers, programmers, people who like to dabble in html flash css.. Go ahead, try and emulate what I did there. Thats a Html page using, CSS, Php, and Javascript, with a transparent 100% height and width swf over all of it that still allows the site to function in safari, IE, and firefox. The AS3 AI for the ants was fun to make too.
Oh and to take the wind out of my sails let me know if the page failboats terribly on your browser, which browser you're using, and the version number.
Oh come now my fine people take part of this movie's majesty, its heritage! Surely you'll join us on the continued master weaving that is the tale of the young and noble Duece Bigalow his multilayered character so rich in both depth and range that only one man somehow triumphantly wrests the lead of this immaculately crafted dramatis personae, Rob Schneider. The artist who has wrought life into the very carrot, the very stapler takes his adroitness and applies it liberally to this role of financed philanderer showing us through it our very essence, our very SOULS.
Like that of the initial spark of true love between a couple destined to die of old age together after an enchanted life, our story with Deuce begins fittingly at the ocean as we once emerged a shadow of our function and form, from that consommé of life. Our heroic creationist has his very gift turned against him by the ironic cruel naivete of youth finding what solace they can in the laughter of malfeasance upon this setting. Leaving our hero no choice but to rekindle his relationship with the man who could bring to bear his true gift on the world, nay the universe..
I would continue but my words are not up to the test of describing what must be seen, felt, heard, tasted and somehow forcefully smelt.
"There must be some way out of here", said the joker to the thief. "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth. None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke. "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate. So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view, while all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Sun been down for days A pretty flower in a vase A slipper by the fireplace A cello lying in it's case
Soon she's down the stairs Her morning elegance she wears The sound of water makes her dream Awoken by a cloud of steam She pours a daydream in a cup A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And She fights for her life As she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain As it pours And she fights for her life As she goes in a store With a thought she has caught By a thread She pays for the bread And She goes... Nobody knows
Sun been down for days A winter melody she plays The thunder makes her contemplate She hears a noise behind the gate Perhaps a letter with a dove Perhaps a stranger she could love
And She fights for her life As she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain As it pours And she fights for her life As she goes in a store With a thought she has caught By a thread She pays for the bread And She goes... Nobody knows
And She fights for her life As she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain As it pours And she fights for her life Where people are pleasently strange And counting the change And She goes... Nobody knows
We are forged from the combined furnaces of every sun. Just as the rest, we are all of one, and one of all. Yet we chafe, ignite, an impossible spark; left, and right, where there can be none. We have gone beyond, as the atrocity of life; head first, free to fall. From one we are many, and many, oh so many more to come.
Such a trick our existence has played on us don't you see? Because we know we are able to die we can't help but be immortal. A Flame with death as the driver, oh yes, it will burn; faster, further, harder, at immeasurable degree. Under its promise we will strive, try, and take; force it all deep inside; it's relentless call. All the while invariably failing to be, beyond and, or, through the me; absolutely missing the everybody. Paths of least resistance, so tried, and true; for every dead end, born, are a million more to enthrall.
Nothing can stop us, it's far to late. Pray all is endless for infinite is our fate.
She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame. All the torment and the pain Leaked through and covered me I'd do anything to have her to myself Just to have her for myself Now I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad
She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable, she's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
But I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me
A catch in my throat choke Torn into pieces I won't, no! I don't want to be this...
But I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me
She isn't real I can't make her real She isn't real I can't make her real
The world is a very cruel place, but lucky for you, if you can read this, you're part of the cruelest race; so don't worry, you are, in spades, the ace.
It's that time of year, Leave all our hopelessnesses aside (if just for a little while) Tears stop right here, I know we've all had a bumpy ride (I’m secretly on your side)
How did you know? It's what I always wanted, You can never have too many of these Will ya quit kicking me under the table? I'm trying, will somebody make her shut up about it? Can we settle down please?
It's that time of year, Leave all our hopelessnesses aside (if just for a little while) Tears stop right here, I know we've all had a bumpy ride (I’m secretly on your side)
Bite your tongue Deep breaths Count to ten Nod your head (sniff sniff)
I think something is burning, Now you've ruined the whole thing Muffle the smoke alarm Whoever put on this music Had better quick, sharp, remove it Pour me another Oh, don't wag your finger at me
It's that time of year, Leave all our hopelessnesses aside (if just for a little while) Tears stop right here, I know we've all had a bumpy ride (I’m secretly on your side)
Will ya get me outta her, Get me outta here, Get me outta here (repeats til end) Just for now Just for now (repeats)
You know that old truth, knowledge is power? But now all knowledge is at everyone's fingertips, diluting the concept to the point that it is no longer a truth.. I wonder what power is now? I guess its just willingness and drive now, good old willpower? Kinda funny though we've gone through so many millennia of years, constant evolution, looking to challenges and trumping them that it has become a driving forced behind what we are.. Sitting here at the "top of the food chain" living like we do now is almost a handicap to our very nature. We are used to bred to overcoming hurdles and fighting to survive that its become very integrated into what we are now you know? Considering this depression should be expected and lack of motivation as were made of more than what we face, we are used to using more than what we use.
Almost like some people create their own demons, absolutely have to, just to satisfy that part of themselves. I wonder if we will evolve beyond that, or will we stay the path and keep conjuring more powerful demons in ourselves to fill that ever growing void.. Or on the other side of the coin will we just lose that ambitious spirit and become nearly without drive and docile? Then I suppose the future isn't privy to anyone, who knows what challenges or not we are to face.
For those of you with them, may you always be greater than your demons.
1.Ahh you crazy birds, mocking I believe. 2.Malady are your melody warbling warding my reprieve. 3.In the fore ever for ever nevermore. 4.Mind frozen, vice all ice, rapports pores.
DOWN:
1.You are the frozen. 2.Crazy is fore vice. 3.Birds melody for all. 4.Mocking warbling ever ice. 5.I warding nevermore rapports. 6.Believe my pores. 7.Reprieve.
I got two strong arms Blessings of Babylon With time to carry on and try For sins and false alarms So to America the brave Wise men save Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never Never fight over you
Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never Never fight over you
I got plans for us Nights in the scullery And days instead of me I only know what to discuss Of for anything but light Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see Pieces of valentine With just a song of mine To keep from burning history Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never Never fight over you
I got time to kill Sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours A blackbird sings on bluebird hill Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men's child
Is the original before publicity (80s publicity)
To say I'm obsessed with these lyrics would be a massive understatement I'd say they've completely caught me with their spell, god only help me is a genre of music consisting of nothing but riddles was to be born.
A quick example of my minds process with this:
"Pieces of valentine And just a song of mine. To keep from burning history Seasons of gasoline and gold Wise men fold."
thoughts: This isn't about me, its devoted to someone else, that I love and sing about (saint valentine, saint of love between people) (just a song of mine)... burns (like love), a lost learn from the history of gold, gasoline is today's exaggerated gold burning with it my sense as I we do this again.. (wise men folding)
I would articulate further, but again for some reason it sends my mind spinning off into an unstable spiral of thought. I love it and hate it.
where are we? what the hell is going on? the dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet sinking feeling
spin me round again and rub my eyes, this can't be happening when busy streets amass with people would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek trains and sewing machines all those years they were here first
oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here) blood and tears (hearts) they were here first
Mmmm whatcha say, Mmm that you only meant well? well of course you did Mmmm whatcha say, Mmmm that it's all for the best? Of course it is Mmmm whatcha say? Mmmm that it's just what we need you decided this whatcha say? Mmmm what did you say?
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs speak no feeling no I don't believe you you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit
(hide and seek) ransom notes keep falling out your mouth mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
(hide and seek) speak no feeling no I don't believe you you don't care a bit, you don't care a (you don't care a) bit
(hide and seek) oh no, you don't care a bit oh no, you don't care a bit
(hide and seek) oh no, you don't care a bit you don't care a bit you don't care a bit
I will now ask you with terrible humbleness to just force your way through this, .
I'm sorry you're afraid, but please don't send me fear mongering propaganda any more, I've given that a read and realize what you are doing by sending this to everyone you possibly can. This is not only one lie and exaggeration after another; its supporting fear, it is supporting hate, while it mocks great honest deeds and intentions, where just "a small part in" was acted on to save and better countless lives.
Please make sure if you're going to campaign against someone to at least validate your facts, and to definitely keep me out of the recipients list
if it looks anything like this: "IF elected..the first Arab-American President, not the first black President...and all these half truths..lets look at the whole of it.."
You see that, its a lie right in its own subject line, if something is this obviously one sided and claims to be "offering the whole" I can instantly see the deception and lies being framed.
Stick to facts, stick to deeds stick to intentions, one side the side you are supporting, wants to stay in every country we've sent our troops in for another 100 years for "Peace". Think about what troops are, they are trained to do what? Where there are troops, there are stock piles of what? If this went perfectly and they didn't have to do what they are trained to do can you look me in the face and tell me how a symbol like that is creating peace and harmony? Tell me that its creating peace and harmony in any other way than intimidation and fear? Despite the VERY best efforts of the most honest intentioned beautiful souled soldiers there, with that pure of a heart can you tell me that such message isn't diluted by the fact that he/she was trained to kill and is wearing on his/her back at all times a device able to kill on average 100 people at any given time? Do you suppose honestly that this is the greater good, that this is the only way? That these people don't have the passion to form their own harmony their own unique peaceful culture? When you put the fear of the wrath of god into someone continuously do you honestly think seeing only that side could make god look any different than the devil? Perhaps you think we've gone to far, that this cycle we've started has gone on to long to be undone, and the only way we can prosper is by continuing to force ourselves on the world? Can you swallow all of that without choking?
Because I can NOT.
Lets go further, lets go ahead and look at the religious aspect, lets say the worst is true and Barak Obama is the Anti-Christ, and every democrat is actually a supporter of pure evil, its all true the absolute end of the world. I would not be the least bit guilty, because I know what I believed in I know what was offered from both sides. I'd rather be duped by the root of all evil than knowingly support the continued hate, fear, and wrath currently in place the real evil right in front of our eyes.
Please, please think about it I'm begging you, just think about it.
This is a picture of the Hopi Indian’s Kachina("the rain dancers") children going into the desert. There they go, forced off by "manifest destiny" I can think of few worse crimes to separate a spiritual mystic sect completely from its element, killing magic itself.
Ahh to live as a Pueblo or a Hopi indian, so in touch with nature and its mysticism that they looked for and honored those who could walk with it, to have such true goals, they were truly far, far more evolved then we are now.
It shows exactly how terrible this world has become how arguments are won how motives are decided, what was once a balance is now a forceful rape. A world where "strengh" is who can shove the hardest, who can kill the most efficiently our greatest travesties punctuating our civilization.
I’m just glad I can still dance in the rain.
Oh if any of you like "The Bitter Sweet Symphony" by the Verve, I’ve recently remixed it for a project, you can listen to it here.
Forever intertwined, more tightly wound than the perception of it would have you believe, as possibility is in and of itself always going to be a dye from its own cast; water always tinted, water always pure, what is reaped is always sown from more of the same; is it's growth an illusion lost in the repetition of itself, or is the illusion anything but the apex of it's extended hand shivering with its reaching effort; everywhere a signal, always abound are signs, thoroughly pointed in just the right direction, for a tandem ever misaligned; to be lost is to be, to be found is to be merely misunderstood; ever so much as any picture in any frame, captured potential ever and never still, just look at once twice, try to see the same thing; proper timing perpetually disproves itself, it's unmaking is it's own foundation, memory is it's stronghold, it's iterations are it's bars, thus created dependence are it's shackles, finally it's passing our executioner; flee with me, lets break free, lets be more than here and now, lets find more than there and then; lets run on... Run On...
Take all of your wasted honor. Every little past frustration. Take all of your so called problems, Better put them in quotations.
Say what you need to say (x8)
Walking like a one man army, Fighting with the shadows in your head. Living up the same old moment Knowing you'd be better off instead
If you could only...Say what you need to say (x8)
Have no fear for giving in. Have no fear for giving over. You better know that in the end It's better to say too much, than never to say what you need to say again.
Even if your hands are shaking, And your faith is broken. Even as the eyes are closing, Do it with a heart wide open.
If out of touch and in need of reminding just repeat "I have been found" walking to a new dimension left familiar ground all the things done may seem as false behavior but cant really change a mind this is the time no need to understand
become blind loss of mind yes and no in control this is the show
filled head enough delusion let out to play lie back temptations arms have it all name, face run away from home does it seem so wrong now embrace every single thing never known
tonight stray go too far only to eyes and only for good all known will soon be dying soon be dying
Find it in you, raise your eyes Look beyond the place you stand Towards the furthest reaches And to the smallest of things The sound you are hearing Is the symphony of what we are Revelation will not come With heart and mind closed and divided
No need of sun to light the way Across the ages, we have reigned as we endured Through the storm fronts we will ever surely pass To stand as never ending light
Throw away the mantle Awake from your uncertain hesitation No way to describe or equate the feeling No end to what is at your command A million thoughts run through you Concentric circles, ever greater But you have always known That this is not all there is To your questions there'll be answers
Let there be, let there always be Never ending light.
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