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[orbitaldiamonds]

(From July 13, 2009)

Sidetrackedery, n.: the weird, interesting, and/or fun stuff I find via my ever-behindness in my LJ flist, from Twitter, emails, going back through friends' LJs, and elsewhere.

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:: Phelps (WBC) people getting pwned in an epic way, courtesy of lavenderfrost. :D
:: Yeah, what she said! From eh_notsomuch
:: Fizzy sent me this from Cake Wrecks. XDDD
:: Well, this hit a little too close to home. (from PostSecret)
:: From Daily Kos via @Shoq, Former CIGNA executive says Michael Moore was right all along
:: HOLY SHIT FUNNEH. Rule 34: If it exists, there is porn of it. No exceptions. (from PunditKitchen)
:: The sack lunches, from militarylove. Made me cry.
:: FUCKING COOL. From metaquotes.
:: Yes, another one from metaquotes. I couldn't just let "Righteous American Penis of Justice" go un-re-quoted, now, could I?
:: How to make Rice Cooker Bread. From a post at poor_skills.
:: Linked in an antitheism entry, Don't ask, don't tell documentary explores gays in the military. Especially read the comments.
:: From this post in antitheism, Atheists call for 'debaptism' (from the BBC) Neato. :)
:: Via lavenderfrost, This is your Nation on White Privilege (Updated) (from redroom.com)
:: This gem from metaquotes:

On that topic, it occurs to me that Easter is truly the original holiday of the Living Dead (one of the originals, anyways-- I'm sure there are older mythologies too). And that, therefore, it ought to be taken over by the zombie contingent and adopted as one of their holy days. So remember, kids, leave out a nice basket of brains for Jesus so he won't come after yours!

:: From quirkybird, a lovely poem called "Woe".

Woe!

It is true, our tribe is similar to the bees,
It gathers honey of wisdom, carries it, stores it in honeycombs.
I am able to roam for hours
Through the labyrinth of the main library, floor to floor.
But yesterday, looking for the words of masters and prophets,
I wandered into high regions
That are visited by practically no one.
I would open a book and could decipher nothing.
For letters faded and disappeared from the pages.
Woe! I exclaimed-so it comes to this?
Where are you, venerable ones, with your beards and wigs,
Your nights spent by a candle, griefs of your wives?
So a message saving the world is silenced forever?
At your home it was the day of making preserves.
And your dog, sleeping by the fire, would wake up,
Yawn, and look at you, as if knowing.

Czeslaw Milosz

:: And some RBR fun that I posted to metaquotes. :)

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