One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back. "
That should scare off the conservative, boring, and, stupid he thought....then he thought, perhaps more is in order and thus posted some Revenge of Shinobi metal remixes like so.
This profile is a perfect example of what happens when you write something at odd times in between writing other things, drinking, doing maths and the odd handstand.
Fair warning: Contents contain ascerbicism, satire, theoretical physics, and on ocassion, is actually Bogatyr.
Short version: I like books, art, classical philosophy, physical culture (look that up if you don't know what it means), drinking, cigarettes, coffee, dancing, doing gymnastics while drunk, science and...things like that.
Right now I'm listening to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4WYnSFqh6k
Before that this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpMNXEY_tio
I'm trying to get my doctorate back together, which is slow going at the moment. My doctorate is in theoretical astrophysics. Theoretically. That's as short a version as you're likely to get and thus, as it is a short version, it doesn't really convey much at all.
My academically career is 'laughably fucked' at the moment, and I'm trying to change that.
LONGER VERSION Yes. I know. It's long. Most of the times I've tried to trim it down, it's ended up being longer. Multiple people have actually read the whole thing though, most people just skim through and look at the photos of me doing gymnastics in bars and such.
Three quotes for you, some people get the first, very few have worked out the second, and the third is new.
"I have my thousand yard stare. And I carry a lot of scars. I carry, a lot of scars."
If you know what book that's from, I'll be glad you've read it and glad you remembered.
"God's eyes spark vermillion, while his feet throw up rough clods of Earth to drown the aspirations of the willing. Oh how few avoid those hammering clods of Earth to reach the vermillion sparks!"
If you know who wrote that, I will be VERY fucking impressed.
"We didn't know we were playing with fire. We were young, and it was bright and warm, and it wasn't until we'd burned those precious parts of ourselves we could never get back to ash, that we realised what we'd done."
If you know who wrote the third one, I will also be impressed.
I make no promises as regards to conforming to social norms that I believe are inherently insipid, pernicious and deceptive. I would far rather be hated for that which I am, than loved for that which I am not.
As a matter of fact, I tend to take a well aimed and quite powerful kick at standard models of conformity to both the left and the right. This helps to fit in with the ideal model of behaviour according to Confucious where it is best to be loved by the good and hated by the wicked.
Of course, in modern times wicked equates to good, but that's the problem with translating two thousand year old Chinese texts into modern English, some people miss the meaning.
In this section, a lot of people lie because everyone is playing some retarded game where mutual lies and veneer met, to create an interaction based on nothing but bullshit.
Fuck that, for an amateur joke quite frankly.
I would FAR rather you showed me the darker, rougher, worst parts of who you are, than shower me with flowery bullshit. Show me who you really are, and I will love you for your honesty. Hide behind social veneers comprised of glib aphorisms, and I will despise you for your lies.
Caveat: Explicitly, I mean be honest about yourself. Not deliver a bitchy comment about me that you think makes you honest when really, if you did that, I'd just think you were a fucking idiot.
I do my best not to be stupider than I have to be, and that's something.
If you have 'love to laugh' on your profile, please, please, please....slap yourself. That may well be the dumbest phrase ever to appear on the internet.
If you enjoyed the book "Eat, Pray, Love" please, please, please, punch yourself in the face as hard as you possibly fucking can, because you clearly believe that being a shallow, self-indulgent, borderline retarded whore is a good way to live your life.
No. There is no room for vacillation on that one.
As Bill Hicks said, I don't mean to come across as cold, bitter, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes across.
But...I can no longer even pretend to make an attempt at civility with the cavalierly braindead, and especially those who don a veneer of 'spirituality' to cloak the rot in their souls...well. "Acerbic" would be a vast understatement as regards my response to such people.
Things changed, but here's something I stick by.
I see no reason that science, literature and exercise are mutually exclusive. On more than one occasion I have had someone make the remark that what I do (present tense again!) is surprising considering how I look. Once many moons ago a girl at a cafe asked me what I was reading, when I replied "Gargantua and Pantagruel" she then asked who it was by. I explained that it was by Rabelais, a fifteenth century French monk. She said "Oh! I wouldn't have guessed that!" When I asked her why that was...she basically said that she couldn't conceive of someone with biceps being erudite as well. I felt like pouring my coffee slowly into her lap while explaining the virtues of not making snap judgements based on people's appearance.
Instead I told her to fuck off. Because I'm a bit like that really...
I will not walk small to spare your feelings. I don't mean to make people feel insecure or intimidate people (most of the time) but apparently I do.
So, I'm currently working out how to get back my doctoral research in order, or whether to say "Fuck it." and become a mercenary war lord in the third world or something.
I am doing a handstand, throwing a knife, and reading a book.