Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
Viva la republique
Belgium got a new king, zippedeedooda. No semblance of any objective media the weeks leading up to it, what a show. Like it's still the medieval ages. The comments on the online papers articles though were gloriously around 90% negative but no mention in the news of any of that. At least they will be costing us slightly less money but the amount they cost us is still ridiculous. The day of the coronation, the Belgian national holiday, there was a top 100 of Belgian songs on the radio and after it was finished the first other song on the radio was Rockwell's Somebody's watching me, the NSA theme song lol.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Mysterious Voynich manuscript has 'genuine message'
The message inside "the
world's most mysterious medieval manuscript" has eluded cryptographers,
mathematicians and linguists for over a century.
And for many, the so-called Voynich book is assumed to be a hoax.But a new study, published in the journal Plos One, suggests the manuscript may, after all, hold a genuine message.
Scientists say they found linguistic patterns they believe to be meaningful words within the text.
Article at BBC News
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
dEUS - Sirens
And the sirens always sing
The chants from heaven
Not expecting to be heard
But the love that it won't bring
Will make hearts sever
of those who go...
The sweet call of the distant shore
They don't know what they're wishing for
If they knock on the devil's door
They better make sure they got something to say
Everybody has a life to fill
They hate waiting and they can't sit still
And what is time but something to kill
Until it's nothing left and the night has the last laugh
They all know when it comes to you
The lucky ride only takes a few
why have a soul when it's yours to lose
you gotta pick your fight you got work to do
Some say that they're running away
From what or where now they wouldn't say
In their minds they're never late
Cause there ain't no one that is waiting for them
And the sirens always sing
The chants from heaven
Not expecting to be heard
But the love that it won't bring
Will make hearts sever
of those who go...
Pale riders in a lonely mist
I bet the spanish have a word for this
An abandon that they can't resist
But they're not so tough I heard things about them
Some say that they're running away
From what or where now they wouldn't say
On a road trip you cannot stray
But you can get lost trying to find your way home
A virtue and a sin
The sails will shiver
The promises will burn
And underneath the skin
The heart will quiver
of those who roam
And the sirens always sing
The chants from heaven
Not expecting to be heard
But the love that it won't bring
Will make hearts sever
Of those who go...
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