Spoliarium

I passed all my subjects for my first semester!

I’ve been brooding endlessly for the past two months on a subject. All this time, I thought I’ll be failing and re-taking Design&Color for next year, making me lag for a year, disappointing my family, and the Imperial Concordium.

But then clearance came up, and revealed to me otherwise.

I then texted my parents about the good news:

Clearance says I passed everything. XD

And they both say something like.

OH, thank the LORD!

or

Anlakas mo talaga kay Papa Jesus!

Which left me wondering, was it really God who was responsible of this victory of mine? Let’s see..

I never prayed to him, to ask for his help or anything.

In fact, I don’t believe in Him.

Well, you might say, So? God loves you even if you’re a blasphemous heretic. That’s how much he loves you!

Let’s look at my picture in contrast of the Jews Hitler killed :

They we’re devoted to their Gawd. I’m sure they prayed to him every hour of everyday, knowing that they’re a situation of genocide, and they’re not the ones who are going to be left alive. XD

Yeah, I’m sure God loved them so much. XD

Wiki wrote:

David Shore has claimed that much of the character of House was inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s iconic hero Sherlock Holmes. The comparison goes beyond the names “House” and “Holmes” and the brilliant minds balanced with disagreeable attitudes. Both are addicted to narcotics (House to Vicodin; Holmes to cocaine and opium), both have best friends with suspiciously similar names who ground them to the concerns of ordinary humans (Dr. James Wilson for House; Dr. John Watson for Holmes), both play a musical instrument (House the piano; Holmes the violin) and both have mysterious love interests in their pasts (Stacy Warner is to House as Irene Adler is to Holmes). In 2×07 - Hunting, it is even revealed that Dr. House’s apartment number is 221B, a reference to Holmes’ famous address at 221B Baker Street. Shore has also said he chose the title House (as opposed to such alternatives as Chasing Zebras) because he preferred the Holmes reference. In fact, Doyle’s inspiration for Holmes was a doctor whom he met while in the British military, who could supposedly diagnose patients without even meeting them, leading some to claim that House was not based on Holmes, but rather, Holmes was based on a real-life House. (See also: House, M.D./Gregory House.)

Speaking to a Mormon…
“You really think the guy who created heaven and earth cares what you put in your digestive tract?”
“Her dreams shouldn’t outrank my religious belief.”
“Why not? Her dream might come true.”

Later..
“You made a good argument.”
“Rational arguments don’t usually work on religious people, otherwise there would be no religious people.”
“You’re an atheist?”
“Oh yeah.. on Christmas and Easter, the rest of the time it doesn’t really matter.”
“Where’s the fun in that? A finite unmysterious universe?”
“It’s not about fun, it’s about the truth.”

http://www.skepchick.org/skepticsguide/viewtopic.php?p=120863&sid=cdb1436a15392bf48a4d7b692dc091f3

Are you a fundy?

check: Top Ten Signs That You’re a Fundy.

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10. You vigorously deny the existence of thousands of gods claimed by other religions, but feel outraged when someone denies the existence of yours.

9. You feel insulted and “dehumanized” when scientists say that people evolved from other life forms, but you have no problem with the Biblical claim that we were created from dirt.

8. You laugh at polytheists, but you have no problem believing in a Triune God.

7. Your face turns purple when you hear of the “atrocities” attributed to Allah, but you don’t even flinch when hearing about how God/Jehovah slaughtered all the babies of Egypt in “Exodus” and ordered the elimination of entire ethnic groups in “Joshua” including women, children, and trees!

6. You laugh at Hindu beliefs that deify humans, and Greek claims about gods sleeping with women, but you have no problem believing that the Holy Spirit impregnated Mary, who then gave birth to a man-god who got killed, came back to life and then ascended into the sky.

5. You are willing to spend your life looking for little loopholes in the scientifically established age of Earth (few billion years), but you find nothing wrong with believing dates recorded by Bronze Age tribesmen sitting in their tents and guessing that Earth is a few generations old.

4. You believe that the entire population of this planet with the exception of those who share your beliefs — though excluding those in all rival sects - will spend Eternity in an infinite Hell of Suffering. And yet consider your religion the most “tolerant” and “loving.”

3. While modern science, history, geology, biology, and physics have failed to convince you otherwise, some idiot rolling around on the floor speaking in “tongues” may be all the evidence you need to “prove” Christianity.

2. You define 0.01% as a “high success rate” when it comes to answered prayers. You consider that to be evidence that prayer works. And you think that the remaining 99.99% FAILURE was simply the will of God.

1. You actually know a lot less than many atheists and agnostics do about the Bible, Christianity, and church history - but still call yourself a Christian.

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Do tell if you’re a fundy.

Last Saturday, I had a meeting, a seminar of sorts, with (a very small portion of) the Wowenkho Team about silkscreening. It was useful, really, refreshing my memory on how to actually do the photo-emulsion process. And I also got to ask about prices regarding the items that I needed to produce shirt designs from silkscreen.

Mike was planning to make a simple Wowenkho design. How simple. Imagine a shirt that said:

WOW
EN
KHO
.COM

in big, fat, letters — Which was nice, really. Plain and simple, but effective enough to get someone curious about Wowenkho, and maybe get then to ask about it.

We could not exactly finish the deisgn. The silkscreen that we were actually making then always had some screw up. The emulsion won’t come out perfectly. It must’ve been that we weren’t exactly using a perfectly transparent template.

I bet you couldn’t relate.

Here’s my try in designing my own shirt. Click for larger image.

I need serious comments, please.

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There were two birds on a tree branch: Pakiripit and Pakiripat.

Pakiripat flew away. Who was left?

Pakiripit…There were two birds on a tree branch: Pakiripit and Pakiripat.

Pakiripat flew away. Who was left?

Pakiripit. (”Paki-repeat” or “Please repeat” in Filipino)

..There were etcetcetc.

There once was a time when sharing this tale to a friend was hilarious. Now, it’s just annoying.

An infinite regress! It happens when a mirror is faced perfectly parallel with another. Much like this (Do’t mind the pleasant-looking people in the picture; Mind the background):

These regresses show up in the context of Time Travel, and a Being who could know everything, and do everything (take, for example.. Uh. You know who).

Time Travel? Paano? :O

The story of Superman: Red Son depicts of this regress perfectly: In the time of.. time travel, one might want to go back in time to change some Event X, but in turn might just cause Event X in the first place, through going back in time.

An entertaining example would be a scene from Futurama (Taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Predestination_paradox) :

In the episode “Roswell That Ends Well” of the animated television series Futurama the main characters all travel back in time to Roswell in 1947. Once there, Fry becomes obsessed with protecting the man who would later become his grandfather, Enos. To this end, he shuts Enos in a deserted house in the middle of the desert, thinking that he would be safe and so would be able to have children and then grandchildren. However, Fry has in fact put Enos in a house on a nuclear testing site, and Enos is vaporized only minutes later by an atomic blast. Fry later comforts Enos’ fiancée, no longer believing her to be his future grandmother since Enos died and Fry is still alive. He later has sex with her, only to realize afterward (thanks to the Professor) that she was/will be his grandmother after all because Fry had just made her pregnant with Fry’s own father, making him his own grandfather. (Later, when Fry observes that they’re about to change history in order to return to the future, the Professor derisively says, “Oh, a lesson in not changing history from Mr. I’m-My-Own-Grandpa!”)

Another paradox that has caught my eye is he Grandfather Paradox (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grandfather_paradox)

The grandfather paradox is a paradox of time travel, first described by the science fiction writer René Barjavel in his 1943 book “Le Voyageur Imprudent” (”The Imprudent Traveller”).^[1] The paradox is this: Suppose a man traveled back in time and killed his biological grandfather before the latter met the traveller’s grandmother. As a result, one of the traveller’s parents (and by extension, the traveller himself) would never have been conceived. This would imply that he could not have travelled back in time after all, which in turn implies the grandfather would still be alive, and the traveller would have been conceived, allowing him to travel back in time and kill his grandfather. Thus each possibility seems to imply its own negation, a type of logical paradox.

It’s a bit annoying isn’t it? Actively causing this cycle.. Ugh. Frustrating.

How, let’s say that I’m this all-knowing, all-powerful being, who is bored. So I try to frustrate myself with thinking about what I’m thinking about the future.

Eh?

Let’s think about me thinking of the future: Oh, there I am, thinking about the future.. which shows me thinking about the future, about this exact future, where I am thinking about the future, showing me thinking about the future, as I think about this exact future, where I am thinki–

Eh? Argh.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.