Bizarro!!

Dan Piraro is almost pure genius, Butt-kicking almost everything. The first one here is a real favourite of mine.



After the Dark Knight and the Joker.....I think this is not as uncommon as before...

Edit: For those who didn't get the Van Gogh one....

Many think that Van Gogh cut his ear off from depression after his lady love left him. The actual answer, I find on Answerbag.com

In December the two artists (Van Gogh and Paul Gaugin) visited Montpellier and viewed works by Courbet and Delacroix in the Museé Fabre. However, their relationship was deteriorating badly. They quarrelled fiercely about art. Van Gogh felt an increasing fear that Gauguin was going to desert him, and what he described as a situation of "excessive tension" reached a crisis point on December 23, 1888, when Van Gogh stalked Gauguin with a razor and then cut off the lower part of his own left ear, which he wrapped in newspaper and gave to a prostitute named Rachel in the local brothel, asking her to "keep this object carefully."[59] Gauguin left Arles and did not see Van Gogh again. Van Gogh was hospitalised and in a critical state for a few days. He was immediately visited by Theo (whom Gauguin had notified), as well as Madame Ginoux and frequently by Roulin

To be precise, it was the lobe of his left ear which he put into anenvelope and gave to a brothel wench named Rachel with these words: "Guard this object carefully." After he tried to drink a quart of turpentine in his studio, he was sent to the asylum at Saint-Remy on May 7, 1889. The doctors began to treat him with hydrotherapy for acute mania and epilepsy. A precise diagnosis of Van Gogh's illness is still unavailable,despite hundreds of conjectures. We do know a few facts:Van Gogh suffered from syphilis contracted from prostitutes off the docks at Antwerp; there was also a history of mental illness in his family. Some physicians now believe Van Gogh may have had a congenital brain lesion that was aggravated by absinthe.

Expriments with Exams.....

Aim: To check what hppens when I, Mystique, write a maths exam with minimal study. Sadly my spirit or whatever doesn't allow me to go with NO study. Which was my original plan.

Apparatus: Myst, maths notes, a i-don't-give-a-rats-ass attitude.

Theory and procedure:
After about a dozen nervous scream-around-house sessions and feelings that I didn't like much, i gave up studying, although I did glnce through my notes, which kinda invalidates the whole thing......
I decided the exam really wasn't worth th crap tension i was taking. therefore, no study. this was to be n exercise in getting over the stress and terror i go through. True, it is deep disrespect to my teahers, but whatever, this is the last year I cn experiment like this......I thought maybe it'd help if i slippd out of the tradition of last minute study crazy panic....
Result: the paper was almost ridiculous in its simplicity, even though i did leave all the trigo questions. what I did write is mostly correct. 70s expectd, and I'm happy,.
Ah how the mighty fall, just two years ago I'd get soo pissed with anything below 95.
shudder.

A for Apple, A for Aspirin.

Looks like the old adage "an apple a day keeps the doctor away" is being morphed to suit the times...."an aspirin a day keeps the doctor away"
Well, not really, only we learnt in Chem class that aspirin has an anti coagulant effect and is used by high BP patients to prevent heart attacks. Like they're told to take one daily, to lessen the chances.
Promising. The feel-good image of a deep red glossy apple, the sensation of biting into it and feeling the sweet-tart juice run down your throat, all that is now being replaced by an impersonal little pill with a bitter aftertaste. Says a lot about the life we live, doesn't it?
Our Chem teacher digressed from the lesson to say that we were all stressed beyond measure. Parents putting their kids into the grind, starting with school, at 2 and a half years, when they should be, well, kids! Running around, playing, being happy, exploring their world. Not memorising rhymes (she said.). So, is playschool really PLAYschool anymore?
I don't know.
Mine was, I think. Of course, we did learn alphabets and stuff, but it was fun. All through primary school my biggest stresses were probably friend related.
But yeah, now everything's a means to an end that'll never be there, exams in primary school, preschool even, and to what effect?
a childhood lost?

Kay's become all wise and all. Good for her, better for me.
Exams start the day after tomorrow. I have something written up which i'll post after my first paper.
meanwhile. Newest bit of work. like?

I'm trying to do photomanipulations. scavenging images and putting them together. Since, I'm angel-obsessed, putting wings on everything. After experimenting with my own pics, this is primitive attempt no. 1 with a pic of El. hoping for more. scrounge and collage.

edit: scrounged and collaged, the one on top. images scavenged from all over deviantart and put together.

Exams start next thursday. I'm so dead.

Read in the news recently: Condoms and safe sex are not even mentioned in the new sex-ed modules being planned by govt. The plan is, instead, to advocate abstinence and being faithful to a single partner.

Agreed, abstinence is the best way to avoid STDs and pregnancy, but, well, it's obvious not too many people are going to go for it. Sex is no longer the taboo, confined only to the bedroom and the mind. Once again, we're finding out just how good it is.

Monogamy, si, a noble idea. Mom gave me huge long lecture recently about how we just get into relationships for the fun, how we should focus on our lives first and not on relationships, seeing that they take up a lot of time and energy.

She's right, I suppose, and that's the reason I'm a bit scared of relationships as opposed to fling-things. Though, as kay sniffily told me, a lot of people don't share my opinion.

So yes, all this is very good and all, very good that they're FINALLY introducing sex-ed (god knows we need it....). It might be a bit giggly and embarassing at first, but it'd be infinite help, seeing that a lot of us learn about sex and other things related either from porn or from friends who are VERY open with conversation, or online on those sites that ISPs love to block. Those of us who don't, are rather confused, though no one admits it.

Sex ed would stop men in their twenties writing to the Mumbai mirror sexpert with queries like "Will kissing my girlfriend on the lips make her pregnant?" Yes, I've seen this and similar ones more than twice in the past fortnight. The reply is almost invariably a frustrated "educate yourself."

But 'tis rather strange that the words "condom" and "safe sex" get not even an honourable mention .........My tenth grade bio book went only as far as to mutter shamefacedly about copulation. One word. that's it. Our bio teacher didn't even do that part properly. but then again, that was Bio.

My point being that maybe we should be taught everything there is to know, and we should choose the path we wish to tread.

Abstinence, any takers?

Apparently not, and not all thaaaat many for borth control either.....the proof lies in our population.

Joy in a sphere.

Soap bubbles get me all excited. The kind you blow, not the kind in your bath tub. They make me feel like a little kid again. Just happy.
I don't know why, It's one of the best feelings, blowing bubbles, watching my cats swat at them....watching the kids in Tina's special ed class, the laughter on their faces....
Maybe it's the pretty colours, iridiscent rainbows, colours that no paintbox can replicate, changing every second. Maybe it's the way they fly away, light, beautiful and free, the way we all want to be....
The perfection, the uniqueness.
The fact that a thousand physics lessons can be taken from a perfect bubble.
I don't know why. It's always been able to cheer me up, blowing bubbles. Irresistable.

Me and chikki are making lists, lists of the small joys. so far i think we have....134 i think....

Edit: PS the photo is courtesy google. I didn't take it. I wish i had, though.