tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23221841655425393432024-03-06T04:38:57.494+10:30Is That Cool?Hamfistedly cataloguing the strange, lost & forgotten.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.comBlogger304125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-60691030346681388112012-06-13T21:40:00.000+09:302012-06-13T21:40:51.424+09:30Sunken Wreck<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fuckin' sunken ship wrecks, bro. Underwater treasure hunting at its finest. I would love to explore a sunken ancient vessel, recover some crazy old vase with jewels inside of it. Jewels are the greatest. Deep sea archaeology sounds like an amazing profession. So does jewel smuggling. There's a whole other world down there.</div>Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-53455041728406825652012-05-13T20:55:00.000+09:302012-05-13T20:55:59.919+09:30Relaxation with Porco Rosso!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TIMGeCFJoOI/AAAAAAAAAho/HZK_stJP6OY/s1600/cove.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513257481855934690" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TIMGeCFJoOI/AAAAAAAAAho/HZK_stJP6OY/s320/cove.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 185px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
Nothing says "Paradise" like a naturally enclosed body of pure, crystal clear water. This^ image is from "Porco Rosso" the animated Miyazaki masterpiece about the Italian Half-man-Half-Pig Fighter Pilot. His "hideout" is in this lovely little cove, where he can park his plane, sit about and just listen to the wireless - being a badass.<br />
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Looks so fucken relaxing, I'd love to have one of these to retreat to, when the rat race starts getting me down. Paradise, man.<br />
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This movie is fucking amazing.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-90186545947148604132012-05-13T20:54:00.001+09:302012-05-13T20:54:57.003+09:30Nag Champa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Add this guy to the "stuff that smells really great" column (I assume you've all drawn up a column for smells somewhere in your exercise books). Nag Champa incense sticks. Boom.<br /><br />Nag Champa. It only does one thing, but it does it well. That's the greatest attribute a thing can have: being a no-nonsense, up-the-guts, straight shooter. And that's Nag Champa all the way, bro. Get some, burn it, then hang out. That's all there is to it.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-34270649728918898372012-02-25T16:05:00.000+10:302012-02-25T16:07:38.552+10:30Making An Entrance!<div style="text-align: center;">
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Dude, imagine being able to bring an epic level of fanfare every time you turn up anywhere. It would be so much fun to add production values to real life like that. Heavy metal theme song, fireworks, flames, lighting effects and signature taunting would be epic. Surrounded by heavily muscled roman guards. I want that every time I enter a room. Forever.<br />
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No holds barred, motherfucker. Just such a spot-on way to indtimidate 50,000 people at once. Maybe on my 60th birthday my family can buy me this as a grand entrance. Or maybe they can set it up for the day I enter prison.<br />
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I'm not even a Zelda guy. That's the fucked up thing. Although I might be soon, after hearing a little about old mate Ganon (also known as Ganondorf). The king of evil.<br />
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Ganondorf is the embodiment of a demon called Ganon, an all powerful warlord with aspirations for domination of Hyrule. Usually, this includes capturing Princess Zelda, acquiring the Triforce of Power, and generally/ultimately being thwarted by Link (duh). Lots of cool shit going on, all over the place. Ganon appears in plenty of different forms, too! So he's a pretty cool badass as he stands above, but here's Phantom Ganon, on a horse. Horse!<br />
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Dick with this:<br />
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And one more for good luck, Ganon the Demon-Pig Behemoth!:<br />
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<br />Think twice before crossing paths with this motherfucker, that's for sure. He'll get ya good.<br /><br />For more total badasses, click <a href="http://isthatcoool.blogspot.com/search/label/total%20badasses">here</a>.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-81699897305619753082011-09-26T00:31:00.000+09:302011-09-27T16:57:21.213+09:30The Horror from the HillsHey, so I found this amazing list the other day. Its called the "List of Great Old Ones", and it was originally created by H.P Lovecraft, and expanded by his band of followers throughout literary history. Its essentially a compendium of names and descriptions of deities belonging to the "Cthulhu Mythos". Now, that probably won't mean much to you unless you're some sort of terrible Satanic Sci-Fi geek - but believe me, its objectively one of the bigger goldmines that the internet has offered up since eBay.<br />
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Watch out! Its CHAUGNAR FAUGN! Also known by the epithet "The Horror from the Hills". Firstly, Chaugnar is a motherfucking badass. Secondly, he's a humanoid elephant with horribly grotesque features, combining the worst aspects of octopus, elephant, and human being. Also he's made of "night", or something. He moves incredibly fast for his size and <b>will </b>drain the blood of any being it encounters. Especially <u>YOU</u>.<br />
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Chaugnar Faugn falls into the category of "black magic" mythology, stories that were whispered amongst the endarkened (opposite of enlightened, is that cool? I might have just invented a word...) rather than passed along as regular legends like the Hydra/Minotaur/Larry Bird.<br />
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Seriously, grimoires are the best things ever. Way better than textbooks. I'd much rather have studied black magic than "Society & Environment". Then maybe all these bloody talismans would come in handy once in a while.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-76463612855380468452011-09-17T17:00:00.000+09:302011-09-27T17:03:29.034+09:30"Project Rainbow"Hey there, so have you ever wanted to drive around in an <i>invisible </i>battleship? There's only one answer, and its "Yes."<br />
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So it turns out, that the U.S. Navy destroyer <i>USS Eldridge</i> is believed to be the first significant object successfully (or pseudo-successfully, I guess) "cloaked". Cloaking is a fictional process in which an object, usually something epic like a spaceship or a tank - is rendered invisible to the electromagnetic spectrum. So yeah, lets totally defy physics and inivisble a fucking ship, we'll see how that goes.<br />
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So, the Navy decided, based on something called the "Unified Field Theory", to use electrical generators to bend light around the object in order to make invisible. The story goes, that a test in July of 1943, resulted in the Eldridge being almost completely cloaked, with witnesses reporting a green fog appearing in its place.<br />
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But this is where it becomes awesome. It is said that when the ship reappeared, sailors were actually <b><i>embedded </i></b>in the metal of the ship, including one sailor who ended up on a deck level below that where he began, with his hand embedded in a steel girder. At that point, it is said that the experiment was altered at the request of the Navy, with the new objective being solely to render the Eldridge invisible to radar. Unfortunately for me, none of these claims have been officially substantiated.<br />
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This whole thing, popularly referred to as "The Philadelphia Experiment" or "Project Rainbow", has been surpressed/disproved/abandoned over the years, but remains a point of discussion & debate for conspiracy theorists to this day. I'm totally going to break into Area 51 one day, and do some snooping around for myself... Then we'll see what's what.
Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-32608475375443192182011-09-16T14:30:00.000+09:302011-09-16T14:38:14.208+09:30The Mountain of the DeadSo I've already gone and blown my own mind with the title of this post, but there's a little more to explain before we all strip off and run screaming into the snow. <i>The Mountain of the motherfucking <b>Dead</b></i>. Today I'm referring specifically to Kholat Syakhl, a mountain pass in which some seriously macabre shit took place. I know, who would be crazy enough to expect sunshine, bluebirds and survival on "The Mountain of the Dead"? Nobody, that's who - even still, the poor souls who did fall victim to the pass would have a pretty good story to tell if they were English-speaking ghosts. Lets do this thing:<br />
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So, It all begins fairly innocently, with a group of 9 experienced Ski hikers setting out into the great white Russian wilderness. Diary entries for he days leading up to the "event" have been found. It is reported that after becoming lost due to snowblindness (boom), the hikers set up camp to weather a <a href="http://isthatcoool.blogspot.com/2010/03/ice.html">blizzard </a>of some kind. Here's what the inquest into the demise of the group reveals <i>(paraphrased from http://en.wikipedia.org/Dyatlov_Pass_Incident)</i> :<br /><p></p>
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Holy ghost! So, I'm led to believe - based on this cryptic but "officially gathered" evidence, that the hikers were involved in some kind of <i><b>RADIOACTIVE BLIZZARD MADNESS</b></i>? I guess so. Such an incredible & mysterious way to go out, on the mountain of the dead, sprinting through the snow barefoot with newfound radioactive superhuman strength/bloodlust. I'm forced to believe there's no other sensible explanation. Here's something else <i>(wikipedia is my/your best friend)</i> :<br />
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So yeah, you go to the Mountain of the Dead, you get explosively dramatic results. Lets go! Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-29750523956116765972011-08-01T12:48:00.007+09:302011-08-01T21:36:23.058+09:30Total Badasses: Kiss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0toiPShl-9o/TjYbnhwYxFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Y1_tUR_dL7k/s1600/kiss-7659%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0toiPShl-9o/TjYbnhwYxFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Y1_tUR_dL7k/s320/kiss-7659%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635722349590922322" /></a><br />Kiss, man. Such a fucking powerful musical force. The greatest American theatrical-rock band of all time. Starchild. Demon. Spaceman. Catman. KISS!<br /><br />What I love about Kiss is their schtick is what got them over with fans. Not so much their (admittedly pretty amazing at times) pop sensibility or musicianship, its the whole fucking gimmick. Its incredible. They're more of a disco band than a metal band. They're more "Queen" than "Sabbath". What they are is the all-powerful essence of live musical pageantry.<br /><br />So, Kiss. They're badasses. Doing their own thing and basically kicking pure ass despite never increasing in relevance. But never decreasing, either. Just nailing the verse, nailing the chorus, and genuinely just being Kiss. <span style="font-style:italic;">KISS!</span><br /><br />Check out this sweet, sweet, epic disco jam. Not metal. Totally underrated guitar solo, too.<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kNGNLo8K6Fk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />For more total badasses, click <a href="http://isthatcoool.blogspot.com/search/label/total%20badasses">here</a>.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-68053135984993213832011-07-25T10:33:00.006+09:302011-07-25T10:47:40.453+09:30Death Throes!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9eMGPRIho0/TizBIEjzDrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ur-uHUcqCZ0/s1600/archaeopteryx%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9eMGPRIho0/TizBIEjzDrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ur-uHUcqCZ0/s320/archaeopteryx%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633089578340650674" /></a><br />Another morbid one, guys. Motherfucking <span style="font-style:italic;">DEATH THROES</span>. So, before I go off and form a Doom Metal band, I'll run this by you - pretty much, this unfortunate <a href="http://isthatcoool.blogspot.com/2010/09/archaeopteryx.html">Archaeopteryx </a>(pictured above) has come to the end of his life. And since he's now a beautifully arranged fossil, paleontologists have been able to study him and figure a few things out about evolution. But never mind that, this poor old fellow is sprawled out in what is called the "Death Throes".<br /><br />Death Throes: A violent last-ditch spasm before the <a href="http://isthatcoool.blogspot.com/2010/08/grim-reaper.html">Grim Reaper</a> arrives and leaves you in the dust. Epic. Putting it all out there on the line in the final hour. Parting with very bit of energy you've got left, and adding a little drama to the final arrangement of your limbs. Death Throes. Mine are going to be epic, I might try and leap out of a window or something.<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nTuEhW6GvVQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Here's the extinction (containing at least one Death Throe, at 6:40) according to Disney's "Fantasia" - except this uploader's been awesome and decided that Rush would be a great soundtrack. 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Basically its a way to preserve the image of a person who's passed, by making a last-minute cast of their face, immediately following death. They have been used as mementos of the dead, forensic research items, and a reference for post-mortem portraiture. Morbid.<br /><br />There's also apparently a "life mask" which is cool, except less morbid, and probably less useful since you can just look at their living face if you really need to. Also, if I'm honest - a photograph would probably suffice.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Death Mask</span>. Awesome superhero/wrestler name, too.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-84599319868646558502011-07-12T18:51:00.004+09:302011-07-12T19:14:40.357+09:30Total Badasses: CM Punk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R96a9h19ILU/ThwTar7-xYI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Q3OnpZ1SGvM/s1600/123.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R96a9h19ILU/ThwTar7-xYI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Q3OnpZ1SGvM/s320/123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628394983498106242" /></a><br />So, a new king of modern sports entertainment has been crowned, or so it seems. I've mentioned WWE and wrestling in general (neither of the 'W's in WWE stand for wrestling anymore) - and all of my previous posts have been about the past glories of a few breakthrough WWE stars. Over the last fortnight I've been lucky enough to witness the dawn of what could be an entirely new era. The man at the helm is CM Punk. Here's him "speaking his mind" before his final PPV appearance on Sunday.<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mw8LFHSj6m0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />So he's just strutted out there onto the set of a live television show, and gone on a 10 minute verbatim rant about how much his boss, his colleagues and the industry are just... well, fucked. He (almost) breaks character and kayfabe about 200 times and doesn't get cut off 'til the last second. Hmmmm. Anyways, regardless of whether this was real or 'worked', it was an incredible piece of promo work. Big time. A really big deal.<br /><br />So here I am, a long standing fan of Punk's - waiting to see if the WWE has pulled off an incredible on-screen acknowledgement of their mistreatment of their talent and their fans, or just let a very serious embarrasment happen at the hands of their most well-rounded performer. I'd love to let it rip on my boss like that.<br /><br />For more total badasses, click <a href="http://isthatcoool.blogspot.com/search/label/total%20badasses">here</a>.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-30947140217782247492011-07-11T22:43:00.006+09:302011-07-12T00:49:44.573+09:30BridgesNo, not Beau Bridges you idiot, regular bridges!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a1YzHNoGMqg/Thr4c4CT0BI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fTKZEd7BHMg/s1600/tower_bridge%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a1YzHNoGMqg/Thr4c4CT0BI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fTKZEd7BHMg/s320/tower_bridge%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628083859314954258" /></a><br />Here's the thing about Civilization... From what I understand you reproduce a whole bunch and have your children grow up and become grown humans. You all work together, plant seeds, breed livestock and basically obliterate your parcel of land for all the resources it has. Then you build roads so you can sell your apples and pigs to neighbouring villages and then those roads need to cross a river because there's better grain on the other side maybe, so you need to build passageways everywhere all around the world so that civilization can function, or something<a href="http://isthatcoool.blogspot.com/2001/01/bridges-part-2.html">.</a><br /><br />Right, so basically you need to build bridges spanning these physical obstacles. And then cities emerged and these incredible bridges got built.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGncJpqxNLs/ThsRFQSnypI/AAAAAAAAAww/rq5x1ieLGMk/s1600/bridge-141%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGncJpqxNLs/ThsRFQSnypI/AAAAAAAAAww/rq5x1ieLGMk/s320/bridge-141%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628110941299657362" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gylEZUo3f5o/ThsRTCsjobI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Z5Dv2GdGrTs/s1600/dubai-bridge-1%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gylEZUo3f5o/ThsRTCsjobI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Z5Dv2GdGrTs/s320/dubai-bridge-1%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628111178168508850" /></a><br /><br />Bridges.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-8629368407645982572011-07-11T20:32:00.003+09:302011-07-11T22:37:28.043+09:30Chewing GumIf I had to state what my favourite category in the world is (and I've definitely laboured night & day over this), its probably "useless things that have somehow survived the test of time", like windmills. Here's another. Chewing gum.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfCPvYiTk2g/ThrzHgoiQlI/AAAAAAAAAwY/A74dngNKaW0/s1600/still-dont-like-bubblegum%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfCPvYiTk2g/ThrzHgoiQlI/AAAAAAAAAwY/A74dngNKaW0/s320/still-dont-like-bubblegum%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628077994697441874" /></a><br />What is it made of? What does it do? Nobody knows. But what I <span style="font-weight:bold;">do</span> know, is that it looks and feels fucking cool-as-balls to chew. Just try and deny it. See? You can't.<br /><br />Chewing gum. It only does one thing, but it does it better than you.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-55606307935651064282011-07-11T18:31:00.001+09:302011-07-11T22:33:16.854+09:30"The Captain's Table"Imagine being invited to dine at the Captain's table....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5LYdpchCDY/ThrvrqpJmCI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Ks-tkrYKRHM/s1600/sea-captain%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5LYdpchCDY/ThrvrqpJmCI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Ks-tkrYKRHM/s320/sea-captain%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628074217813153826" /></a><br />It would be so awesome, even if you were on some sort of dinky cruise ship, you'd totally love it. Just like <a href="http://isthatcoool.blogspot.com/2010/02/pilots.html">pilots</a>, Ship Captains (of ships that are big and nice and don't smell bad) are just a wicked different class of dudes. And I'm all about class, obviously. So yeah, sit down with the Captain during the ship's "Maiden Voyage"... also awesome... and just tuck in to the "catch of the day". Fuck, Sea imagery is so spot on, man.<br /><br />Also this: Apparently Sea Captains have never, at any point ever been able to legally perform weddings. What the fuck? That's totally a older-than-time myth. Not only that, but the rules and regulations actually state that a Captain should specifically NOT attempt to perform a marriage at sea. Which is hilarious, because it suggests that some captains have been a bit "caught up in the moment" and given it a go. :)<br /><br />Tonight's research really did crush my hopes and dreams of being a Wedding-cruise operator. Oh well, drawing board ahoy!Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-7656212174953605022011-01-08T20:54:00.003+10:302011-01-08T22:53:04.189+10:30Mass Extinction!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSg7iH4OsCI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/xvKNQ5eL-sM/s1600/asteroid-dinosaurs-art-100304-02%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSg7iH4OsCI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/xvKNQ5eL-sM/s320/asteroid-dinosaurs-art-100304-02%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559759197405360162" /></a><br />OK, so here it is. Actually the most terrifying thing I've ever heard of. And I mean it this time. Mass motherfucking extinction. Watch out for it.<br /><br />The K-T event, or "Cretaceous–Tertiary extinction" event - is the most widely recognized occurrence of mass extinction in Earth's history. 75% of all species (all the god-damn Dinosaurs) on the planet were wiped out over the course of... well, a relatively short period of time. Most fossil records seem to point to some sort of rapid geological event, which hit Earth's "reset button" and left the Birds and Mammals to thrive in the new age.<br /><br />My best bet is that it all happened because of some sort of crazy space rock, falling to Earth and completely fucking everyone up. There's a nicely placed 1.6km deep "smash hole" in the Yucatán Peninsula of Mexico, with Shocked Quartz in the rock bed. Could be the best clue. That's all I'm saying.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-492564360852964372011-01-08T20:30:00.004+10:302011-01-09T15:43:25.838+10:30Reticulated Python<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSg1swPd4xI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lyRgJLZI_4Y/s1600/Bat%252BEater%252BReticulated%252BPython%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSg1swPd4xI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lyRgJLZI_4Y/s320/Bat%252BEater%252BReticulated%252BPython%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559752782969168658" /></a><br />You're an African Reticulated Python! Yes you Are! You're so reticulated!<br /><br />This is the biggest species of python on the planet, so it can pretty confidently just swoop in and claim the title of the biggest species of BADASS on the planet. These motherfuckers can devour an entire Nyala in one sitting. Nyalas aren't small.<br /><br />So, yeah. Lets get this over with:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjDFjQSCW9A?fs=1&hl=en_GB&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjDFjQSCW9A?fs=1&hl=en_GB&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-71185643192610409882011-01-06T13:58:00.006+10:302011-01-06T14:11:06.385+10:30Rome<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSU24gKS1DI/AAAAAAAAAus/oxwm6poIonA/s1600/Rome%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSU24gKS1DI/AAAAAAAAAus/oxwm6poIonA/s320/Rome%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558909659392431154" /></a><br />Rome. There's some serious evidence of "the magic of civilization" there, man. Its like the city itself is one of those cabinets people keep in their houses with all the valuable trinkets and china inside. Except this one has ancient buildings, statues and fountains, all with incredible backstories.<br /><br />Now, everyone knows I'm a sucker for mythology, but any city founded by <span style="font-style:italic;">a guy raised by motherfucking WOLVES</span> gets my vote. Basically, these two boys were left in the cold to die. A She-Wolf came along and picked up the slack, which was nice of her - and reared the boys back to health. They decided at some point to get started on a city.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSU4ChJFi8I/AAAAAAAAAu4/ksUliIEJa9E/s1600/romulus_remus101%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSU4ChJFi8I/AAAAAAAAAu4/ksUliIEJa9E/s320/romulus_remus101%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558910930966121410" /></a><br />They couldn't agree on which hill to build it on, so Romulus killed Remus, to avoid a drawn-out argument about it. I've got brothers, and violent hill-arguments happen all the time, no big deal. Anyways, seems like Romulus' hill was the right choice, because eventually a fore-runner of the "epic city" movement was born. Rome.<br /><br />I really want to visit Rome one day, and I hope the mythology & magic in the air translates as well as I've let myself believe it will. It really would've been the "centre of the universe" for a good period of time. That's fucking amazing.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-49914837954140772802011-01-06T13:40:00.004+10:302011-01-06T13:45:18.420+10:30Hot Air Balloons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSUyu8ZjkZI/AAAAAAAAAug/YpcBt7Tuqfk/s1600/hot%252Bair%252Bballoon%252Bride%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSUyu8ZjkZI/AAAAAAAAAug/YpcBt7Tuqfk/s320/hot%252Bair%252Bballoon%252Bride%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558905097127432594" /></a><br />Up, up and away! Put these guys down as another <a href="http://isthatcoool.blogspot.com/search/label/travel">super-underrated form of transportation</a>. I would <span style="font-style:italic;">LOVE </span>to own one of these. They create a very particular kind of "skyscape" - ie. like a landscape, but in the sky, when there's so many of them cruising at once. There's something so perfect about sliently ambling (at no particularly urgent pace) across the sky, taking it all in, and generally just being pleasant.<br /><br />Pleasant stuff is the best stuff. Just chill out in a hot air balloon already, what are you waiting for?Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-80247400892667825272011-01-06T10:52:00.003+10:302011-01-06T10:59:10.542+10:30Morning Star<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSUMH4eck6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/oor1XNY4Fig/s1600/morningstar%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSUMH4eck6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/oor1XNY4Fig/s320/morningstar%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558862644617450402" /></a><br />Not the star, the weapon! The instrument of PAIN! Here comes the PAIN!<br /><br />Not because pain is so great, but calling such a badass flail a "morning star" is just about the most insane idea going around. Blunt force. Puncture attack. Morning star.<br /><br />I think I've just chosen my "zombie apocalypse survival weapon".Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-33686867426852943602011-01-04T09:19:00.008+10:302011-01-06T12:09:29.680+10:30Danny McBride<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSJTBuGgX8I/AAAAAAAAAuI/qyAbJHgvebw/s1600/main%255B1%255D.DownloadItem%2526g2_itemId%253D807433%2526g2_serialNumber%253D2"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSJTBuGgX8I/AAAAAAAAAuI/qyAbJHgvebw/s320/main%255B1%255D.DownloadItem%2526g2_itemId%253D807433%2526g2_serialNumber%253D2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558096179148906434" /></a><br />Anyone who knows me knows I love Pineapple Express. I love every single line from it, pretty much. Every single cast member has been chosen perfectly, and some of the back-and-forth dialogue in this movie is out of this motherfucking WORLD. None moreso than the segments involving the "Last American Hero", Danny McBride.<br /><br />McBride plays Red, the jerkoff who sells commercial amounts of exotic Marijuana, to Saul Silver (craftily portrayed by Hollywood Heartthrob James Franco). In addition to being one of the funniest performances of, I dunno... 2008 or whenever that movie came out, It also seems as if they just let the talent "go for it" whilst recording. It looks like a fucking fun movie to make. Dick with this:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3Z4NS_qmJ4?fs=1&hl=en_GB&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3Z4NS_qmJ4?fs=1&hl=en_GB&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />See? if its not stylishly casual Dick-and-Balls humour, its seriously weird repartee with a spirit found only in a THC romance the likes of<span style="font-style:italic;"> "Pineapple Express"</span>.<br /><br />It takes a certain charisma to handle this "fat jerk" humour. Where everything you're saying is loud, obnoxious and the unabashed truth. With Red, we've got these unlikeable qualities put forth with that I-really-don't-give-a-fuck swagger, and for me at least, its infectious as fuck. I would love to have McBride's public speaking skills... as an adult, I'd be able to convince others my lack of accomplishment is a result of "nobody knowing shit" and that my time is yet to come.<br /><br />Nobody knows shit. My time is yet to come.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-31121843675063457332011-01-04T08:58:00.003+10:302011-01-04T09:13:38.630+10:30World Tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSJODx5tKNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/UzIDfv18t2g/s1600/WorldTree%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TSJODx5tKNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/UzIDfv18t2g/s320/WorldTree%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558090716970559698" /></a><br /><br />Happy new year, folks! I spent mine in Glenworth Valley, an amazingly beautiful piece of Australian countryside, with a pretty magical forest landscape. Plus, it had a really amazing sky. Being outside of the city at night is one of the best things you can do. We saw about 100 shooting stars, it was crazy.<br /><br />Anyways, bringing in the New Year with the ghost <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10630111310417452301">Luxury Wolf</a>, we had one of the most amazing conversations I've ever been a part of. Here's the skinny:<br /><br />"Imagine there was this ENOURMOUS cosmic tree. One that spans the entire universe. It sits in the middle and its branches reach out into every corner of the universe. Now imagine if each planet, star, sun & heavenly body in the cosmos is a <span style="font-style:italic;">FRUIT </span>from this tree."<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />*pause for mind explosion*</span><br /><br />This is the greatest off-the-cuff conceptualization of the universe I think I've ever heard. I would worship the FUCK out of that tree, man. It has it all. Seems like we one day will end up writing our own religion, since I'm already more convinced this is true. More convinced than I am about Jesus and every other major religion in the world. Bam.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-89378599609691803072010-11-16T00:40:00.002+10:302010-11-16T00:50:42.337+10:30Cyclops!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TOE_b7qADYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/HF4WvAbl65w/s1600/cyclops%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TOE_b7qADYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/HF4WvAbl65w/s320/cyclops%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539778765745294722" /></a><br />A Cyclops is the name for a member of a mythical, primordial race of giants, characterized by a single eye in the middle of the forehead. The Cyclops is also a pretty cool motherfucker, if only for his fairly unimpressive "special ability", which seems to really be just its large size. See, I might be wrong, but only having one eye would almost certainly be a disadvantage, right?<br /><br />Nevertheless, they helped Zeus overthrow Chronus and the rest of the Titans, forging thunderbolts for use in the war. The Cyclopes have been thought to have designed many other mythical objects, including Apollo's bow (and arrows made of sun rays) Poseidon's trident, Artemis's bow and arrows (these are made of moonlight) and Hades's "helmet of darkness". HELMET OF DARKNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />The best bit about "Cyclop Handicrafts" though, is this excerpt from the cyclops wikipedia: "The noises proceeding from the heart of volcanoes were often attributed to the forging operations of the Cyclopes."<br /><br />Thats pretty awesome, man.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-51046761176777952352010-11-16T00:26:00.003+10:302010-11-16T00:31:47.385+10:30Spear Fishing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TOE8NkPH0GI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/YecZfn7uxNE/s1600/Myanmar-Moken-Boy-Spear-fishing-746772%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TOE8NkPH0GI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/YecZfn7uxNE/s320/Myanmar-Moken-Boy-Spear-fishing-746772%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539775220405489762" /></a><br />There's something so incredibly glorious about catching food this^^ way. Spearing a Fish. Yeah. Behaving more like one of nature's most wily predators, rather than the humans we've become used to being, geting drivethrough McDonalds. This is the way to hunt for food. Using tools that nature provides to you, making a weapon, and then impaling a fucken salmon with it. Then eating it.<br /><br />That's fucking awesome. I want to try this one day, but only if you promise I'll catch something. And you have to gut it. I can't handle that shit.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322184165542539343.post-52734488298821173612010-11-05T01:28:00.005+10:302010-11-05T01:40:54.135+10:30That Lucky Old Sun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TNLKZzHIFvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Qno5zL8xsjc/s1600/sunprom2_soho%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TNLKZzHIFvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Qno5zL8xsjc/s320/sunprom2_soho%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535709436557399794" /></a><br />The Sun is a shining fucking golden champion. He's a Solar Deity. The Sun is the most powerful thing in our galaxy, probably. In its core, the Sun fuses 430–600 million tons of hydrogen each second. The Sun is a motherfucking beast.<br /><br />The Sun gods of mythology had really awesome names... Apollo. Freyr. Sol Invictus. Helios. (a "Heliopolis" is a "Sun City". Boom) Ra. Check out Ra:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TNLMR5_YUhI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Op6L44UP10g/s1600/SunGod%5B1%5D.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPp74AFBivI/TNLMR5_YUhI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Op6L44UP10g/s320/SunGod%5B1%5D.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535711499988259346" /></a><br />What a majestic badass! Look at the "dignified pose" he's striking.<br /><br />Anyways, being "as powerful as the sun itself" is possibly the greatest thing one could ever achieve. I'm going to <span style="font-style:italic;">become </span>that.Diamond Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08221323477691277944noreply@blogger.com0