A new drawing, “Optimist/Pessimist.”
Yes...so much yes -drools-
I wanted to make Church’s say “Boo, Motherfucker” but it wouldn’t let me :(
Rule 1. Always post the rules
Rule 2. Answer the questions asked of you
Rule 3. Ask 11 new questions
Rule 4. Tag 11 more people
Rule 5. Let them know you’ve tagged them
Questions I have been asked…
Here weeeee go!
If you could chose, what would your last meal be?
Kid you not I'd say "Your Souls...and a bigggggggass steak with cake"
Who was the all time sexiest president of the US?
Hmmm... future me ;) but otherwise I'd be cheap and say Kenn.
What’s the most attractive quality someone can have?
Colinablity, the characteristic of being able to put up with my crazy bipolar devious ass lol
What do you wish you could be doing now?
Hmm... to game or eat? Would you join me in conquering the world?
NOPE! Well maybe help you then beat you and take it for myself s I could make a joke out of it
Opinion on socializing?
I love it, but if people aren't going to keep contact then I'm not gonna waste anymore time
Favorite color?
Black, White, Teal, Maroon, orange :3
How are you feeling?
Content and kinda happy
Do you want a tattoo?
Eh, no need for one
of what?
It'd have to be something really important to me
Can you tell me a joke?
...Billy's Baloon
When is your birthday?
September 18
Sadly I no have many friends so :p
Hall thrusters are advanced electric rocket engines primarily used for station-keeping and attitude control of geosynchronous communication satellites and space probes. Recently, the launch of two satellites based on an all-electric bus has marked the debut of a new era – one in which Hall thrusters could be used not just to adjust orbits, but to power the voyage as well. Consuming 100 million times less propellant or fuels than conventional chemical rockets, a Hall thruster is an attractive candidate for exploring Mars, asteroids and the edge of the solar system.
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Ref: Optimization of a wall-less Hall thruster. Applied Physics Letters (27 October 2015) |DOI: 10.1063/1.4932196
Personally I'd pick Deadpool and Carnage
Eros
a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love
Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once
Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity
Pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart
Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers
Agape selfless altruistic love; spiritual
Oh god I be seeing myself in this
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
My ipods, those things are creatures all their own
Yeah... I'm gonna go for this on Halloween... Thanks to Mika for this stunning picture
A few years ago, before the troubles, before the pointing and bickering, and long before I was the always shifting fragmented images you all like to believe you know... Long before all of that mess I happened to be laying on a small couch. I was in the daggy, cold, and yet cozy basement of an dorm in San Fran, where a photo was taken of me as I laid. I wouldn't had thought that I'd be noticed, franky I've forgotten that at my heart I'm "antisocial". I've grow to reconize how much I where my heart on my sleeve that the memory of such instances seem to take on a new form. I have never been one to be upfront, I dont know how to be and I'm too afraid to do so. I grew up in conditions that forced me to be that way, to mumble when I want to scream, to smile when crying is all I can bare, to help when I want to die, to survive even when doing so brings only more pain to me. The darkness inside of me, that antisocial divide within, that was my soul, the part of me I locked away as I lead a life to blend and "socialize" with people even when I haven't the slightest go-damn clue how to do so... I come off as intense, overly serious, angry, dramatic, stupid, whatever that the title of the day happens to be... Yet, I'm only acting how I dreamt I'd be. I am the man I dreamt to be, but sadly reality doesn't sit well with my childhood dreams, for the friends, the adventures, and even the affections I've wanted to experierence all came with many burns and scars. To the youth in me, my idea of good future for myself was someone who wasn't on the corner smoking crack and who would always try to be with his friends to the very end, and that maybe if I was caring and strong enough I'd reach the point where people would come to respect that, and I'd be able to make friends who wouldnt use me, or hurt me, or make fun of me. I never had the pleasure of being alone, I was always alone. Talking to myself, talking to things I could never be sure were there, talking and dreaming and thinking of the things and people I'd become involved with my future. In school I was weird, akward, ugly, a mutt, a retard, a fag, so many words and abusive actions where used against me even before I could understand them. I was the pasting fancy, I'd have friends for maybe two weeks at most, the new kids who'd quickly realize my status and leave me. Yet, when I think of these times I realize how much I didn't mind, things were always better. I was always getting stronger, and in a way I am... You see this picture means so much to me because this was where my life changed, and I started to gain what I've become now, I'm still antisocial, a freak, ans a oddity sure... but at least I'm more human then the programed robots I meet now... So I guess what I'm trying to say is that everyone has a snapshot, maybe a self pic, or a family photo, or maybe a picture from someone you grew to love... No matter what always be willing to keep going, to always want the best for others, and to always be willing to forgive- breathing the winds of creation and peace from the torrent of both flaming hate and chilling watery love...
Think I want to do that for my house
(via Beelog)