Paul Gauguin Hail MaryHenri Matisse Woman with a HatHenri Matisse The Window
YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT. AND WITH YOUR KARMA AN ANT IS TOO MUCH TO EXPECT.
The baby hadagainst his invisible legs was undoubtedly the same cat that he had seen a few minutes before, it was also quite clearly a tiny kitten and a fat, half-blind old moggy and every stage in between. All at once. Since it had started off small it looked like a white, catshaped carrot, a description that will have to do until people invent proper four-dimensional adjectives.
Death's skeletal hand tapped Billet gently on the shoulder. been taken back to its mother and the smith sat disconsolately watching the rain. Drum Billet scratched the cat behind its ears and thought It had been a long one, that was one of the advantages of being a wizard, and he'd done a lot of things he hadn't always felt good about. It was about time that .... I HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY, YOU KNOW, said Death, reproachfully. The wizard looked down at the cat and realized for the first time how odd it looked now. The living often don't appreciate how complicated the world looks when you are dead, because while death frees the mind from the straitjacket of three dimensions it also cuts it away from Time, which is only another dimension. So while the cat that rubbed up
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Rodney White Share a Random Moment
Rodney White Share a Random MomentUnknown Artist Woodland WalkUnknown Artist footballUnknown Artist Tango Rouge by Hamish Blakely
Cohen was staring at it. He handed the melon to the dwarf without looking at him and walked out into the sunlight. Lackjaw watched him creep stealthily around the box, or as stealthily as is possible with joints that creaked like a ship under full sail, and prod it once or twice with his sword, but very gingerly, as if he half-expected it to explode.
'It's just a box,' the dwarf called out. 'What's so special about a box?'
Cohen said nothing. He squatted down painfully and peered closely at the lock on the lid.
'What's in it?' said Lackjaw.
'You wouldn't want to know,' said Cohen. 'Help me up, will you?'
'Yes, but this box —'
'This box,' said Cohen, 'this box is—'he waved his arms vaguely.
'
'No,' said Cohen. 'It – it oughtn't to have done that.'
'I see,' said Lackjaw, who didn't, and was beginning to wish Cohen hadn't gone out into all this hot sunlight. 'It ought to have run away, you think?''Oblong?''Eldritch,' said Cohen mysteriously.'Eldritch?''Yup.''Oh,' said the dwarf. They stood looking at the box for a moment.'Cohen?''Yes?''What does eldritch mean?''Well, eldritch is—' Cohen paused and looked down irritably. 'Give it a kick and you'll see.'Lockjaw's steel-capped dwarfboot whammed into the side of the box. Cohen flinched. Nothing else happened.'I see,' said the dwarf. 'Eldritch means wooden?
Cohen was staring at it. He handed the melon to the dwarf without looking at him and walked out into the sunlight. Lackjaw watched him creep stealthily around the box, or as stealthily as is possible with joints that creaked like a ship under full sail, and prod it once or twice with his sword, but very gingerly, as if he half-expected it to explode.
'It's just a box,' the dwarf called out. 'What's so special about a box?'
Cohen said nothing. He squatted down painfully and peered closely at the lock on the lid.
'What's in it?' said Lackjaw.
'You wouldn't want to know,' said Cohen. 'Help me up, will you?'
'Yes, but this box —'
'This box,' said Cohen, 'this box is—'he waved his arms vaguely.
'
'No,' said Cohen. 'It – it oughtn't to have done that.'
'I see,' said Lackjaw, who didn't, and was beginning to wish Cohen hadn't gone out into all this hot sunlight. 'It ought to have run away, you think?''Oblong?''Eldritch,' said Cohen mysteriously.'Eldritch?''Yup.''Oh,' said the dwarf. They stood looking at the box for a moment.'Cohen?''Yes?''What does eldritch mean?''Well, eldritch is—' Cohen paused and looked down irritably. 'Give it a kick and you'll see.'Lockjaw's steel-capped dwarfboot whammed into the side of the box. Cohen flinched. Nothing else happened.'I see,' said the dwarf. 'Eldritch means wooden?
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Jean Beraud Le Bal Mabile
Jean Beraud Le Bal MabileJean Beraud Jeune femme traversant le boulevardJean Beraud A Game of BilliardsHenri Rousseau The Football Players
She looked up at Rincewind and scowled.
Then he sensed something. Perhaps it was a barely heard footstep behind him, perhaps it was movement reflected n her eyes – but he ducked.
Something whistled through the air where his neck had been and glanced off Twoflower's bald head. Rincewind spun round to see the archdruid readying his sickle for another swing and, in the absence of any hope of running away, lashed out desperately with a foot.
It caught the After a moment he said, from his prone position, 'Don't just shtand there, you daft bitcsh – help me up.' Much to Rincewind's amazement, and almost certainly to hers as well, she did so.
Rincewind, meanwhile, was trying to rouse Twoflower. There was a graze druid squarely on the kneecap. As the man screamed and dropped his weapon there was a nasty little fleshy sound and he fell forward. Behind him the little man with the long beard pulled his sword from the body, wiped it with a handful of snow, and said, 'My lumbago is giving me gyp. You can carry the treashure.''Treasure?' said Rincewind weakly.'All the necklashes and shtuff. All the gold collarsh. They've got lotsh of them. Thatsh prieshts for you,' said the old man wetly. 'Nothing but torc, torc, torc. Who'she the girl?''She won't let us rescue her,' said Rincewind. The girl looked at the old man defiantly through her smudged eyeshadow.'Bugger that,' he said, and with one movement picked her up, staggered a little, screamed at his arthritis and fell over.
She looked up at Rincewind and scowled.
Then he sensed something. Perhaps it was a barely heard footstep behind him, perhaps it was movement reflected n her eyes – but he ducked.
Something whistled through the air where his neck had been and glanced off Twoflower's bald head. Rincewind spun round to see the archdruid readying his sickle for another swing and, in the absence of any hope of running away, lashed out desperately with a foot.
It caught the After a moment he said, from his prone position, 'Don't just shtand there, you daft bitcsh – help me up.' Much to Rincewind's amazement, and almost certainly to hers as well, she did so.
Rincewind, meanwhile, was trying to rouse Twoflower. There was a graze druid squarely on the kneecap. As the man screamed and dropped his weapon there was a nasty little fleshy sound and he fell forward. Behind him the little man with the long beard pulled his sword from the body, wiped it with a handful of snow, and said, 'My lumbago is giving me gyp. You can carry the treashure.''Treasure?' said Rincewind weakly.'All the necklashes and shtuff. All the gold collarsh. They've got lotsh of them. Thatsh prieshts for you,' said the old man wetly. 'Nothing but torc, torc, torc. Who'she the girl?''She won't let us rescue her,' said Rincewind. The girl looked at the old man defiantly through her smudged eyeshadow.'Bugger that,' he said, and with one movement picked her up, staggered a little, screamed at his arthritis and fell over.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Andy Warhol dollar sign black and yellow on red
Andy Warhol dollar sign black and yellow on redAndy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes Lilac Blue GreenAndy Warhol Daisy Double PinkAndy Warhol Buttons
expect the stems haven't got the right kind of fluting, then.'
'They look okay, actually.'
'The cap, then, I expect the cap is the wrong colour,' said Twoflower.
'Not sure about that.'
'Well then, which, in the highly competitive world of magic, was pretty much the same thing. Behind every wizard of the eighth rank were half a dozen eventh rank wizards trying to bump him off, and senior wizards had to develop an inquiring attitude to, for example, scorpions in their bed. An ancient proverb summed it up: when a wizard is tired of looking for broken glass in his dinner, it ran, he is tired of life.
The oldest wizard, Greyhald Spold of the Ancient and Truly Original Sages of the Unbroken Circle, leaned heavily on his carven staff and spake thusly:why can't you eat them?'Rincewind coughed. It's the little doors and windows,' he said wretchedly, 'it's a dead giveaway.' Thunder rolled across Unseen University. Rain poured over its roofs and gurgled out of its gargoyles, although one or two of the more cunning ones had scuttled off to shelter among the maze of tiles.Far below, in the Great Hall, the eight most powerful wizards on the Discworld gathered at the angles of a ceremonial octogram. Actually they probably weren't the most powerful, if the truth were known, but they certainly had great powers of survival
expect the stems haven't got the right kind of fluting, then.'
'They look okay, actually.'
'The cap, then, I expect the cap is the wrong colour,' said Twoflower.
'Not sure about that.'
'Well then, which, in the highly competitive world of magic, was pretty much the same thing. Behind every wizard of the eighth rank were half a dozen eventh rank wizards trying to bump him off, and senior wizards had to develop an inquiring attitude to, for example, scorpions in their bed. An ancient proverb summed it up: when a wizard is tired of looking for broken glass in his dinner, it ran, he is tired of life.
The oldest wizard, Greyhald Spold of the Ancient and Truly Original Sages of the Unbroken Circle, leaned heavily on his carven staff and spake thusly:why can't you eat them?'Rincewind coughed. It's the little doors and windows,' he said wretchedly, 'it's a dead giveaway.' Thunder rolled across Unseen University. Rain poured over its roofs and gurgled out of its gargoyles, although one or two of the more cunning ones had scuttled off to shelter among the maze of tiles.Far below, in the Great Hall, the eight most powerful wizards on the Discworld gathered at the angles of a ceremonial octogram. Actually they probably weren't the most powerful, if the truth were known, but they certainly had great powers of survival
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Vincent van Gogh Olive grove I
Vincent van Gogh Olive grove IVincent van Gogh Madhouse garden of St-RemyVincent van Gogh Landscape at Auvers in the RainVincent van Gogh The Plain at Auvers
WON'T WORK, laughed a voice like the dull tolling of a funereal bell, YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN THEM.
Rincewind looked at the terrible mounted apparition grinning at him, and his mind bolted in terror.
There was a brilliant flash.
There was Help me!"
Dragging the still-unconscious tourist with him he backed away from the mob until his free hand found an oddly-shaped door handle. He twisted it and ducked through, then slammed it hard. He stared around the new room in which he found himself and met the terrified gaze of a young utter darkness.There was a soft floor under Rincewind's feet, a pink light around him, and the sudden shocked cries of many people.He looked around wildly. He was standing in some kind of tunnel, which was mostly filled with seats in which outlandishly-dressed people had been strapped. They were all shouting at him."Wake up," he hissed. "
WON'T WORK, laughed a voice like the dull tolling of a funereal bell, YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN THEM.
Rincewind looked at the terrible mounted apparition grinning at him, and his mind bolted in terror.
There was a brilliant flash.
There was Help me!"
Dragging the still-unconscious tourist with him he backed away from the mob until his free hand found an oddly-shaped door handle. He twisted it and ducked through, then slammed it hard. He stared around the new room in which he found himself and met the terrified gaze of a young utter darkness.There was a soft floor under Rincewind's feet, a pink light around him, and the sudden shocked cries of many people.He looked around wildly. He was standing in some kind of tunnel, which was mostly filled with seats in which outlandishly-dressed people had been strapped. They were all shouting at him."Wake up," he hissed. "
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