If not it is a massive hysteria and panic causing phenomena, it has been disclosed recently that there is an exploitable bug in the SSL encryption code and it has been there for years...
this means hackers could easily mine sensitive information out of encrypted data running in the wires or stored on distant servers...user names, passwords and credit card information...
People lost their minds when they first heard of it
I checked all my sites with the link on the bbc news homepage and I think the only one that was breached, so to speak, was tumblr.
So no worry there.
What is with that "real man" shit.. what? The rest are fake? Having a beard? Not news. Shaving a beard? Ditto.People pull that shit with women too. "Real" women have curves.."real" women have thigh gaps... "real" men have six packs. Ugh. Everyone is real, stopping insinuating because someone is not up to your standards of beauty they are not a real man or woman.
Mood: minor hissy fit Music: marilyn manson-the beautiful people
I find shit like that very annoying. It's all a bunch of Schoolyard bullshit... making yourself feel validated by putting someone else down...When will people learn that acting like a dick is hardly ever impressive?
No culture can live, if it attempts to be exclusive.
Alternative culture can be a mental ghetto. People get into it and make all these rules and pretty soon they’re worse than born again Christians and have stupid three hour conversation about things like, which band is a sellout and is straight edge cool or un-cool and it’s just completely idiotic. So while the counterculture has taught me the aesthetic of the outsider, which is great, but it’s also taught me not to get involved in petty little cults.
“Maybe I’m a prehistoric monster by being an individual. It’s highly likely. All I offer to others is their own individuality. Grab it!” – John Lydon
defy your own group ,rebel against yourself!
April 09, 2014, 04:31:am
I always found this funny growing up (and still do) ... People and their little cliques.... I always wondered how it worked... Does one alter themselves based on what a certain scene "allows" them to do/say/wear/whatever? OR do they seek out a clique based on their existing characteristics? Either way, it's all fucking stupid, to me... I mean... why bother with that kind of shit? it's pointless and it means nothing. When people just casually "tag" themselves in conversation... I just want to tell them to fuck off. What I mean is... people who randomly tell you "I'm emo" or "i'm goth" ... shit like that. I knew this guy who was obsessed with labeling everyone he met and informing people that he was "crust punk" its like dude... what the fuck are you talking about. lolol
... the song's kinda gay, the movie is something for girlies, but this version is awesome!
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Normally I'm no fan of this advertising, but you really should check out his stuff.
Far beyond "just good"!
So come and get it , come and get it, take it from me
If you want it bad enough you'll try and find away
So if you need it gotta take it from me
I got it all, I got the cure for your disease
So just forget it, just forget what they say
It doesn't matter, no it doesn't matter anyway
It's just another, just another fucked up day
Look in the mirror see the product of society!
One chance, one time to admit it
You can't resist because your so goddamn addicted
The light's not so bright unless you abuse it
You can't admit that your a goddamn loser of life
I'm not crazy
It's just mixed emotions
And I gotta get em outta my head
So come get it, come and get it from me
If you want it bad enough you'll find a better way
Just to get a... just to get another fix
I got it all, I got the high you can't resist
You don't get it, you just don't get it you see
You got your problems , yet you blame then on society
You don't get it you just don't get it you see
You got your problems, but you can't blame then on society
Last chance, last time to admit it
Got to admit that your so goddamn addicted
The light ain't so bright unless you abuse it
You can't admit that your a goddamn loser
I want you to ask me. Although you may not understand the answer... Desolate. You are walking through streets of a desolate city that you have always lived in, and yet you don't know your way around. It's bright and dusty, and despite the sheer volume of things going on, it's quiet and surprisingly bland. It's what you might imagine a city would look like after a nuclear war. As you walk around, you see people who are shuffling about, although you can't tell where they are going or what they are trying to accomplish. And unfortunately, everyone's faces look almost the same. There are people you have known your whole life, and yet when you look at them, their faces are so similar that sometimes it takes several seconds to tell one from the other. One thing you do know about this place is that there are rituals, rules, and restrictions which seem (to you, at least), to be highly illogical. The unfortunate thing is that violations of this conglomeration of protocol can have highly detrimental consequences. But because the rules seem illogical, it's difficult to predict what is and is not ok. The laws are easy to follow because regardless of the logic, they are clearly defined. It's the unwritten rules which are almost scary, because violating them means losing a job, ruining a relationship, and ridicule. They speak your language in this place, but that doesn't mean communication comes easily. Many of the words still mean the same thing, but there are just enough differences that while you know misunderstandings are very possible, it's difficult to know when the misunderstanding is actually occurring. Unfortunately, the people around you don't know that these misunderstandings are possible, so although you are on alert, the other people around you are sure that you mean what they think you mean. And when you try to clarify, it only becomes more confusing to them. Add to this that the others are physically accustomed to the debris of the nuclear mess, but it makes you very sick. The others can't understand why sometimes you have to wear a mask, so you are ridiculed for that, too. You may even lose your job for wearing it. (But you'll also lose your job for being out sick from not wearing your mask.) There are many beautiful dimensions to the strange world, but they need to be found. They are secret places that are hard to find. Like the colorful butterfly garden hidden in a warehouse, and the sunrise which you can only see with your blinder goggles on. There is grass between your toes, but only when your eyes are closed. There are things which you see in this place which you love, so you cling to them. When you see a blooming tree with pink blossoms, you spend many hours sitting under it because it shelters you from the blistering sun, distracts you from the others passing by, and calms you in a way that the others just don't understand. But you cling to it nonetheless. As you walk around the streets of this frightening place, you are pretty sure there are others like you. Although they, like you, are hiding. Some are hidden in nooks and crannies. Others like you congregate in pockets, but no one knows there whereabouts because once they go into their preferred pocket, they never come out again. In their pockets of people there is color and music and laughing. And it's completely up to you to find them. If your parents are like you they could have helped you learn about this odd place. But they aren't, as they are like the rest of the others. They didn't know how to help you, or even what you needed help with in the first place. So your life is like this, and your parents try to cope with helping you down the right street if you get lost. "BUT I NEED MORE HELP THAN THAT!!" you keep shouting. But as much as they love you, all they know how to do is point you down a different street, which may or may not get you where you are going at that moment. Or maybe they were like you. If they were, they taught you about this place, showed you where the pockets of people are, and how to hide your mask. They knew what you would need to know as you grow, so they knew how to help you. Maybe your parents were like the others but knew about people like you. So they did the best they could for you, with what they had. And for you, it was good enough. What happens when your parents die? You are alone in this place. Imagine this was your world. Now ask me what it's like to live a life as an adult with Autism. Although, you may not understand the answer.
Near to three hours down the gym, WTF is wrong with me *looks in the mirror* o nothing at all hello muscles. Seriously though I need to spend less time down there or I am going to get nothing else done. A Flaire has got to eat something you know p.s. Look at the moon right now it looks like a big cats eye