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The girls in Totoro die halfway through the movie. Mind. Blown.

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This is exactly what I want to spend my Tax Refund on. For Serious.

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I don't normally reshare stuff but this is sooooooooo trippy
If your brain works normally

This is another example of an amazing illusion!!! The last sentence is so true.

If your eyes follow the movement of the rotating pink dot, the dots will remain only one color, pink.

However if you stare at the black '+ ' in the center, the moving dot turns to green.
Now, concentrate on the black ' + ' in the center of the picture. After a short period, all the pink dots will slowly disappear, and you will see only a single green dot rotating.

It's amazing how our brain works. There really is no green dot, and the pink ones really don't disappear. This should be proof enough, we don't always see what we think we see.
Reshare this to all of your friends and amaze them.

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I know some people have strong opinions against the Occupy movement, but I thought this was beautiful...

From the series--USA--2011

The paradoxes

When you camp out,
the elements will come to you,
the wind will sneak in with its cold fangs,
clawing at the margins of your tent,
the rain will find you
and drench your makeshift shelter,
it will drop its thuds on your roof,
it will mock you for doing what you are doing,
"Why," it will inquire, "Do you persist in your foolishness?"

and voices from far away will become a force,
waves of dissent against the dissent,
malcontents versus the discontent,
the proper ones-- straight-- confronting
the crooked ones-- slanted,

they will plant themselves-
the proper ones--
in the public square you occupy,
they will turn their cameras on you--
your failings they will magnify--
and broadcast--
you are what you fight,
you are also the other,

when you camp out, they will find you-
the "refuse" who refuse to disappear,
the ones from under the bridges--
from the subterranean hell
of how we are stratified,

from the park benches,
from the dumpsters,
from the rough neighborhoods,
thorns on their faces,
needles in their arms,
rheum in their eyes,
they will ask you without asking,
if you are what you fight,
if you are also the other--

they are trouble,
uncouth, uncut,
the uncounted--
are jagged--
they will draw blood-
they will want what you have--
what they may never have--
what they had and lost,
they are the not fully approximated percent --
from the far far side-- they are the ones
the census and the censors avoid,

the ones-from whom most eyes are averted,
the ones you didn't count-
would want to be counted,
hungry for what you have-
your tents, your clean water,
your food, your common purpose,

from the fringes--
how to get warm when it is cold,
how to survive the hurricanes,
the blizzards--
how to handle--
the violators,
the prowlers,
the interlopers,
the thieves,

they know the "how"
about the things you don't know the "how"--
about-- the things-- you never thought about--
but they are also sometimes
the thieves,
the prowlers,
the violators,
the dangers--
the proper ones foretold-

the systematic ones who hug the system--
no matter that the system has cheated them,
no matter that the system
has come apart at the seams--
the ones who say there's nothing wrong
with the way things are,
that this a passing phase,
that this is a recession's emesis--
that no one is to fault--
things happen,
come and go in cycles,
always been this way,
always will be--

The ones who say, "Told you so!"
Go home,
Be the solution not the problem."
From the land of the cliches,
the ones who claim
the public square is also theirs--
not just yours to monopolize,

you are surrounded-by these-
by the excavators--
the glare of their light,
the name callers--
their heat,
you are surrounded,
bedeviled, besieged--

by the ones looking
for the big foot in your small tents,
the complaints, the divisions,
the irritations, the fears,
the realities--
the elements you could not keep out--

the uncounted caught with you in the melee,
they are the defeated,
they are not the 99 percent,
they're not you-they're not them-
they are the incidentals and the accidentals--
they are the opportunists--

And far above,
in the sky scrapers-- the one percent,
they move stealthily in the shadows--
among their junkets,
and their pleasures,
their board games,
and their casino forays,
their deals on accelerating wheels,
above the ruins-
in the shadows they flit,

Stopping at the windows
of their speculations,
they pull the curtains now and then
framing the questions,
"Will they ever get us,
the fools?
How can they when
our freedom has been paid for?
How can they when they posted our bail--
before we were ever jailed?"

They are the one per cent,
stealthily in the shadows,
they are the oppressors and the oppressed,
they are the finders and the keepers
of the rulers behind the columns and the pillars--
they are the victors?
they're not you, they're not them,
they're the incidentals and the accidentals--
they are the opportunists.

Usha Nellore

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on 11/8/11

I was all bummed out about the debt ceiling delays but then I found out that otakon is this weekend! Welcome cosplayers!
Catonsville, Maryland

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