You may meow kiss the bride

I had the privilege of witnessing a cat wedding. This is what the last part sounded like (with a parallel English translation)

Bride and Groom

Bride and Groom

Meow meow, meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow?

Do you, Gregory Allan Meowski, take Anastasia Fillipovna to be your meowfully wedded wife?

Meow Meow

I do.

Meow meow, meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow?

Do you, Anastasia Fillipovna, take Gregory Allan Meowski to be your meowfully wedded husband?

Meow meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooow.

(sorry, tape glitch)

Meow meow.

I do.

Meow meow meow meow meow meow.

Mew may meow kiss the bride.

(lots of cat kissing. wolf whistles [meows?] from the crowd)

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Published in: on June 15, 2009 at 4:13 pm  Comments (2)  

Turtle!

How many of you saw the “Trip to Mexico” post? Well, during that time, I had the luck to see a turtle hatching and crawling towards the ocean!

A turtle

A turtle

At first, it seemed like a regular turtle, but then I got a close look at it and noticed that it looked really odd, quite unlike a normal sea turtle. A close up.

Close-up

Close-up

Since this was the only one of the species that I could find, I did the most human thing possible: I prepared and mounted it on a replica of what it’s natural habitat might look like if it wasn’t discovered by me.

Turtle Mount

It is available here, by request.

Pictures photoshopped by me,  courtesy of public domain pictures. No copyright infringement intended.

Published in: on June 13, 2009 at 11:46 pm  Leave a Comment  

Diving Trip

Diving Trip
I was on vacation in Mexico recently! I was swimming (in the Pacific Ocean, that is), sunbathing, eating overpriced tacos, everything!
It was cool! Here is a picture of me in scuba gear (). Yeah, I have a waterproof camera and someone taking the picture. Anyway, I saw these little fellas ()
swimming around, and I caught a few of them! () These are the ones that got away () However, noticing their iridescent nature,
I decided not to eat them. Instead, I am selling them (here), shown in a recreation of their natural habitat.

I was on vacation in Mexico recently! I was swimming (in the Pacific Ocean, that is), sunbathing, eating overpriced tacos, everything! It was cool! Here is a picture of me in scuba gear. Obviously not photoshopped

Yeah, I have a waterproof camera and someone taking the picture. Anyway, I saw these little fellas

Squids!

swimming around, and I caught a few of them! These are the ones that got away

The original plan was to make delicious calamari in soy sauce out of the squids. However, noticing their iridescent nature, I decided not to eat them. Instead, I am showing them here in a recreation of their natural habitat.

Disclaimer: I did not actually go to Mexico. The pictures are rather obviously photoshopped, and during the time it took to do them, I did not move more than fifteen feet from the computer. I don’t have the swine flu and neither do the squid (squid flu?).

Background underwater picture used provided by wikivisual. I could not find any copyrights, if I infringed on them, I apologize and I will do my best to change as necessary upon request from the copyright owner.

P.S.

Thanks to some marvelous breakthroughs in modern technology, I am able to provide a very realistic three dimensional tactile hologram as shown below:

However, I doubt that your computer screen is able to handle the change into 3D, so the visual shown here is mostly flat.

Published in: on June 13, 2009 at 12:54 pm  Comments (1)  

Looking at preparation of a square from an A4 sheet of paper

In the beginning, all was smooth, blank, and generally boring. An infinite plane of perfection, as it were. For some reason, you feel it is rectangular. You don’t know what that means, but it is an irksome thought aching in your head, like that cramp in your foot no amount of massage will get rid of. In this flawless void, you would imagine feeling an immense feeling of boredom, to the point of reading the little annoying tab on the back of your shirt for entertainment. A single millisecond feels like a century. Yet, suppose you were in a dark room, utterly lightless. How would you know if you were blind, and that your “memories” aren’t lies you made up for yourself to stay sane? Would you even know that there is such a thing as light? In our two dimensional perpetuity, there is nothing but what you think you may have thought before.

But “then” (thus creating time, for as stated, eventless time means nothing), a small bump in the cellulose rich universe. The slightest suggestion of a change. Immediately it is hushed. Change is obviously an unknown, and thus dangerous to the established status quo, and why do you want change, aren’t you happy? But inevitably, the process repeats itself. And eventually a permanence is established. All of your reality collapses in half. But then it is returned as it were, only a wrinkle, a crease, if you will. The old order is restored. Stagnancy rules supreme…

(read the next part really loudly, quickly, and in one hysterical breath, okay? ready? are you sure? I’ll capitalize it for you)

SUDDENLY, A COLLAPSE PERPENDICULAR TO THE LAST CRUSHES EVERYTHING!!!!!!!

You recover from your surprise, and soon enough, all is back to normal. At this point, all ideas of definite permanence are completely shaken to their roots. How can you trust the government if they aren’t even in charge anymore? Do you even remember the last time—- wait! Listen! Oh, no! Do you hear that sound? Reality is being torn apart in two! Run for your life!

Published in: on June 10, 2009 at 6:59 pm  Comments (1)  

(cautiously optimistic) Hello? World? Anyone?

I was never any good at dancing. Not that kind of dancing that earns you respect in a disco. Back when discos mattered. I couldn’t breakdance, I got nervous, self-conscious and embarrassed. Then I would quickly slink back into the crowd to allow for the demagogues to take over. I hated that.
I like slow dancing. For one, it is a lot easier on your nerves. And somehow, a calm song, maybe even a pretty girl to share the dance with. The melody just seeps in through the seams and takes you away. Try it some time, it will probably do you good.
I find origami to be a perfect parallel to dancing. The simple yet good models are geometric and a joy, regardless how plain they seem. There is just this beauty of immersing yourself in the harmony.
As you become more and more complex, several branches appear. You can continue the flowing movement, entranced in the rhythm of the paper. You can do more brisk movements, feeling more alive and under pressure, but usually coming off well. And then there are the times when you are giving it all you can, you are moving faster and the room is spinning around you, but it’s so fascinating, and doing it properly earns the respect of most of the crowd around you. You are charged with the energy of the room, completely instinctual. So you drink in what you have done. And you like it. You are now the Man, you are the Boss. So you start a new, more sophisticatedly choreographed style. You are in your zone. But then you notice that you just barely stopped from tripping yourself. And now your suit seems to be restraining you. Before you know it, you lose balance and are down for the count, trying to  remember what happened. In your rush to be the greatest, you paid no heed to your limits and have made a fool out of yourself, and you got dirt all over your fancy clothes.
Some models are pure joy to fold, very well thought through and achievable with almost any kind of paper. Then there are those which you have to sometimes mush a little into shape to keep up. And then there is the next level, where anything even remotely prone to rip or too thick will not do. And even such perfect paper needs close attention to prevent being ruined.
The choreographers and dancers are the designers and folders. Sometimes a pretty dance is just a calm waltz. Sometimes it is a devil’s tango, twisting, spinning, turning every which way. Only the elite can even approach it.
It should also be noted that depending where you are standing, something may be ingenious or merely clever. How well you can dance is also a huge influence.

I was never any good at dancing. Not that kind of dancing that earns you respect in a disco. Back when discos mattered. I couldn’t breakdance, I got nervous, self-conscious and embarrassed. Then I would quickly slink back into the crowd to allow for the demagogues to take over. I hated that.

I like slow dancing. For one, it is a lot easier on your nerves. And somehow, a calm song, maybe even a pretty girl to share the dance with. The melody just seeps in through the seams and takes you away. Try it some time, it will probably do you good.

I find origami to be a perfect parallel to dancing. The simple yet good models are geometric and a joy, regardless how plain they seem. There is just this beauty of immersing yourself in the harmony.

As you become more and more complex, several branches appear. You can continue the flowing movement, entranced in the rhythm of the paper. You can do more brisk movements, feeling more alive and under pressure, but usually coming off well. And then there are the times when you are giving it all you can, you are moving faster and the room is spinning around you, but it’s so fascinating, and doing it properly earns the respect of most of the crowd around you. You are charged with the energy of the room, completely instinctual. So you drink in what you have done. And you like it. You are now the Man, you are the Boss. So you start a new, more sophisticatedly choreographed style. You are in your zone. But then you notice that you just barely stopped from tripping yourself. And now your suit seems to be restraining you. Before you know it, you lose balance and are down for the count, trying to  remember what happened. In your rush to be the greatest, you paid no heed to your limits and have made a fool out of yourself, and you got dirt all over your fancy clothes.

Some models are pure joy to fold, very well thought through and achievable with almost any kind of paper. Then there are those which you have to sometimes mush a little into shape to keep up. And then there is the next level, where anything even remotely prone to rip or too thick will not do. And even such perfect paper needs close attention to prevent being ruined.

The choreographers and dancers are the designers and folders. Sometimes a pretty dance is just a calm waltz. Sometimes it is a devil’s tango, twisting, spinning, turning every which way. Only the elite can even approach it.

It should also be noted that depending where you are standing, something may be ingenious or merely clever. How well you can dance is also a huge influence.

Published in: on June 10, 2009 at 3:40 pm  Leave a Comment