...Ferdinand Cheval began the building in April 1879. He claimed that he had tripped on a stone and was inspired by its shape. He returned to the same spot the next day and started collecting stones. For the next thirty-three years, Cheval picked up stones during his daily mail round and carried them home to build the Palais idéal. He spent the first twenty years building the outer walls. At first, he carried the stones in his pockets, then switched to a basket. Eventually, he used a wheelbarrow. He often worked at night, by the light of an oil lamp... via

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..."a Chinese painter astray in the ruins of Athens"

Formal was on Saturday night and everyone was so beautiful it made me want to set something on fire, because only true beauty brings out my arsonist tendencies. Oh and because I know you know what happens on formal/prom night, I made you a collection of sexy songs. And if it's any incentive to listen to this mix: ima legga blonde wif big boobz; i luv mudwrestlin and monstrrr trucks and similar shit of the like.

Camwhore Jesus by ~bennynero @ Deviantart

...stay classy, folks.

This was the first of a plethora of 50 People, One Question's I have seen and it is perhaps the most beautiful. Benjamin Reece really captures the honesty of the moment when someone actually puts aside their self-effacing bullshit guard and discloses something personal and real to you. It's like glue.

fig.1 Date With The Distinguished, Year 7. From left to right: Leonardo da-freakin-Vinci (me), Princess Diana (Nina) and Courtney Love (woman with plastic bag).

Lose Yourself- Eminem


Funnily enough, I am instantly reminded of my darling Nina when I hear this song. Throughout the years, Nina and I have become so divulged in something, particularly stereotypes we observe in society/day-time tv, that we basically method act as characters based around these obsessions as a means of exercising identity demons and taking the piss out of everything. One of our biggest obsessions were with rappers and bogans in year nine. At lunch we'd drop some mad beatz at the back of the oval, exchange our th's for ffff's (thongs becomes fffongs), discuss dying our hair with horrendous blonde streaks like bogans do and on weekends we'd wear baggy Dada hoodies with the utmost irony and bliss out to our jam. Seriously, pretending and being brutally un-PC with Nina has produced some of the greatest times of my life.

My pen pal wrote that a private school near her place was having a prom and it got cancelled because there were people taking dumps in the hallway... OMG, to have my formal be this outrageous. Okay, but in all seriousness, I just had to share this- how does anyone get away with pooping in the hallway, let alone a public toilet ewww?!! If anything, I really hope that formal night will turn out being exactly like Laney Boggs' prom- Usher, inexplicable choreographed dancing to Fatboy Slim and all.

On February 7, 1910 the Prince of Abyssinia and his entourage were received with full ceremonial pomp on the deck of the H.M.S. Dreadnought, the British Navy's most powerful battleship. Although the Commander-in-Chief of the Dreadnought had only received a last-minute warning of the Prince's arrival, he had the sailors standing at attention when the Prince arrived. The Abyssinian party acknowledged the greeting with bows as they shuffled onto the ship, dressed in their long, flowing robes, and for the next forty minutes the Commander gave them a guided tour of the vessel. The Abyssinians paused at each new marvel while murmuring the appreciative phrase "Bunga, Bunga!" in their native tongue. Finally the royal visitors departed as "God Save the King!" played in the background.


The next day the Navy was mortified to learn that the party they had escorted around the warship had not been Abyssinian dignitaries at all. Instead it had been a group of young, upper class pranksters who had blackened their faces, donned elaborate theatrical costumes, and then forged an official telegram in order to gain access to the ship. Their ringleader was a man named Horace de Vere Cole, but the entourage also included a young woman called Virginia Stephen who would later be better known as the writer Virginia Woolf...

by Julia Galdo. via.


How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?- Al Green




...btw, thanks for all your comments on my last post my strong, independent sisters!

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this song makes me so happy i could die:

jennifer- bikeride


...speaking of death (smooth segue eh?), according to Harold Camping and his relgious gang, May 21st will be the rapture. Cool. So, is there any way I can cash in on the numerous apocalypses I've survived?

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The Green house effect is just a theory sucker
Yeah so is gravity float away mutherf**cker

...ABC, you just made my day again.

P.S. has blogger been a bit moody lately, or what?

“In my opinion Tina Fey completely ruined SNL. The only reason she’s celebrated is because she’s a woman and an outspoken liberal. She has not a single funny bone in her body.”


Dear jerkstore,


Huzzah for the Truth Teller! Women in this country have been over-celebrated for too long. Just last night there was a story on my local news about a “missing girl,” and they must have dedicated seven or eight minutes to “where she was last seen” and “how she might have been abducted by a close family friend,” and I thought, “What is this, the News for Chicks?” Then there was some story about Hillary Clinton flying to some country because she’s secretary of state. Why do we keep talking about these dumdums? We are a society that constantly celebrates no one but women and it must stop! I want to hear what the men of the world have been up to. What fun new guns have they invented? What are they raping these days? What’s Michael Bay’s next film going to be?


When I first set out to ruin SNL, I didn’t think anyone would notice, but I persevered because—like you trying to do a nine-piece jigsaw puzzle—it was a labor of love.


I’m not one to toot my own horn, but I feel safe with you, jerkstore, so I’ll say it. Everything you ever hated on SNL was by me, and anything you ever liked was by someone else who did it against my will.


Sincerely,
     Tina Fey


P.S. You know who does have a funny bone in her body? Your mom every night for a dollar.

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the bomb song- darwin deez


I SAW DARWIN DEEZ THE OTHER NITE AND WATCHED HIS HAIR FLOP ABOUT DURING HIS ADORABLE CHOREOGRAPHED DANCE ROUTINES AND HEARD HIS FINE PIPES TELL ME 'IMA RADAR DETECTOR' AND, AND TOTES STOOD NEXT TO ANDREW HOEPFNER WHILST HE BUSTED A FUNKY-INTERPRETIVE MOVE. Just sayin guys...

...I believe in you, like a virgin you're Madonna
And I'm also gonna wanna blow your mind...

...So gangster, I'm so thug
You're the only one I'm dreaming of...