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Özellikle ikinci grafiğe dikkat etmek gerek. İçinde keyif ve keyifli kelimesi bulunan haberlerin sayısını gösteren bir Google trends grafiği. Artık midemi bulandıran keyifli sıfatının son yılların bir ürünü olduğuna dair kanımı güçlendiriyor. Adını unuttuğum bir Türk müzik eleştirmeninin dediği gibi "hiç kimse iyi şeyler yapmak peşinde değil, herkes keyifli şeyler yapmak peşinde." Muhafazakar Şovenist Hedonist Cumhuriyetine hoşgeldiniz. Valerie Solanas ne güzel yazmış: Unable to relate or to love, the male must work. Females crave absorbing, emotionally satisfying, meaningful activity, but lacking the opportunity or ability for this, they prefer to idle and waste away their time in ways of their own choosing — sleeping, shopping, bowling, shooting pool, playing cards and other games, breeding, reading, walking around, daydreaming, eating, playing with themselves, popping pills, going to the movies, getting analyzed, traveling, raising dogs and cats, lolling about on the

The Smiths - Meat is Murder "this beautiful creature must die, this beautiful creature must die, a death for no reason, and death for no reason is murder." A Tribe Called Quest - Ham'n'Eggs "Asparagus tips look yummy, yummy, yummy Candied yams inside my tummy A collage of good eats, some snacks or nice treats Apple sauce and some nice red beets This is what we snack on when we're Questin'" Call Any Vegetable - Frank Zappa "This is a song about vegetables They keep you regular, And they are really good for you"

Go to google.com, and watch the best doodle animation ever. And then read this post by Dr. Brian May on Freddie Mercury.

Here is a video of supersonic streams of hot gas coming out of young stars, as observed by Hubble: And here is the video of NASA's Cassini probe approaching Saturn: These terrific videos remind me of the memorable passage in Battlestar Galactica, where the most intellectual of the different Cylons - robots in form of humans- resents his creators for giving him a human body and human soul: Ellen: The five of us designed you to be as human as possible. John: I DON'T WANT TO BE HUMAN! I want to see gamma rays ! I want to hear X-rays , and I -- I want to -- I want to smell dark matter ! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can't even express these things properly because I have to -- I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid, limiting spoken language! But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws, and feel the solar wind of a supernova flowing over me! I'm a machine, and I could know much more, I could experience so