Archive for July, 2009

Chaos Seeds will be on hiatus for two weeks while I move. Upon return, expect all the ass-kicking action, full-frontal nudity, and pointless blood and gore that you’ve all come to know and love from this site.

Sow the seeds of chaos, that possibilities may flower forth,

Lord Khaos

Agreed.

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While I’m at the place where I’d watch anything Christopher Nolan makes, it would make me very excited to see a Batman film with these characters in it.

By the way, they’re fake, so don’t get over-excited.

Link to original article -more pictures there.

Rather large file, so it may take a little bit to load; still, well worth the wait. Tells the story of the visible universe, as only National Geographic can.

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This girl rules.

http://www.aleladiane.com/menu.html

Don’t Argue With The Gay Flight Attendant

My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.

As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us “Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.”

On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed an extremely well-dressed and exotic young woman hadn’t moved a muscle. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.”

She calmly turned her head and said, “In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one.”

To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, “Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I’m called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, Bitch.”

http://humour.200ok.com.au/gay-flight-attendant.html

…that our society is down the shitter, then wonder no more!

Chantal Marshall and four of her daughters have had NINE boob jobs between them, making them the British family to have had the most breast surgery – bra none!

That makes them the British family to have had the most breast surgery – bra, er, bar none.

They‘re officially on my hate list. I wonder if it’s possible to sue for gross misuse of legal tender?

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it has been a while since you’ve been favored with my anger and vitriol. Apologies all around.

Now, with that out of the way…

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH CHRISTIANITY?

Can anyone else name a religion that has spawned so many hypocrites? Didn’t Jesus himself, in the very book that these people claim to follow to the letter, throw a big friggin’ fit over the same thing that this man is doing?

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SCIENTISTS FROM Israel’s Technion University have unveiled a tiny robot, made using Micro-Electro-Mechanical Systems (MEMS) technology, purportedly able to crawl through a person’s veins in order to diagnose and potentially treat artery blockage and cancer.

The little robot – with a diameter of just one millimeter – has neither engine nor onboard controls, instead being propelled forward by a magnetic field wielded on it from outside the patient’s body.

Am I the only one who thought of the Borg nanoprobes when I read this?

Sure, the medical implications are astounding, but unless these things are tightly controlled I foresee criminals and terrorists wreaking havoc. Not to mention Orwellian measures by a frightened government come to mind when reading this. Can you say thought police?

What’s that, Mr. Protester? You don’t like imminent domain laws? Well, to bad you had our nanoprobes injected because now I’m shutting off your motor control!

Ah, science – you so scary!

The awesomeness appearing before you is courtesy of Gamer Phreak over at videogamelife.com who, when not spawning mutants to field his army of genetic clones, dabbles in web layout and other assorted kickassery.

Thanks man!

Found here. Unsure where it’s originally from.

Disappointing – I thought this was so cool when I first read about it a few years ago. Alas, like most things in science, it’s fairly controversial depending on who you talk to, what definitions you use, ect, ect, ect…

The story of human mirror neurons is confused by frequent changes in definition. In the first papers published about them, most “mirror” neurons found in the macaque brain are merely neurons who have visual properties – they “fire” when the macaque sees movements although they are situated in motor areas. In addition to these visual properties, many of them also fire when the animal performs a movement – as one would expect in a motor area.

Now, a small percentage of these neurons investigated in the first studies also displayed a variable degree of congruence between their visual properties and their motor properties. In other words, they fired when the animal performed a gesture and when it saw the same gesture being performed. Few people cared to remark that this property of high congruence, from which “Mirror” neurons got their name, concerned only a tiny minority of actual macaque mirror neurons.

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Always thought along those lines, which is why I do joint mobility exercises rather than stretching.

Coaches and trainers at SIUE quit instructing athletes to do static stretches before working out or competing about five years ago, McAllister says. “Studies have shown that it decreases power and speed.”

Haupt says it can be especially detrimental to athletes recovering from injuries.

“People who do suffer a strain think they’ll stretch it out, but they end up making it worse,” Haupt says.

“What they should do is give it some rest, avoid reloading it until it’s recuperated, then work on strengthening it.”

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…that, or an astral body we haven’t thunk up yet.

One of the two.

But when Ragbir Bhathal, an astrophysicist at the University of Western Sydney, who teaches the only university-based course on SETI (search for extraterrestrial intelligence) in Australia, detected the suspicious signal on a clear night last December, he knew better than to crack open the special bottle of champagne he has tucked away for the history-making occasion.

Instead, he’s spent the past few months meticulously investigating whether the unrecognised signature was caused by a glitch in his instrumentation, a rogue astrophysical phenomenon, or some unknown random noise.

Even if he picks up the signal again – he’s been scouring the same co-ordinates of the night sky on an almost daily basis since – the scientific rule book dictates he’ll need to get it peer-reviewed before he can take his announcement to the world. “And that is a lot of ifs,” he concedes.

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