Insert Knob A in Hole B

Insert Knob A in Hole B
by
Isaac Asimov

Copyright © 1957 by Fantasy House, Inc.

Dave Woodbury and John Hansen, grotesque in their spacesuits, supervised anxiously as the large crate swung slowly out and away from the freight-ship and into the airlock. With nearly a year of their hitch on Space Station A5 behind them, they were understandably weary of filtration units that clanked, hydroponic tubs that leaked, air generators that hummed constantly and stopped occasionally.

"Nothing works," Woodbury would say mournfully, "because everything is hand-assembled by ourselves."

"Following directions," Hansen would add, "composed by an idiot."

There were undoubtedly grounds for complaint there. The most expensive thing about a spaceship was the room allowed for freight so all equipment had to be sent across space disassembled and nested. All equipment had to be assembled at the Station itself with clumsy hands, inadequate tools and with blurred and ambiguous direction sheets for guidance.

Painstakingly Woodbury had written complaints to which Hansen had added appropriate adjectives, and formal requests for relief of the situation had made their way back to Earth.

And Earth had responded. A special robot had been designed, with a positronic brain crammed with the knowledge of how to assemble properly any disassembled machine in existence.

That robot was in the crate being unloaded now and Woodbury was trembling as the airlock closed behind it.

"First," he said, "it overhauls the Food-Assembler and adjusts the steak-attachment knob so we can get it rare instead of burnt."

They entered the Station and attacked the crate with dainty touches of the demoleculizer rods in order to make sure that not a precious metal atom of their special assembly-robot was damaged.

The crate fell open!

And there within it were five hundred separate pieces—and one blurred and ambiguous direction sheet for assemblage.

Currently listening : Spiritual Apocalypse By Monstrosity Release date: 17 July, 2007

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Are you serious?
Current mood: aggravated
Category: MySpace

Not really, just bummed about the stupidity of people...

Since the beginning of my myspace I've recieved several e-mailz and/or kommentz from random people (no namez will be reveiled so as to protekt their retardation) pointing out misspellingz or grammatikal errorz.. Normally when this happenz I just delete them, okasionally I've thought about explaining but really if you are too dense to grasp the deliberatness of my phonetik spelling and my kalloquialismz than I pity you (or rather I would pity you if I kould muster anything other than komplete and utter disgust for such idiocy)and I honestly don't have much faith in your ability to learn. I mean seriously people, try reading, start simple, don't overwhelm your starved brain and get over your psuedointelligent pretentionz.








Sorry to all of mah freindsterz that do get it and read through mah childish diatribe anywayz, this is just sumthing that really annoyz me and I felt it was time to finally address it.. Plus I had to you use the ikonz for sumthin ;)

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I ♥ propaganda!

Not as much as truth though...

klik here for America: Freedom to Facism video.
Klik here for a klip from Alex Jones' 9/11 Martial Law: Rise of the Police State dvd on president Bush and his family.

How great was this?

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blessed
Current mood: grateful
Category: Life

If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75f this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, spare change in a dish somewhere, you're among the top 8f the world's wealthy.

If you woke up this morning with good health, you are more fortunate than the million who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle unfolding all around you, the lonliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture or the pangs of starvation, you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.

If you can attend a religious meeting without fear of persecution, harrasment, arrest, torture or death, you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.

If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

Remember to count your blessings.

~from a Universal Unitarian church pamphlet

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love
Current mood: thoughtful
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Session 13

I do not mean to disparage the love
       that you feel and experience
              at any time in your life...

       but only to distinguish between
              what you believe to be love,
                     and my magnificent conception of love...

              one you are experiencing in the moment...

                   and the other is the embodiment
                         of all that the word
                                is capable of becoming.

Nor do I wish to discourage your struggle
      towards that which burns in your soul...

          we would not dismiss a baby's first,
                gargantuan attempts
                      to stand upon its feet,
                            on its way to running...

          we would rejoice,
                and applaud its efforts...

                and remember, if we're lucky, how often we fell
                       on the way to accomplishment and success.

    but when I speak of love,
           I speak, specifically,
                   of that which I exploded into matter
                           with my unencompassable desire...

          and I speak to open your minds...
                 to the grotesque distortions
                       that you construct...

                 as well as to that
                        which is of such power
                             and beauty.

Love can only be glimpsed,
     when the devil of self-deception
            is overcome,
                    for a moment...

      when the spirit shines through clearly,
             awakening the magnificent memory
                   of recognition.



"Love at first sight" is not only real,
               but absolute...
      for without the real sight of the beloved,
                     one does not love...

  that moment of complete and utter exposure of the soul,
         and the total connection that follows,
                   is vital,
                           if you have any hope of further progress
                                   and understanding...

                   the spirits merge,
                                 and become as one...
                          and all is transcended
                                      in the ultimate peak experience.

It is eternal...

               it will prevail...

                         but at great cost and upheaval...

       it is a time of total and inexplicable chaos...

              turning your world upside down...

             demanding that you place the pursuit
                  of this wonderful dream
                       in its proper place...

                       the only goal in life worth everything...
                              all that you have ever imagined...

             and crashing down upon you with this cognition...

                     the terrible fear
                            that to follow this path
                                     will cost you your soul.

From the stars into hell,
    you fluctuate at the onset of this miracle...

            to retain this treasure
                   and not relinquish your spirit
                           becomes your constant conflict...

  but it is only that you do not understand
           the true nature of love...

            it is only that you are so afraid
                    that something so all-consuming
                              and wondrous
                                    must have a cost
                                           beyond your capacity 
                                                  to pay.       





 ~Letters from the Cosmos
     ~Carolyn Swiedler

Currently reading : Letters from the Cosmos By Carol Swiedler Release date: November, 1994

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fuck the world
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Religion and Philosophy

It's come to my attention that people might be confused as to what I mean by posting fuck the world for all it's worth under my general interests. It's a qoute from War Nerve by Pantera and while they undoubtedly meant something different I have embraced this line as a philosophy.When I say fuck the world for all it's worth, I mean make the world your bitch and derive as much pleasure out of it as you can. Hedonistic tendencies are inherent, just make sure you balance yours. ;)

Truly, fuck the world for all it's worth, every inch of planet earth.

Currently listening : Teenagers from Outer Space By The Meteors Release date: 03 September, 2002

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