Klaatu barada nikto

22 10 2009

Nostalgia: Type «about:robots» in Firefox Address Bar and you have this:


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C’mon man, Don’t you really know the origin of each individual phrase?

P.S: Pushing the button «Try Again» is strongly recommended!





Paranoid Android

8 10 2009

A coyote showed me a sci-fi
He’d recently read it on the net
While the android ran to follow you
Its tik-tak heart became glue
I suppose coyote cry, when the android was caught
And I guess he deeply loved B-movie & Janette Scott
But he stayed on the line, so stupid was its face
Who goes there, it came from outer space

(برای شب نشینی با آریو و کایوت، و با درود به حضور معزز برادر کوهن)





Sudden Startling Revelation

21 09 2009

‎Someone sometime told me about «THE IMAM OF THE TIME» someting exactly like this: «He walks amongst us, but he is not one of us» and now, I accidentally think mabye he is JACK and his tattoo in LOST!! (Remember Season 3, Episode 09)‎





The Best of All the Time

8 08 2009

Science fiction, double feature
Doctor X will build a creature
See androids fighting Brad and Janet
Anne Francis stars in Forbidden Planet
Wo oh oh oh oh oh
At the late night, double feature, picture show

Read more with complete explanation and useful comments here, and Watch Richard O’Brien’s version of this great song below

The Rocky Horror Picture Show *





سلطان قلب‌ها

8 08 2009

Happy Birthday of Hidden Imam! (for more info please consult your windows help on folder options for hidden objects properties)‎

Copyrighted by The Big D on Facebook *





A Dream

5 08 2009

In a deserted place in Iran there is a not very tall stone tower that has neither door nor window. In the only room (with a dirt floor and shaped like a circle) there is a wooden table and a bench. In that circular cell, a man who looks like me is writing in letters I cannot understand a long poem about a man who in another circular cell is writing a poem about a man who in another circular cell . . . The process never ends and no one will be able to read what the prisoners write.

(by Jorge Luis Borges)