>> ^conan:

wtf how can you actually watch this?


It can be done through an easy 12 step plan*.

Step 1: Have your eyes open.
Step 2: Click the small button that makes the clip start playing. If you have a fast internet connection go to step 5.
Step 3: Click it again to pause the clip to let it buffer.
Step 4: When clip has buffered click play again.
Step 5: Blink. Important: Don't forget to open eyelids again otherwise you wont see the clip.
Step 6: Breathe. Important: Both in and out.
Step 7: Repeat step 5 & 6 as needed.
Step 8: Follow links to part 2, 3 and 4 watch that.
Step 9: Feel.
Step 10: Upvote.
Step 11: ????
Step 12: Profit!

* Results may vary, LarsaruS is not liable for any damage and or distress that might be caused by following these steps.

I got tears brimming at my eyelids with this and had to forward it to my highly emotional father who is probably bawling his eyes out in Northern California right now.

I have UV tattoos over my ENTIRE body! Tattoos up my leg. Tattoos down my arms. Tattoos on my tongue, eyelids, and nose! Tattoos covering each and every toe!! Tattoos on the irises of both eyes!! Tattoos the entire length of my penis and completely covering the head of my thingy!! Tattoos on each and every hair of my head!! ALL UV TATTOOS!!! The only problem I have experienced with this, is that I can't go to sleep under a UV light because of the incredible glow of ME!!!

The eyelids are waaaaaaay fake in their movements too.

I remember this guy from the guitar hero video of YYZ. The guy that just got done doing sweet tricks on his motorcycle... http://videosift.com/video/Guitar-Hero-2-Rush-YYZ-on-Expert

^I've had different versions of sleep paralysis too. When I was younger, things in a dark environment would become monsters, so occasionally I'd wake up and find innocent household object knocked to the ground or broken. As I got older, I'd occasionally wake up with the weird static sound in my ears and not be able to move anything but my eyes. No demons or aliens. For me, it was linked to either stress or strong codine cough medicine. It's rare anymore, but I experienced this weird heavy eyelid syndrome that seems to be related to the phenomena the other night. Very strange and surreal.

my eyelids have officially been blown.

um .. no.
http://videosift.com/video/Boys-will-be-Girls
>> ^Shepppard:

>> ^berticus:
how come no one bats an eyelid at the other one? i guess boys stereotyping girls is funny but the reverse is just insulting?

It's still not funny in either case. Hardcore stereotypes of this caliber are usually just silly bordering on stupid.
I haven't seen any "Guys portraying girls" videos here, and if I have I've long since forgotten. And, I'm also quite sure if there is a reversal of this video (Guys protraying girls) someone has voiced their own opinion of it, such as I did.

>> ^berticus:

how come no one bats an eyelid at the other one? i guess boys stereotyping girls is funny but the reverse is just insulting?


It's still not funny in either case. Hardcore stereotypes of this caliber are usually just silly bordering on stupid.

I haven't seen any "Guys portraying girls" videos here, and if I have I've long since forgotten. And, I'm also quite sure if there is a reversal of this video (Guys protraying girls) someone has voiced their own opinion of it, such as I did.

how come no one bats an eyelid at the other one? i guess boys stereotyping girls is funny but the reverse is just insulting?

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http://www.bettinamay.com/poem/2008/10/the-waking-galway-kinnell.html

"The Waking", Galway Kinnell

What just just happened between the lovers,
who lie now in love-sleep under the owls' calls,
call, answer, back and forth, and so on,
until one, calling faster, overtakes the other
and the two whoo together in one
shimmering harmonic -- is called "lovemaking."
Lovers who come exalted to their trysts,
who approach from opposite directions
along a path by the sea, through the pines,
meet, embrace, go up from the sea,
lie crushed into each other under
the sky half golden, half deep-blueing
the moon and stars into shining, know
they don't "make" love, but are earth-creatures
who live and -- here maybe no other word will do --
fuck one another forever if possible across the stars.
An ancient word, formed perhaps before
the sacred and profane had split apart,
when the tongue was like the flame of the heart
in the mouth, and lighted each word
as it was spoken, to remind it
to remember, as when flamingos
change feeding places on a marsh,
and there is a moment, after the first to fly
puts its head into the water in the new place
and before in the old place the last to fly
lifts out its head to see the rest have flown,
when, scattered with pink bodies, the sky
is one vast remembering. They still hear,
in sleep, the steady crushing and uncrushing
of bedsprings; they imagine a sonata in which
violins' lines draw the writhing and shiftings.
They lie with heads touching, thinking
themselves back across the blackness.
When dawn touches the bed their bodies re-form,
heaps of golden matter sieved
out of the night. The bed, caressed threadbare,
worn almost away, is now more than ever
the place where such light as humans
shine with seeps up into us. The eyelids,
which love the eyes and lie on them to sleep,
open. This is a bed. That is a fireplace.
That is last morning's breakfast tray
which nobody has yet bothered to take away.
This face, too alive with feeling to survive past
the world in which it is said, "Ni vous
san moi, ni moi san vous," so unguarded
this day might be breaking in the Middle Ages,
in the illusion fateful randomness chooses
to beam into existence, now, on this pillow.
In a ray of sun the lovers see motes cross,
mingle, collide, lose their way, in this puff
of ecstatic dust. Tears overfill their eyes,
wet their faces, drain quickly away
into their smiles. One leg hangs off the bed.
He is still inside her. His big toe
sticks into the pot of strawberry jam. "Oh migod!"
They kiss while laughing and hit teeth
and remember they are bones and laugh
naturally again. The feeling, perhaps
it is only a feeling, perhaps mostly due
to living only in the overlapping lifetimes
of dying things, that time starts up,
comes over them. They get up, put on clothes,
go out. They are not in the street yet,
however, but for a few minutes longer,
still in their elsewhere, beside a river,
with their arms around each other, in the aura
earth has when it remembers its former beauty.
An ambulance sirens a bandage-stiffened
body towards St. Vincent's. A police car
running red lights parodies
in high pitch the owls of paradise. The lovers
enter the ordinary day the ordinary world
providentially provides. Their pockets ring.
Good. For now askers and beggarmen
come up to them needing change for breakfast.

*doublepromote


"Music: Lower Your Eyelids to Die with the Sun / Teen Angst - M83 " from youtube

>> ^zombieater:
I'm just wondering what they'd use to test it first before making a person slide down. Perhaps a crash-test dummy equal to the dude's weight?
Though, I still wouldn't be convinced to do it even if they tested it a hundred times.


Check out the thumbnail, at the base of the slide. That isn't someone taking a nap.

Although, at that speed, he would have went straight through the side of that pool. So yeah, fake, but nicely done.

A babelfish translation of the website says his product is the yellow plastic, his "soft eyelid", which makes a bit of sense.

>> ^Lann:
>> ^Ezmo:
I had a similar growth about half that size on my left eyelid. Twice. Popping them was an adventure and a half, let me tell you...

Are you talking about a sty? Your REALLY not supposed to pop those.


Generally yes, they either rupture themselves or, in most cases, the swelling and infection eventually subside. My father is prone to sty infection, and in some instances they've progressed to a stage that his doctor has had to crack 'em open. With a nutcracker.

>> ^Ezmo:
I had a similar growth about half that size on my left eyelid. Twice. Popping them was an adventure and a half, let me tell you...


Are you talking about a sty? Your REALLY not supposed to pop those.

I had a similar growth about half that size on my left eyelid. Twice. Popping them was an adventure and a half, let me tell you...