I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Here’s the full Strikeforce match between Fedor and Dan Henderson that took place this past Saturday. I think an appropriate title for the match would be Fedor: The End
I’m going to try to post some stuff later on today, after I get over my jackhammer of a hangover, which was induced by my over-zealousness with all things liquor this weekend.
Here’s a pretty awesome story of a 12 year old kid out catching some other kid at a Diamondbacks’ game and then generously donating the ball to the smaller kid after seeing how upset the kid became. Why isn’t the news filled with these kinds of stories? Stories that make the heart feel good and puts a smile on your face. Why are these kinds of stories relegated to the very last minute of the program, while the first 59 minutes are filled with stories of war, murder, rape, greed, and other such negativity that make you not want to live in this world anymore?
A girl passed out drunk next to a curb when I was working last night. We had to take precautionary measures so no one would step on her.