Full play, sans subtitles (but it’s Romeo and Juliet, so it oughtn’t be that bad, ne?). Encoded and Uploaded by me. Please message me if you want the original links~ And try to kinda sorta keep it on the down low so it doesn’t get deleted. Happy watching ^u^~
I am sitting in philosophy class, typing as fast as my fingers will allow, and this week seems to be the topic that we’ve seemingly been skirting around the whole semester, and we’ve finally got to it: Religion. And a big part of it seems to be the Judeo-Christian God. First there was a lecture in class, and now we’ve proceeded to watch a debate between Hitchens and someone else over the same topic. And both times, we were pleaded to have an open mind, to not be derisive right off the bat. But then, the way they talk, even though claiming to be unbiased and purely intellectual, there is this great sneering in their voices as soon as they start talking about religion, as if someone’s placed dung under their nose, and there’s this great disgust, as if they’re talking about something so juvenile that it’s disgustingly stupid, not worth listening to, thinking about, hell being in the vicinity of, even.
And then, to top it off, for what is the worst offence from my point of view, is that they themselves are utterly utterly utterly illiterate about Islam, and yet throw Islam and Muslims and the supposed ideas in it in the argument.
What you are talking is utter bullshit.
There are no such things in Islam.
There is no man is in the image of god, no different types of god in different sects. God says wrath in the Quran, but that is not in the same way that you’re using it. You say Judeo-Christian God over and over again. There is no Islam in that phrase. And yet you want to push it in over and over and over again.
Or I will hurt you.
Hitchens blames Iran’s missiles on Islam. No. That’s effing politicians.
I’m so incensed and I want to write more but now Dinesh D’Souza’s up and I need to take notes.
Illiteracy is why I hate these debates.
I bet he’s never even cracked open a Quran. In a language he understands.
Faith Episode 13: And They Managed To Find A Way To Kill Me With Laughter Even
You know you’re mildly obsessed with a drama when you download it in the morning before leaving the house despite it being crappy quality, and forego sleep to screen- and re-cap it, even though you hate screencapping and recap it as fast as possible even though you have the concentration of a chipmunk on straight up caffeine. As I mentioned, (2) I watched it without subs, so may I have misunderstood it (since I watched it while out of the house aka without internets) and (1) I downloaded a 360p version off of youtube (there were no torrents up then, and neither was there time), so my caps are rubbish, hence the small size. That said, may I warn you that I went slightly mad with the caps (there are 221 of them and some bonuses, you’ll see). From an objective point of view, this is clearly dementia, especially given the number of readers who actually read this (or lack thereof). But as long as I appear normal, no worries, ne?
So. Ya’ll know the drill from yesterday’s ep. Low quality screencaps due to greediness (but loads of ‘em), wonky translations (all mine, don’t blame poor subbing teams), much squeeing and talking about feelings, and some heartbreak. And if you’ve not learnt by now, here’s three handy lessons: 1) The drama gods giveth and the drama gods taketh away. 2) If you’ve gotten happiness, it is at the cost of your flesh, blood, sweat and tears. 3) The drama gods are in the same league as Loki, meaning They. Do. Whut. They. Want. I scare you enough? Don’t worry, this was just the warm up. *Ahnold Schwarznegger voice* Hokay, led’s do dis.
There are many things you can do at 3:26 in the morning in July
You can eat nutella croissants. You can swap those nutella croissants for apples if you’re trying to be healthier. You can take a late night (or ought it be early morning?) swim. You can sleep, something my parents would go ecstatic over if I did.
Or you can be like me and make a music blog.
To be completely brutally honest, I have no clue why I’m making this blog. It’s not like there’s a dearth of music blogs on tumblr. I don’t have a particular direction for this blog to take, except that I want it to be music I adore. I know that my follower count is going to be brutally low, although I hope I am mistaken and completely wrong on that point. But even then, for some reason, I don’t really care. After all, if I jump to foregone conclusions, I’ll always wonder about the what-ifs, won’t I? I sound pretty confident, don’t I? Don’t worry, it’s the (by now) 3:32 a.m. talking.