ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE ....

Today there were some very sawa horror and supernatural movies on TNT this morning.For the better part of the day till like 2 pm in the afternoon I just watched movie after movie.Now I know how Nick feels when he becomes part and parcel of his couch the whole day.But alas all good things have to come to an end, there was laundry to be done and papers to be written.I was kinda mumbling about doing laundry and to think there was a time I used to have to handwash my clothes.Anyway when I hibernate for long periods like I did today I tend to find things that interested me in the past but I had forgot about.Like this:
I am the way into the City of Woe.
I am the way to a foresaken people.
I am the way into eternal sorrow.
Sacred justice moved my architect.
I was raised here by the divine omnipotence,
primordial love and ultimate intellect.
Only those elements time cannot wear were
made before me and beyond time I stand.
ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE
No this isnt anything from my wonderful mind.It is the supposed inscription at the entrance to Hell.It is an excerpt from The Divine Comedy,an epic poem written by Dante in the early fourteenth century, describing the author's journey through the afterlife. It has three parts, each of which is concerned with one of the three divisions of the world beyond: the Inferno (hell), the Purgatorio (purgatory), and the Paradiso (heaven).
So there!Don't go around saying that you don't learn anything by visiting my blog!
I was just passing by one of my other favourite blogs and I came by this funny entry:

Women Just Keep Talking and Talking and Talking...

They never shut up, unless you tell them, in which, they start crying and say you're mean and need to go to anger management. I don't know any woman that doesn't stop talking. Sometimes, I think you could save a lot of fuel when filling those hot air balloons by just placing a woman underneath it and letting her talk. It is does not matter what type of woman - old or young, foreign or domestic, they all never shut up. I can actually count the number of words I say in my conversations with women, however, I lose track of the number of words they say.
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