Hey man, it was a learning process.

Less sin? No. Definitely not. I'm killing too many nuns as is. But I am listening to music.

I hate something. This is a tricky proposition that I really should get to the bottom of, but you know. I'd rather not. Sometimes it's better to fester. You can poke it for entertainment on a dull day. Not that it's ever a dull day in casa de Rishi.

By which I mean my brain.

We can debate the theological implications later; what's important now is that I reread and finished Garp. I like it more now. The book says a lot of things; in a way it's that superficial, shallow book that still manages to say something meaningful. Just to define what that meaningfulness is a relatively thankless job. I suppose you could primarily boil it down to a novel about a novelist, written snappily, with writing tips along the way.

It's weird, though, because there are so many things in it that are oddly metafictive and self-referential, and yet the author eschews the severely postmodern anyway. He mentions in the afterword for his motivations for this to be a character-based novel, and obviously maintains that, but still.

The other issue is of control: Back in the days of 4-unit, something I picked up from that awesome prof was the large works are harder to control. It's relatively easy to control a 40 minute essay; that much harder to control a 2000 word piece. So it kinda got me thinking on how he was able to maintain control over this 500-odd page behemoth. He's done a commendable job, but damn, this thing sprawls so much it could become a national trailer park. It was his breakout novel and all, and it's turned out well.

It's a good book though. Worth reading once. Twice even. I read it twice mostly because I was rather uninspired the first time, it being a character based novel and all. But I suppose it was just a case of cold feet. Or something.

I'm reading the collected short stories of Roald Dahl (which is just so unfair, as it's something like 6 different short story collections, but i'm counting it as only one book) and he's a weird fellow. I've read one collection, possibly his most famous, or because i've read that one before. I like it. More on that later when I finish.

I finally have a day off, and yet I have to several piddly things like bodily functions, call that place which I forget, change or atleast procrastinate and agonise over changing my prefs, and listen to Franz. The latter is good though. I also got This Fffire, which is sorta a remix/BETTER version of This Fire. Tschuss Tschuss! (imagine the umlauts are there. Just imagine.)

Two things that I must write down: line from Chrno Crusade "No, I spent most of my time trying to keep my family from hating me."

And this:
"What's the opposite of heaven?!"
"Hell!"
"What's the opposite of float!?"
"Sink!...Helsinki?!"
- correct answer to question in Articulate, with me answering, and Kyle questioning.

I finished another book!

Well, this is really my third, but i'm not counting one of them yet as I have doubts to it's accuracy.

2. The Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck.

Well, it's a classic for a reason I guess. This books hurts. A lot. The opening chapter is one the most memorable and heart-breaking that i've ever read. There's a whole lotta things you could say about this books. It's definitely worth reading though.

There's an interesting little afterword written by Bernard A. Weisberger in the edition of the book I read (the Reader's Digest one, if you're interested) and I think it sums the books very well. The book is odd in that it's essentially a period piece, yet has someone managed to outlive its period. You could describe this book as that pioneer roadtrip gone horribly horribly wrong. And that's no joke.

Steinbeck splices interludes within the first-person experiences of the book, and he's able to write third-person in a very engaging manner that's sometimes more interesting than that of the first person. "Steinbeck wrote the book in layers, in order to rip the nerves of its readers to rags by making them participate in the actuality," and I think he's done that very well. This is essentially a story about the forgotten man, who is now made unforgettable.

On another note, I watched Searching for Bobby Fischer. Not having read the book, i'm unable to compare it to that, but as a film it has merit. It's about Joshua Waitzkin, or as I call him, "The Josh", the chess prodigy who ends up being a National Master at 13 and an International Master at 16. That's one rank away from Grandmaster. I'd heard of the movie, and wasn't sure what it is about, thinking it was about the mysterious disappearence of Bobby Fischer all those years ago. It started with the focus on the little kid, and I wasn't sure where it was going until about 15 mins in, when chess is first mentioned. Then all the connections kick in, like how they seem to casually mention that he's turning seven, and the fact there are interludes about Bobby Fischer. I realise it's "The Josh." The movie has a surprisingly good cast: Ben Kingsley, a trim Lawrence Fishburne (Does living inside the Matrix make you fat?), awesome and lovable William H. Macy looking all grizzled and manly (it's doesn't suit him, but don't tell him that. Plus he got great lines in the movie.) Max Pomeranc, who plays Josh, does a very good job, for a child actor having to play a chess prodigy. The entire cast put on a great performance, under what is obviously the able direction of Steven Zaillian. Granted, parts of the movie are a little overly dramatic, but I haven't seen such a gripping and endearing movie about chess. Ever.

You ain't got the Grapes.

I'll leave you alone to figure that one out.

"Such wild passion. It's going to get you killed."
"Such sane indifference. You're already dead."

Sp pls was nice. Jazz is fun. And loud. And why had no one informed me that Christmas is here? I only realised about 10 mins ago that it was Christmas. My date and time landmarks have kinda changed. The only thing December 24 has meant to me for the past coupla weeks is that the milk expires that day. Also, Christmas Eve sucked for me. Had a great couple of days preceding it; but Eve itself was slightly hungovery and much too hot. I did manage to finish one great book though. And I caught a great movie.

Ok so it wasn't all bad.

But damn, I hate that feeling that I'm running out of things to do. I've finished watching my Buffy, including commentaries and extras; Finished my Reno; and am 8/24 eps into Chrno Crusade, a very nice and watchable show, meaning 8/24 could turn into 21/24 overnight. Goddamn it.

Which is why i'm trying to get into the book scene as such. And moofies. Cause moofies are fun. Did I mention I watched a good one? I miss Piscourse.

My blogging and my general internet presence (as opposed to my spiritual presence, which has grown ever more televangeliy) has become more infrequent, due to my horredous (ab)use of downloading bandwidth. What, it was only like...15 gigs? It's annoying when you spend nearly 54 seconds waiting to log in.

Mmmmm, jelly. I'll sleep after I do reviews, because I have work tomorrie. Yay, I get free movie! One of my brothers friends bought tickets for Chronicles of Narnia on Christmas. I have no idea why I am one of those people, but I'm not one of them reds who agitate. I won't say anything about tie-ins, cept that Jesus sold out. Hardcore.

Wait.

"Ha ha ha...rassment." Night.

What's the most sacred thing to a man?

"Uh, bicycles?"
"Ham?!"

If you can't guess the source, then you must acquit? No wait, that's OJ.

I like OJ. Orange juice that is.

"First you had OJ, then you had Rodney, and now it's Jonesy!"

I like well made knives. They have that pretty ring to them when you rub them against things, and a well-made knife is a joy to use. It may be the murderous homemaker inside me, but I like chopping things up.

Most namely, something I chopped up was a stiffening product (and still is, in certain circles, i'm guessing...Goddamn Amish). No it was not a hand. It was starch, and the vessel for that starch, potatoes. The stories like this: I come home. I have no food. There are some potatoes. I decide to make mashed potatoes. I start boiling water, only to be interrupted by the walking of dog ritual. Then came back, cooked them, only to notice I lacked butter. And I mean real butter, none of the margarine crap. Actual freaking butter. So off I ran to Woolworths, picked up some butter, then proceeded to further cook my mashed potatoes. The most basic recipe of mashed potatoes ever. Potatoes, milk, butter, salt. Yes, I am a genius.

It was only when I had eaten most of it that I realised I had some wasabi! Granted, this wasabi was a little old, and I could tell this because it started tasting sweet, but wasabi nevertheless. It works really well. The starchy sweetness of the potato is balanced by the wasabi; the potato makes sure you don't get those nauseating headspins when wasabi directly sticks to the roof of you mouth. Or palate, as it is formally called. Screw you Gray's Anatomy, the clitoris don't exist in my book.

Seeing other people was nice, Crosbie must really hate himself. For being white. The UAI is meh. I don't know why Jared was stalking me, and it was a good thing I didn't ask.

Cause he is you know. White.

Still hungry. I finished all of Reno; nearly finished all of my available Buffbuff; have to start on my belated R.O.D. Though I went through one major story arc, got annoyed at the glitchyness and have decided to put it off. Might do a review soon for a book. I really must sleep. But I think I feel an omelette coming. Or maybe even scrambled eggs! Whatever works out. And toast. God so much toast. People do some silly things sometimes.

LIKE OPEN A FRESH LOAF OF BREAD WHEN ONE IS ALREADY OPEN. Grrrr.

Did mention how much I hate wastage? But not wasabi. Now I am going to try wasabi with everything. Even camel.

I like cooking more because it isn't that I want to eat good food all the time, but more because it's an experience into itself. I fuck things up major, and allows me to do something I truly excel at: Cleaning. Okay i'm not that good, but i'm taking a correspondence course in it and i'll have my cleaners diploma within months! Weeks even!

Now I am off to think of a suitable honours thesis for that subject. Night.

Before you do anything, get some Band-aids.

Safe.

I haven't being updating this thing. It's because i'm lazy. And seemingly constantly, constantly busy. It's kinda scary. But you get used to it. Fun though.

Nearly finished another season of Buffy, Willow and Tara haven't made with the happy yet, and it's a little frustrating. Just do it already and then worry about the profitable and sexy consequences later. And can you say Lust Bunnies? Now Buffbuff is tainted. And I will have to clean her out. I'm going to require holy water and my tongue.

To chant.

I'm already feeling the old effects. I wake up tired, my sides hurt and I complain frequently about my sciatica. I wonder where that is. My burner is on the fritz. Make it stop being what could potentially be a copyright suit worth millions to a snack food company.

I finished another book, and very nearly finished another one, only interrupted by the crass demands of my flesh, and the even crasser demands of my mother to come home, but i'm not entirely sure whether it's legal as such to allow me count them as official, bookwise. I might just anyway, because it is a series I really like and would want others to read.

I am beset by hilarity on all sides. Woe is me. Inexplicably tired. Sleeping is odd and unsatisfying. So unlike staying up late at night trawling sites of coffee and digging. Have done nothing of decent responsibility in the past couple of days. Something is horribly, horribly right. Oh dear god, just realised UAI barbecue is on today. Shit. Should probably sleep for that. I will need sufficient energy to be overawed at the sheer weight of Crosbie's UAI. I presume it will get him a pass to see the Queen. Or atleast the damn secret cabal of powerful African-American leaders from the business, political, and entertainment industries working together to ensure that the third season of Chappelle's Show would never happen.

You think I kid? I kid you not.

Now it's laziness

Before it was good old-fashioned sloth.

I love ferrets. They smell bad. They get into everything they shouldn't. They eat catfood. All of these things are personal dreams of mine.

-JS

Why did no one mention that Niego was awesome? I started reading it after the announcements of imminent doom about the strip started coming up, and it's funny from the second strip. That's pretty good yo. Though I may just catch up on Bonus stage as well.

What the hell? I'm playing Alpha Centauri as the crazed warrior woman. I make a few smart moves at the beginning; i'm pinned in by two other factions on a small island, and realise I would get owned if I did nothing. So I move in, eradicate one, subvert/eradicate the other, and take control of the entire island. And now i'm being kept in check by the Peacekeepers. You must be kidding me. Fuck you dramatic irony. Now I can't get control of the U.N., in a seething war with a despot who refuses to stop it for a second so that atleast we could both build up troops, leading to me wearing him down over and over and over again, and just stabbed the CEO in the back in order to get the Fundies on my side.

Such is life.

More Niego genius:

"So you're an independantly wealthy young man orphaned at an young age?
"Mmm..."
"Like Batman!"

I've had a shockingly good time

Or so they tell me.

Why do I get that feeling that I'm going to have to visit that therapist in a while from now? Is it because you're watching me...judging me? Why God why?

I won game of Alpha Centauri! By Transcendence no less. In your face God! What you got? (Off to read Beyond Good and Evil now...)

This is my first post in a hella long while, first proper one since schoolies anyway, meaning the book ones don't count. You savvy?

A little note: I'm just back from Anna (possibly a banana; the coroner's still out on that one) so i'm a tiny bit tipsy/imbibed with alcohol/poison. Forgive typos please.

Schoolies was...AWESOME. Seriously, I could not have had a more fun time. Ridiculous. Even the one night where I felt bad and even cried, AWESOME. It was an AWESOME crying incident. Just could not have asked for better. I even got some; my soul is gratifying like that.

I've had this amazingly good run from schoolies till about now; this doesn't mean that the good run has ended. Going out to buy tickets, reading like crazy, watching stuff I like, being free...Fun. Really is. Aw hell, I even went out to a hippie commune thingy. I wish I could have invited you guys. Twas fun. There were breasts! Nekkid ones!

After schoolies, Piscourse's LAN. Seriously, he needs to become...LESS attractive. I kinda/sorta fell in love with him during that LAN, and i'm glad/unhappy I won't see him for the next 4 weeks or so. So so unfair. WHY? It complicates shit, yet, i'm hoping to deal with it. I should, as he is more cool that I thought, and hopefully, he gets something...ANYTHING. Even a plant. It'll help me atleast.

And Fox? Damn, that boy has had much too much an influence on my life as it is. I didn't really get him, then, I did. It makes wayyyyy more sense now. Good or bad? You decide.

Buffy = hot.

Buffy (Sarah Michelle Gellar) + Faith (Eliza Dushku) + we're dancing in that possible lesbian way = WAY HOT.

No, not watching Buffy word porn at all. Nope.

Damn you Joss Whedon!

I am le tired. So I may, I may just go and have a say, 12 hour nap. Fuuuuuuun. Or not, you know. I have to get back to reading like the good little boy boy I am. Cause you know, it is what I do. Rize is good. Watchworthy I guess. Night.

I finished my first book!

Be happy for me!

As part of this fifty-book craze, i'm gonna do little reviews, to a) get me in shape and b) Because it's what I saw someone else do, and I am shamelessly aping it. Speaking of apes, I saw part of Planet of the Apes. Hi-larious. We have to see it sometime.

Damn you, you dirty stinking apes!

1. Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, by John Berendt.

This is a odd little book. I've heard commendations of this before, mostly in pop-culture filler trash, and most recently in Zz's booklist. I learnt there's a movie as well. I can't remember exactly, but I think the guy has done something recently as well. Anyway, here's a small synopsis of the book: It's about a town. Not just any town, but a specific town. Called Savannah.

Savannah is effectively in the Deep South, but it's become all weird and, not quite gentrified, just...dotty. Berendt does a good job of both getting and showcasing the odd characters around the town; the scientist with the deadly poison, the drag queen, the antique dealer, the grandiose houses. He manages to make it interesting without glorifying. Being a magazine writer helps.

There is effectively no plot: you read through about half the book just learning about the oddballs who live here. The only 'major' plot point as such involves a protracted murder trial involving the above antique dealer. The thing is, the characters themselves are so interesting, and writing smooth enough, the book doesn't really tend to bog down. There is plenty of asides, distractions, commentary, but essentially, works. He's convinced me enough to visit this place at least. Berendt himself put it best: the town is like a luxuriant glasshouse, tended by an indulgent gardener, so that the ordinary became extraordinary, and that the oddball eccentrics tended to survive. It's a good read. Lots of nifty facts, and I didn't realise how important this town is. Whitney invented the cotton gin there damn it! I love those things. Can't get enough of them. Ginny.

I might just update this post as I go along, possibly quite like some form of...say, a progress report. If the post gets too big, i'll break it up, yadda yadda yadda etc etc. Now go read.

It's been a double post day

And so here I go.

After my period of momentary depression today morning at the loss of socks (Yes, it IS that serious), I got ready, much much later than I was supposed to.

Anyway, my mum is so paranoid. She doesn't like me picking up stuff from people i've bought from cause she believes it too dangerous. This is laughable for its surface value, but it gets absolutely hilarious as this story progresses.

Machiavelli was right. Fortune controls about half your life; the other half is your decisions. What I learnt today is that I need a refresher course in how to read street numbers, and that I really should eat. Anything at all.

On with the story. I left house much later than I expected to, and it was basically four when I left for the city, which is where I've picking up the goods. This was bad. I should have left earlier, when I was going to a place that I barely knew and for what was going to be an extended trip.

So I left, got to Central Station and...I got lost. I kinda sorta forgot that street numbers have a system to them; which is why seeing 803-815 on the one side of the street made my think the person I needed to see was inside the Country Comfort hotel. I go inside, ask the dude at the desk, and he mentions: "812 would be on the other side of the street (doofus*)" Oh right.

*He didn't actually say this, but I imagine he would have.

So went to other side of the street, and then after wandering in and out of the vagaries of Central Station, realised that streets don't have to be symmetrical. Oh yeah. When I got to the place I needed to, the guy had left, and I was without games. I probably should have paid more attention to the name; you know, "Christchurch", "St Laurence", etc. The guy apparently works for a church. Which is next door to where he actually works. Oooooookay. I don't particularly think that people who work for a church would be particularly shady. They have God to account for. Now that's a hell of an auditor.

My doubts about the Pharisees aside, I decided to go bookstore hunting. I wanted to find Abbey's which has recieved several (read: 2) celebrity (Crosbie and Office lady, atleast by my standards) endorsements about their Anc. History collection. I was a little tired from not eating enough and it was a hot day, so I went to the bus stop, saw three buses, and thought I could catch one. I was wrong. Missed all three. I took it as a sign.

I started walking up George street to go up the QVB, which is where this famed bookstore was. Along the way, I encountered not less then three (soon to be two, one closes on friday. I'm hurrying back there like there's no next-next-next-next-tomorrow) bookstores; I went into so many bookstores I kinda lost count. I passed the Metro, unsure whether to buy a ticket to BSS. I didn't. But I will tomorrow, cause they ROCK.

I found Abbey's easily, and it's open late too. Nice. Right about next door was another bookstore called Galaxy bookstores, and it specialises in basically what it says. Fantasy, sci-fi, related objects. The most random thing was a Buffy vampire stake; that was kinda retarded. Otherwise, nice enough bookstore.

This was where stuff started getting a little surreal. I got into Town Hall station to go home, and I started getting free shit. A woman (quite forcibly I swear) foisted off on me a Lemon Lime and Bitters (don't cheer, it was diet). Befuddled by this sudden attack, I kinda wandered around looking all confused. I hadn't started drinking the Lemon Lime and Bitters yet, when suddenly they started giving out bottles of ginger beer (SCORE!). Not small bottles either; 750 ml ones. I wanted to trade my 'diet' for the bottle, but she just gave it to me. It wan't entirely full (this doesn't mean I'm an optimist, I just couldn't phrase it properly in the antonym), and this is what led me to my hypothesis.

See, after they gave out all this free shit, they started packing up and leaving. What i'm guessing was that they were giving away free samples of Bundaberg stuff, and they were closing up, and I was just there at the right place at the right time. In retrospect, not much of a hypothesis. Either way, ended up with free drinks. It was worth the train ticket and the not getting stuff.

Greg Proops is insane. He's so damn cool. And incredibly funny. I never knew how engaging he was at stand-up. Yay. That's my story. I have a few errands to run, and hopefully, I will be prepared for everything. Night.

Contrary to belief, knowledge does not bring truth - it brings doubt.

An otherwise low note on a very good day.

There is no greater act than caring, and life is just an exercise in that, from start to finish.

LAN was fun. It really was a very nice way to start the end of the HSC. A good bunch of people, a good bunch of games. Nothing too cohesive, nothing too divisive. It worked out well for the outlay of investment.

I've got my grand master plans set out, and they will be executed with Napoleaonic precision and Caesarion (what is the proper suffix for Caesar? Caesarion was the son of Caesar and Cleopatra) zeal. Even if it doesn't work out, I could always pull a Benedict Arnold and abandon ship. It doesn't make sense to pursue a Pyrrhic victory and die Nathan Hale style.

I have learnt that I need to sleep deprive myself more often. I really am starting to hate certain people whom apparently I am related by blood. By george, blood may be thicker than water, but it's consumption isn't crucial to your life, you throw up after consuming copious amounts of it, and it certainly isn't thicker after mixing to water in a ratio of 6:1. What do these people have against life? I hope they get consumption and die.

Bitterness is a flavour that is too often overlooked. There are plenty of things that can add bitterness to your cuisine: bitter berries, bitter gourd, cyanide, etc. Try some today!

After a while, you really start getting sick of exclamation marks. Seriously.

Now, I am off to encourage and participate in the optimisation of the reallocation of resources that occurs so splendiferously in the capitalist system. Dynamicism and redundancy are two key aspects that is essential to the survival of any system, be it political, financial, economic, religious or philosophical. Meretricians to all.

Not with nuclear arms!

You can't hug your children with nuclear arms.

It's nearly over. I can taste it. It tastes...like stale pudding. And missed opportunities. Speaking of which, that happened today. I saw a book on euthanasia which looked really interesting, but I didn't have any money, and it was only two bucks, I put it down for a sec to get money from my mother, and someone else picked it up. That was annoying. But I bought myself another book to console myself. And pizza. Good pizza.

My parents really aren't that bad. They're quite delicious topped with cilantro. Because it is the spice of kings. And parents.

Yes, this is shifty and deceptive. It's also a bit a of an accident. I forgot about it :P

Overacting = lame.

Night.

I knew it would happen

I did it! I hit the proverbial jackpot!

See, see, Ebay DOES pay off. I managed to snag 2 decent games cheaply! Say it with me now...

WINNAH!!!

The guy lives in Sydney (apparently he works near Central Station) so I am gonna go pick them up! Yayyyyyyy. Even then, the postage rates he offered were really cheap, making it that I don't even have to get up off my seat of victory!

And all it took was hours of my life.

I missed lots of other bargains though :( The economist inside of me (and outside) is crying.

I'm a little too nervous to study for exam(s). It's kinda weird. Safran's new show is awesome! Kinda low key, kinda random. You need a faith lift indeed. That is all.

I hate families.

Walking along in really nice weather, kinda cold, but not too cold, bright yet not sunny, I wanted to go on the swings. Then I saw a family on it. Due to their breeding abilities, they monopolised the swings. Bastards. What about the Scary Loner!? Ever think about them?! I'll show them...In the middle of the night, when they're tired because they've SWUNG SO MUCH AND NOT LET ANYONE ELSE HAVE A GO CAUSE THEY OUTNUMBER THEM, i'll be waiting...Cut off their legs, that's it. How you gonna swing then huh?! HUH?!

That's right...bitch.

I am not studying like the good little beaverbee I should be. I did manage to win two games of Alpha Centauri, and have another vendetta against a specific mission in a game. Greaaat. The memories of Mount Hyjal are still too fresh.

Oh it'll happen one day. You just watch.

I didn't think it would happen to me, but I am actually living in a place that makes me so angry, I feel nauseous. And I gained weight! Woo, 56!

I've started some study. But not much. Today was 'Guy' Fawkes day! (his name was Guido, for gods sake.) Let's all bring down Parliament. Cause if it's one thing that has too high self-esteem, it's Parliament. Yayyyyyy.

The HSC is finishing soon! Just six more hours. I'm counting it down. All the way down. To downtown.

It just won't stop

Damn you ebay!

I'll recover. In time.

3unit it annoying. Sentence fragments are annoying. I want my candy.

Ancient History is scary! So much to remember...I need to go check my email to make sure I haven't missed anything. Goddamn it.

Have not done enough study. Have to update movie lists. Have to stop talking like I lack a first person.

Oh the humanity. Or lack thereof. Haven't we saved enough daylight already? Why are saving anyway? Is it in case the terrorists hijack the sun?

So open your windows, unless you want the terrorists to win!

I will go to sleep soon, and memorise mnemonics. Or not. Night.

The capitalist system is bunk

or was that history?

It doesn't matter, because i'm not winning. Well, I did win, but it was Pyrrhic. And kinda meaningless, cause I won Existentialism.

Winnah?

So yeah, I won existentialism (snipe that, bitch) and am now waiting for it in the mail. Like a puppy. I also forgot my phone. But it turned up in someone elses hand.

The funny thing was, I was just about to give you guys the domestic phone number, when I was pleasantly informed that my phone was fine. Wow, that was a close call! Hilarious.

Our school is AMAZING. I went to school to inquire about my misplaced phone, when the office lady looks at my Kagan and goes, "Oh I just finished a course in Ancient History at Macquarie." And that's when I started palpitating. See, this is how overqualified our school is. Our office people have skillz. I also went to enquire about fish, and was told they are happy in a pond. So that was good.

And I haven't lost my evil commie touch. I was successful in procuring HOMM3 Complete (no, i'm not going to expand that, if you know it, you know it, if you don't, know that I hate you) which promptly made me lose a couple of days of my life. Yatta. Then I got Close combat 3, which is pretty exactly the same, cept better functionality (and COMMIES!) as the one which I wanted so bad. The tutorial though = crap.

So these two wins have kinda made me not spend so much time on Ebay.

Hah, I lied.

Only a little.

As for study, CRAP. I haven't done...enough. I finished my Kagan, so I am hella prepared for Peloponnesian war, but I havta revise Caesar, Rome and Sparta. Caesar especially. 19/25 tells me to revise :P

As for extension, eh. I did well in trials, so I'll just follow that regime, and I should come out alright. I'm hoping for a band 6 in 3u, if I can.It'll pull up my atrocious english scores atleast.

I've been thinking about nature vs. nurture recently, and the results are inconclusive. I've been thinking about how the me and the cool people I know have turned out, and i'm not sure. I certainly don't think personally, my family played any part in my personality; it was much a friends/me thing. Hell, the way i've turned out was in spite of my family, rather than because of it.

I'm really different from my brothers; both physically and intellectually. Physically, they're more endomorphic. Intellectually, they're nowhere near as inquisitive, not as committed, and nowhere nearly as awesome. Which makes me think that having kids and a family isn't exactly the right way for me to go. Not that it ever was.

That's all I have to say for now, I must motivate myself to study and stop trying to think of the ways in which I could win...games. I will focus on winning the HSC instead! It's like a game, cept it's crap, everyone has to do it, and very few people like it. Graphics are non-existent. Gameplay? Sadistic. And it gives new meaning to phrase 'learning curve'. As for stability, hell no, they release a new patch like every couple years. Wicked retahded indeed. Night.

He's eating his feelings.

Someone nearly as awesome as me.


Feeling a little off. I haven't eaten enough today, and the weather is playing a part too...It's the bad part today. Maybe i'll just read some Martha Nassbaum to reassure myself.


Goddamn it, what happened? Why the fucks have I become so friggin sedate? I'm reduced to reading the goddamn paper for Chrissakes. And why the hell didn't you people react to it?! This is why I propose to get four new friends (in paperback!) in the form Kant, Rousseau, Wittgenstein and Sartre into my life, to make it brighter and cheerier...Or not.


Cept I can't.


Why?


I got sniped.


I fucking got sniped. Not once, not twice, but FOUR times. By the same guy.


In the interests of revenge, i'm publishing the name. Peteo956, I sincerely hope we meet in hell, where I will pummel the crap out of you.


This is all your fault Jared.


I even left his house early to bid on these things...Sonofabitch. I'm pissed yo, and I am so gonna comfort myself (not like that you hussy)


Binge shopping here I come!


In better news, I saw Bob's video. Her mom = awesome actor. Was that even planned?! Did she just walk into the scene exactly like that and you left it in? Cause she was awesome.


See, if I were a sweaty buzzkill, overweight, constantly complaining about my alimony, chainsmoking and Jewish, I would make a great producer/agent! In addition, I could give humourous commentary like this:


Me, the producer/agent: Listen Babs, first things first. Your casting choices. Jared Orth? Who the fuck is that? No one wants to go to a movie and see Jared Orth. He's a nobody. Who's he? That's right, he's replaced. They wanna see all them fancy name stars, like Arnie, before he wussed out and went into politics.


*end me being producer/agent*


Good times.


I'm not feeling well, and I've just been sniped. Bye.

In retrospect

It really has been a very good day.

Except for the sting in the tail. That was mean. There was an article about shopping addicts, and how it was as widespread as obesity, and how the affected are 90 per cent women. I thought I was in the clear, as I lack a vagina (Yes, it IS a good thing.) But then, at the end, they went, men are affected differently. They either keep collections of expensive things, or bid at online auctions.

Screw you buddy. Screw you.

Me wanty.

I didn't study enough. Hell, i'm not studying now. I should be. Either way, I got icecream today! Really nice icecream. From New Zealand Natural. Though I highly doubt their claims of being 'nature's backyard.' My parents bought it for me as a 'treat'. They are awesome like that sometimes. And they gave me chocolate! Huzzah.

I read more Kagan. In the sun. Also, today was a tense day on ebay. I was bidding on one thing, putting off bidding on another, the other fell through, so did this one...it was very tense. For a while I was winning. Long enough for me to feel elated.

Did anyone watch the cricket match? It was quite good! So anticlimatic towards the end though. 2 balls, 2 runs, and then...an edge for four. Eh. Up to that point was hella interesting though. Lee getting Gillespie in the ribs. Hilarious.

I wanna see Me and you and everyone we know. It got a good review, and I am smitten with Miranda July. A performance artist! Hah. Her hair has the weirdest part. And she has huge eyes. We're talking dinner plate here. Damn it, she is making me cheat on Meryl. That hussy. Not that i'm actually sleeping with either of them, but emotionally. That's where it counts. And hurts. *sob*

Jared should know, in contrast to my very nice parents who don't hang up on me, that he is a very bad person, and should feel very guilty. Very bad.

But now, now who has the petty revenge?! That's right me!

I'm going back to study now. Night.

Wow! Britney's got her body back!

Take that, alien bodysnatchers!

It's slightly offputting to realise that Chode has a very similar style of humour to me. However, what he lacks in wit, he makes it up for in...some weird combination of sheer randomness and quantity. I, on the other hand, lack nothing.

Ebay has become that gracious 2nd (third? first even?) home of mine. I've spent enough time on there to realise what is a bargain and what isn't and such. That, and spelling look with @ is always guaranteed to bring in viewers! Or annoy the hell out of me. For example: l@@k! See what I mean?

Also, i'm starting to like the dog. We're both casually indifferent towards each other. I stroke her sometimes, but with no real heart. But she is useful in the sense she starts barking at people. Like an early warning system. She is like the boy who cried wolf, cept this boy is a bitch (oh yeah, legitimate usage...that feels good) and goes woof. We all know what happened to that boy.

So, to date, have not done any maths study. Lounging around, getting a popper out, squeezing the juice out on to a glass, which I then drank with a straw...I feel like the Grand Poo-bah of The Sultanate of Granite Benchtops. I did do some sieging though, a couple of dungeons here and there. Reaffirmed my love of Kagan, whom I will endeavour to buy through any freaking means possible. Now sucking on popper straw. S'alright.

Chomsky won top intellectual! By a long shot too. And here is your moment you're missing out on:

'Wow dad, you saved me from the evil monster!'
'Yeah I do that...Along with needlepoint, which is artsy and relaxing!'

Further proof that Gittins is the...above mediocre-est

Opening paragraph:

The thing that worries me about economic rationalists - and the business people who want the rationalists' policies into practice - is their tendency to eat their babies.

See, if I ever become an economist, I'm not sure whether I would be this cool.

As for me, meh. I'm behaving inefficiently, if baseball and Metal Slug can be called that. This English business is annoying the fuck out of me, i'm at the stage I am willing to memorise essays, mostly because i've read my notes so many freaking times it is meaningless. And so, i'm spending huge amounts of time on Ebay, trawling and watching out for that one special bargain that will change my life. For about 3 days. Then back to trawling.

See, I figure that I can stockpile enough of these bargains, I will never have to go outside, eat, sleep or deal with humanity. EVER AGAIN.

Yes, it's a pipe dream, but we can all agree, dreaming is fun.

I've watched the same scrubs Episode 5 times now. I need to stop.

Did you notice the inversion?

I'm going to waste more time on...funness. Or actual study. It's weird being up early.

EDIT (not a true one): Bird flu is SCARY.

Say it isn't so

That Jared may indeed be accurate with his observations.

I'm doing this when I'm meant to be studying (Bob you must vindicate me on this), but stuff is coming to me really well, and i'm having that sort of inspiration that God would be envious of, even if he granted it.

Besides, I am studying.

I'm feeling sated, after having my supper and more importantly my dose of decent, if not good reading. I'm rereading the FLW again, this time a bit closer and such. It gets too much of a short shrift methinks. Yes yes, wank and all that, but they guy has genuinely cared, and it shows. As postmodern novels go, the guy seems to have his head firmly in place, without sacrificing too much to lameness.

As I was eating, I thought it would be pleasant to watch something to distract myself from this interminable business of eating and living that goes on so much around here. Yes, I understand that it is rather ironic to watch something interminable to distract myself from the same, but I was hoping Spongebob was on. No one finds an animated sponge interminable. It wasn't on.

Harry Potter the 3rd was though, and this is where Jared may (I stress may) be right. The music was...well it was appropriate. It's a good thing that it's called a score; in this case, it may suffice to fix a suffix (ZING!) in front of that to call it an underscore. In that last half hour or so that I watched (think that's an insufficient amount of time to properly judge a movie? Why are you here then?) Every event, every little thing, had its' little sound. It was almost like watching a video game movie, where everything has its pretty little sound. The other thing about the movie was the mature language; the word 'hell' (Which is exactly where you're going, witch spawn Rowling) was heard. In keeping to the religious theme, why did Sirius look like Jesus? (The one from Nazareth, not the bowler.) Speaking of which, why did they put so much effort into the end credits? Maybe if they used that in the movie, it would have turned out better!

Ba-zing!

I actually quite like the movie, or whatever portion I saw of it. But taking shots is more fun. Ooh, double-entendre.

But not really.

Now, I am off to have fun and play the ukelele. Simultaneously.

This is what i've been reduced to

Buying old skool games on Ebay.

And I had nearly had it too. Close Combat: A bridge too far dammit. I loved that game. Played the demo to death squishing people under tanks. I didn't win what I sorta/maybe wanted, so now i'm going to console myself by getting another game. Yup, perfectly logical. See, I figure that if I buy the game(s), I'm not being a filthy rotten commie thief. And save myself dling.

Not Lenny! Leave him alone, damn non-commies!

World XI. Pathetic. Goddamn pathetic.

Journeys is coming along merrily...or should that be Meryl Lee! *teeheehee* I'm starting things that I should done a loooong time ago. Meh, it's journeys.

If I see any more frigging ads for the new workplace relations crap, why I oughta...

On other news, it appears i'm going to BDO! This despite NOT LISTENING to ONE of the several BANDS that HAVE RELEASED a NEW ALBUM.

That looked a lot cooler in my head. Damn.

Oh well, I guess you could listen to the radio, eyes closed, remaining sedentary, perhaps gnawing on a delicious shank of lamb...

It's happened.

I've finally lost it. I've started fantazising about books I don't have but desperately desparately want (read: my knees are more than willing to get these books), and not only that, i'm meeting and admonishing the authors. I'm looking at you, Kagan. You neo-conservative you. Oh silly, now look what you've done. You went and signed the PNAC charter. Now i'm going to rub your nose in it to teach you a lesson not to do it again. You do these outside! Got it?

I'll say it again: Chasing and trying to find out where those damn kookaburras were laughing from was much more entertaining than revising. It also got me thinking about how if you first came to Australia, being used to well, songbirds, you heard this retahded laughing sound, you would be freaked. Also I read this thing about this guy making an album which have birdsongs and such on it. Seems awesome and cool.

I am revising...sorta. Just not well. Or at all.

My mum took away my book. Why is she literate and hurtful!? I have to go prevent rape now. It's not very fun. Night.

Feeling Lousy.

No, this does not mean I am covered in lice. Or have any affection to either turn into or harbour lice.

I had this good time, with nice people, Star Trek fan(s), WoW, hugs and soft hands...

...Yet I have felt really really bad today. I'm guessing atleast some of it was biological; poisons and hormones don't mix, which if you think about it is probably a good thing. The concoction resulting from this mixture would be pure annoyance.

It started out fine enough, I felt alright, a little tight, but fine. But there was this something wrong, something wrong feeling, constantly tugging at me all day. I thought about the events of last night, and I feel bad now. I have absolutely no idea why I did what I did. Just nothing. All that vaunted self-awareness which I have been striving to maintain just went kaput. But intent aside, my actions were appalling. I have no idea why I behaved the way I did. I apologise for my exceedingly rude behaviour. This isn't some societal convention of impoliteness that i'm talking about; it was fundamentally an intellectual transgression against people whom I care about.

I understand that self-justification and rationalisation (as opposed to reason) are crucial in the survival of what could be termed 'normal' human behaviour. The thing is that this skill, which I have paid special attention to and tried to improve over the years, has failed me on this occasion. When self-justification fails, all that hangs over is that futile sense of guilt, of wrongness that is so demoralising.

I spent most of the day unable to face myself, unable to regress to self-loathing, yet unable to face my goddamn courage and move on. I've been (re)reading the French Lieutenant's Woman (more on that hopefully later) and I just couldn't quite force myself to concentrate. My mind just kept going back. I ended up sleeping most of the day or sulking when I wasn't; it didn't help that the entire house was filled with people. Noisy people. I am sorta grateful that I managed to hold out atleast until the late afternoon; facing my relatives (I can't believe I'm related to these people) was atleast an easier prospect with a 'positive' mind.

See, i've been thinking about choice a lot in the past month or so, which for me, or anyone seemingly adolescent, is a very long time (The expansion of consciousness that occurs during this period is amazing, and one hopes it never stops). This is a bit more than that free-will v. determinism debate, which I don't care much about; interesting philosophically, and can be resolved. It's the more fundamental, practical aspects that i'm having trouble with. I've read Lila on this, and I agree with it on the most part. The thing is, it's difficult to ascertain static and dynamic patterns. Sexuality, especially. I'll state my position on this now, in order to avoid backtrack and further explanation. Because I define through action and rather than intent, I look towards the behaviour of people in order to define. I've never really liked the labels of straight, gay, bi, whatever; it's the behaviour which I see as important. Really, I don't see how any form of consensual sexual practice between adults damages society, aside from an assault on outdated sensibilities.

Now, because I see sexuality through a behavioural lens, I see all sexuality as a choice; presumably, there is no force aside from your own biological intent that is driving you to sexual practice. I mean, you can't possibly label someone as straight or gay, if they've never had sex throughout their life. This brings up problems elsewhere though, in that if sex, one of the three base human motivators, is a choice, what else is a choice? I'm really leaning to the free-will side of the crowd, yet I don't really like them because it is still limited.

I've let myself believe that I do control myself, even in something like sex. Then, suddenly, yesteday happened, and I don't feel like i'm controlling anything at all, leaving me with that alarmed and helpless feeling so conducive to being emo. I realise I am being a bit presumptous in thinking I control that much in my life, but if you can't control sex, what can you control?

It's this lack of control that leaves me so goddamn frustrated with myself. Being attracted, atleast sexually, to both sexes is enormously debilitating, the spectre of sex always hangs nearby, threatening to ruin. It's making me very anti-social, and I don't like it. I'm wondering whether i'm just sexually motivated the way I am in order to get people to like me, or love me even. If it's true, and it's a possibility, it's lame and more than a little pathetic.

I was thinking to call someone and just talk for a little while, and hopefully relax a little, but was too plagued by guilt and indecision to do it. I don't particularly know the limits of forgiveness, but i'd rather keep a large reserve just in case. Either way, this is what thing is meant to be, something in a way that could be cathartic and hopefully to getting it to leave me the fuck alone, so I can get onto the important things in life, like revision. Joy.

In the few moments that I managed to control myself and read, I realised just how petty and provinicial my extended family is. It's so fucking narrow-minded and inane, and yet these people behave as though they are socially superior. My family looks awesome compared to this. Hell, my family is a fucking saint in the light of this. I'm not going to go too much further on this, lest I fall prey to ironic bigotry.

I don't know how i'm going to spend the rest of the night, which i'll be awake for atleast a while. If I calm down, I'll read more of my fun comic books and absorb stuff, and see if I can clean up my room and get my notes in order. If not, I have no idea. I might just watch something mindless on tv for a little while first, hopefully Little Britain is still running.

Something is weird here. I've had incidents like these before, but they've never provoked such a crisis of faith. Either way, it shouldn't matter in the long run, and I've come out fine. To whoever is reading this, take care. Night.

While i'm bleeding

I didn't realise that it was my 300th post yesterday. Damn I waste a lot of time on these things.

It's time for your 15 minute politics lesson! There's even a treat at the end involving Darwin.

The much needed critique of liberal democracy has increasingly been coming from 'communitarians'. They maintain that if society and even democracy are to work, they need strong community ties and plenty of civic virtue. Rights should therefore be accompanied by social responsibilities, and we need a concept of 'the common good.' We emphasize our interdependence, our embeddedness in various communities, the duties we owe to each other as well the advantages of mutual solidarity and the importance of economic, political and cultural localism. To quote Robert D. Putnam: "strong and free government depends on a virtuous and public-spirited citizenry."

However, two problems emerge: Communitarianism is strong on community but weaker on citizenship. While it is true that liberal democracy risks producing a non-society of passive and isolated individuals, communitarians risk producing an alternative of regressive communities, based on ethnic and other exclusive identities, which are internally repressive and externally hostile. (important phrase, remember it.)

A classic example of this are the kibbutzim in Israel. They are internally repressive in that the "kibbutz came to mean not merely socialist production and collectivist agriculture, but collectivised family life and socialised child-rearing. Mothers and fathers saw almost nothing of their own children, boys and girls were encouraged to think of the kibbutz itself as their parent, and the most despised values were individuality and privacy."(from this.) Chomsky describes the kibbutzim he was in had an incredibly macho culture in it; all the boys in the kibbutz had been in the Army, and were expected to maintain that ideology. They are externally hostile in that they are racially hostile; Chomsky left his kibbutz due to the 'appalling' level of racism exhibited against Arabs and Palestinians.

The second problem is that communitarians often fail to recognise the extent to which commercial market forces are now able to corrupt communities. Nevertheless, this is an enormous challenge, but it cannot be forever avoided. Given the problems of communism, it may stand a better chance of resolution as an issue of civic republicanism.

If you read through all that, it's a tortoise!

Ain't it precious? And it's not just any tortoise, it was Darwin's tortoise. She's very old. And she lives in Australia Zoo! I wanna visit and see if it gives any clues that Darwin was WRONG. Damn sinful bastard. Only the will of our Lord kept this tortoise alive!

Tortoise 1, Darwin 0.

I also finished past HSC maths paper. Granted, it was the 2004 paper, which apparently was so easy that our school performed too well on it, and so had to be audited. So maybe it didn't count. Maybe you don't count. Nyau.

Making impressions.

Hey man, that's not cool.

- Fish found at Makeout Reef making out with a pillow.

Indeed, if that's not cool, what is?

I'll tell you what's cool. You can rely on me for that. Currently, souffles are cool. Dirty dirty fingernails are not. At ALL.

Debating on whether I should to teh beach morrow. I do need to study English and it would be nice, but...I am also le tired. So far it looks like the French will win.

Hah. As if the French won anything. Unless this was Civ, and I was the Joan of Arc(why??).

I also need to get a present. Or maybe someone will give me a present, thereby short-circuiting that tedious and circuitous process of getting a present.

I am being sinful by not studying. I'll go do that now.

Someone's been bass-taping you?

Jesus Reno 911 is funny. Download me that.

I have not done enough study. I did my prefs instead! Yayyyy. I am now doing Int. Studies. Yes, it is lame. But shut up. After this, when I go stroke exports and yell to export more, people will nod and listen wisely.

Go go exports!

I don't like Dale Carnegie.

I survived a spill today! It was wacky. My aunt is an unreliable driver. I have finished a lot of books. In your face, HSC!

Or was that Lincoln?

Richard Nixon (ugly) v. John Kennedy (purr!)

It is back to trawling ebay like an old hag I go. Or not. Night.

Work leave

It's not what it sounds like. I'm not taking a break from work, infact, i'm taking a leave in order to work. Yes,I am back to that place you should have never come to.

The past three or so days have consisted or three essential activities: Working, playing the campaign of War3 (perfectly I might add) and reading. I'm reading book called Marching powder, easy read about prison, cocaine, wheelings, dealings, etc. Bolivia seems to be a crazazy sort of place. Nice, even if drags a bit. (How can a factual story about prison and drugs and such drags I don't know, but it does.)

There's also been sleeping and eating and other essentials e.g. AGONISING ABOUT WHAT COURSE TO PICK.

Sleeping in has never been so awesome.

Graduation, I have to admit, was a bit of a blast. I was much too wired that night. It was fun and great though. And why our principal decided to turn our graduation farewell into a stump speech for his impending thrust into politics is beyond me. He could have left us with some memorable words on how to spend our life, but now I will forever make sure our public schools are funded, thus securing Warrens job forever. Damn, he is crafty.

In conclusion, I have one piece of advice: Wash thoroughly.

You've got an organ in that song, that's why it has so much body.

DJ Shadow is the musical equivalent of the stranger who lures you with exotic candy and then brings you back to his house made of more delicious foodstuffs. He then lets you stay, linger a bit...But it is too late. You are ravenously devouring every single part of his household, reducing him to a pauper.

How could you, you awful awful person?

To use a cliched equation, Jared = shithead.

I have noticed that tv has replaced lives in people. That is a low state.

I'm making...connections. I know someone talented who says he's interested in corporate raiders. Much as I loathe the principle of it, cushy corporate job here I come! People want to, voluntarily, do investment banking. Ching Ching! And no they are not hammers going for your scrotum, however badly designed it is.

So gonna buy out Microsoft...using MAGIC.

I have to do UAC prefs. I have no idea. Psych at Syd is ridiculously competitive. 55 honours kids a year. And they accept transfers. Macquarie there's more, but they don't like transfers. Economics, Maths. Lots of maths. Goddamn it, just let me have my cake and eat it.

Ancient History would so cool. Fuck job prospects, my historian hatred of archaelogy will be validated and nurtured. *tear*

I had cake today. It was goooood cake. Muddy and glazy it was, staring deep into the depth of itself, finding only more mud and glaze underneath. It was heartbroken. It then crawled off to reside in the depths of someone else soul, giving joy and deliciousness as it spread.

A mud cake plague would be awesome.

Evo-licious.

Eh, we don't have a TV.

I am off to watch Scrubs and enjoy the last few days of my non-existent freedom. Nighty night.

Women who love pigs should be commended.

I like pigs. Fun to be around. I'm sorry if you see any extended pig references soon.

I've been rolling around in laziness, like a pig may do if it only had mud in order to clean itself, and not say the cleansing essence of a cleaning product. Isn't laziness also a sin?

In gaming hell, you will grow to hate goombas.

I've been playing Super Mario Brothers, and it is fiendishly difficult. Don't let the word super fool you; there is nothing super about having to play the same goddamn level over and over and over until long after the batteries have run out, keeping the console powered purely by the gamers own self-loathing and lack of social life. Satan himself, in all his munificent glory, could not have conjured quite so a difficult yet superficially easy sort of setup. It is my belief that Satan has appropriated this setup, and Hell consists of trying to find your beloved, only to be foiled by cannons. Cannons firing intelligent bullets. And Lakitu is gods second hand man, raining fiery death from above, all the while disguising it as 'eggs', bearing their nutritious load. Which is a lie. A shiny, spiky, baldfaced lie.

'Pig race?'
'Dance marathon.'
'I was close.'

Gripping with both hands, he pushed and pulled until the spiral pathway opened, leading to the downfall of us all.

The weather is changing. It's pleasanter now. It will be conducive to getting up, and hopefully, study. I have done too well in certain things to my liking. It's traitorous.

Sleep is seriously overrated. But only there will the Kings of Tarshish bring gifts. Criminal I tells ya. I like gifts. Especially unbidden ones. I will go now and commiserate, getting some small comfort that chocolate is plentiful, coffee is fairer and whatever happens, people will still yell at each other over something petty.

It kinda makes me very happy

DotA that is.

For Panderia! Where ever that is, and whatever it may contain. Pandas rock.

I gave in to my sinful sinful urge again to play Warcraft III again today, but it was fun and worth it. It was fun being a drunken panda who slung drinks at people. And splitting into elemental and cuter pandas. Wearing robes.

I was a lycanthrope too! Woof woof.

Miaow miaow. Miaow miaow. Miaow miaow you stupid dog!

I did eco work and found my hypothesis is true. I am forever doomed to 18. Whatever will I do.

Whaddya mean, perversion has limits!? That's maybe because you're jealous!

Have to do UAC preferences. I don't know what i'm going to do. I feel that whatever I do will be inadequate, unless I do something hopelessly self-indulgent. Then I will be poor and educated. I can live that. But I fear others cannot. Others more worldly and wanting to play Warcraft. Damn.

I'm atleast coming on friday! I have cake! I heard legals is getting an icecream cake! A GOOD icecream cake. I am off now to sup tea. McTschuss.

Why did you abandon me?

yay for impressionable young minds whom I can fob my propoganda off!

Seriously though, Crosbie is my bitch. Intellectually speaking.

See, I'm sitting here in this cold, cold chair, with my cold cold screen, with my cold cold hands, with only a touch lamp to keep my company.

A TOUCH LAMP. Not even a fucking clapper.

I deserve that clapper damn you! *claps*

I might go study. Or not.

I finished Kirby. Goddamn that game is cute. Kirby has more than one dance! It was a revelation to behold. I am feeling irritable. Like a sea urchin. Or a clam. Night.

The redemption of Hugo Weaving

Atleast that's what I'm bylining Little Fish.

For the uninformed (and the uninitiated...but that comes later), Little Fish is this Australian flick with an awesome cast, and actually seems to be good. If you watched At The Movies today (possibly one of the best At The Movies in a long while) you'll know what I mean. Weaving looks electric; he's got such an intense sort of face. His facial structure is just...gah. I'm adding him to list of cool actors. I don't actually know what that list is, but Depp is on it. He got promoted after the chocolate factory.

This At The Movies was possibly one of the most confrontational I've seen; Mondovino, quaint little documentary about wine and globalisation which I'm really hoping I can see, was fairly hotly debated. David gave it half a star; that's right, half. It went a little like this.

David: I'm giving this half a star.
Margaret: You can't do that!
David: Yes, yes I can. I'm giving this movie half a star.
Margaret: Half a star, that's outrageous! I'm giving it four.

Mondovino even got good press on metacritic, scoring a respectable 67. Ebert liked it.

Crazazy.

I haven't even started on that thing I'm not supposed to tell about, and I have no idea how to. I will grill tomorrow about it. Like George Foreman.

'What would be the first thing you would do if you were ruler of the world?'

'I'd get rid of religion...and maybe underwear.'

Damn it, I was hoping for a slightly less busy week. It's still been busy, but i've had stuff popping up, while I have absolutely no obligation to go to or fulfill, must do so in order to maximise my market opportunities. How the siren song of economics lures me so.

I am off to go to sleep, and maybe the idea for something poignant and relevant will pop into my head to mystify and amaze the reciever. Night.

That's it! You just lost your brain privileges!

So sayeth Plankton.

Damn this forgetful brain of mine! I have all this interesting shit I have to say, but instead end up falling back on bestiality. Not that I'm very well acquainted with the subject, you know, unlike some other people who TOOK THE DAY OFF to experience it.

I have recieved grave and terrifying news about the Artworks. Jared, for all his intense hard work, didn't score first. Not even 2nd. That is genuinely fucked up. A general boycott/protest rally is planned. That would be cool.

If only it were real.

I have effectively finished all my assessments, and am free! I have got War 3 to install (NOT play) and am planning to play something even better and cooler: portability.

DS + random Jap game where funky j-pop combined with absurd situations resulting in a cheerleading team dancing to save the earth from an asteroid = goddamn cool.

We let a cripple be president? A cripple?!

I have lent my Chomsky out to Bussing, and discussed with him the seeming fatalism of politics. Let the indoctrination begin!

Once in office, the president becomes acutely aware he is temporary steward of a permanent position. The 22nd Amendment - passed in the wake of the Depression-ending, World War II-winning nightmare that was the Roosevelt Administration - means the president has no more than eight years, and possibly as little as one month, to put his stamp on the office.

Can you put me on the list (8)

It's bjorke goodness!

Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:

I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

I felt it was my duty to improve the cultural value of you uncultured swine. Though, really, I do not think you are demon-possessed or such. Do be kosher though.

Plus, it's a nice quote.

What you need to give me is much simpler. Organs. Delicious smooth organs. Give them to me.

Please?

I've started school work. It is demonous.

You know, I have had a miraculous/awesome weekend. Also, forward slashes are very in.

Also, anyone who sees this MUST GO TO MACQUARIE OPEN DAY.

Why you ask?

Free Camel Rides! What's that? Free camel rides?! Yes, Free camel rides! Yayyyyy!

Another busy week. I feel bad. I missed SpongeBob, Arrested, even Scrubs. I don't feel that bad, just...I like those shows? I really like those shows? like, really really like?

I'm tired, but I will finish atleast some of this. Night.

That idiot slattern sent the dog?!

See, if Jamie Oliver can make it big by talking like Jamie Oliver, what would it do for someone to talk like Jamie Oliver and not actually be Jamie Oliver? Fame and fortune indeed.

Yes he is a patsy.

I want a scapel for my casual surgery.

Look! It's Kidneyland! And who's that? It's Walt Kidney himself! Yayyyy!

Went and saw artworks. They were cool! Jared's one was used as a demostrator. This is very unfortunate. Now, when I greet Jared in the morning with the usual hearty "You're a no talent hack!!," I will have to remind myself to ignore the notion of hypocrisy. *sigh* Sigh.

In all fairness though, he was the one who did this well.

In respect, however, I will not insult him for all of tomorrow. Atleast, I won't mean it.

All the other artworks were awesome too! Well, not all, but a lot. Who does Oil on Canvas anymore?

I started reading some J.D. Salinger. It's pretty cool. Surprisingly readable, considering when it was written. Or it could be that my imagination starved mind is craving for anything even remotely new, and like a homeless orphan, I am willing to lick the last sheen of literary sugar from the candy wrapper that is a book.

What the hell is wrong with my body!? You'd think the damn thing would learn NOT to sync my REM sleep with my cicadian rhythms, but noooo, it's being retarded. I woke up at the exact middle of my dream of being a koala teddy bear; I was really enjoying it too (there was a doll involved, I don't know why. And NO, not like that.)

Scrubs starts today! Atleast I'll fail the HSC with a good stock of Scrubs quotes. I will have to get Fairy Godparents and awesome writers. I think the latter will be a harder find. Good night.

Cause all we got is (8)

Dead disco! Dead Funk!

Metric is shorter than my eyes show. Awesome though.

I got a haircut today. I learnt two things: 1) Why does every barber have to continually clack with scissors for every moment it's in their hands? Is it a barber college thing? Do they have competitions based on sound, speed, endurance? Why!? 2) Any barber who has his pinky up while doing the former thing is bound to be a polite barber. Watch out for those. Those are the most dangerous kind of barber.

Also, I took the day off to work on my English. I have only two periods! It's not that much of a loss. I go to plenty of business periods.

Enough to OWN YOU!!!

I hate not being the goat!

Everybody loves pie!

Fairly Odd parents continues to amaze, while Spongebob vindicates my belief about pie. Family Guy is good, if a little unpolished.

Being treated to that many good shows and music has put me in an energetic mood. I will perservere to finish this damn thing, and hopefully stay within word limit. Keep looking out for that chocolate.

Consistency: highly overvalued.

I'm listening to ladies sing! Yay metric! yay Eisley!

Now get into my pants.

What is pink and square at the same time?

Patrick Squarepants!

I missed Fairly Odd Parents and Arrested to do my 3u thing, which I...failed to do. I was really inspired and junk yesterday, but now am being sinful. Going back to old addictions. Expensive addictions. Crack-like addictions.

Damn you PvP!

I met someone cool today! Together, we were able to piece together coolness! yayyyyy. But more seriously, I was actually forced to articulate whatever the hell I believe in. It's more and a bit less difficult to talk about. I'm still kinda a retard though, especially when I did all this before...oh well.

I have no idea how I'm going to get motivated to do this work properly. I'll use that old fallback of not doing it. yay.

I'm doing well in most of my trials. Go cramming! Seriously, best study technique EVER. And now, I want school to finish so I can enjoy atleast the illusion that I have some freedom. And to read. That is fun. I am being continually frustrated at that like you not would believe. Well you might. But I don't want you do, and that's important, kapeesh?

Going to try and figure out something to make me do some work. Astrologists predict you will recieve a windfall of chocolate in your immediate future. Watch out for it.

How to be a man, by Patrick

"First, you have to puff out your chest."
*puffs out chest*
"Say tax exemption."
"Tax exemption."
"Now, you have to acquire a taste for freeform jazz."
*sits knowingly while freeform jazz plays in background*

The Clitoris: Natures' Rubik's Cube.

If you are a woman or reading this, stop it.

Feeling good. It's been a nice, nothing/pleasant sort of day, with lots of nice little sentimental presents. Sentimentality should be avoided, but it's tolerable and even appreciable in small doses. So i've had that.

The Chelty art works...Good and not so good. Most agreeable, in any case, if I can be the powerful male that I am claimed to be.

I'm still mystified on how I got full marks for my creative piece. I'm CRAP (or carp, if you prefer. Really quite a delicious fish, if you can ignore the fact that it's not native here and so therefore EVIL) at creative works, they don't turn out well. I employed way too many shitty cliches, the ending was shite, the plot shot, chronology just plain wrong...I just don't know. I'm hanging on to it, cause I did crappy in my analytic piece, which makes sense but still ensues confusion.

Phaedrus has lead me down the devils path. And I like him for it.

Bad habits die harder than good ones.

Is to wrong to like the things you're horrible at? All the things that I like are things that are either a) I'm bad at eg volleyball (hurrah) b) bad for me eg being Anglophilic (boo). Is there something wrong here or is it me?

That latter part was why yesterday I started watching my grandparents soaps (it's in Tamil. Yes, they are as awful ones here, possibly more so...EMOTE YOU STUPID FUCKS. Ahem.) Other languages help you learn a lot more about linguistics is what i've found. I am much deeper in the english language than I thought myself.

I've had a certain someone at school make his overtures to me, which I don't think even he knows what it's about. This has been going on for some time, which doesn't quite sound right when I say it here. Makes it sound a lot more sordid. But it is. Atleast my side of it. I like the attention, all human beings would, but there's more. I don't really repay as well as I should; to paraphrase Petra, he's very much a chimp beating his chest. But he's a very attractive chimp (if insecure). And he knows it. I was too besotted to notice he was plying me, but all that reading of Scott Card made me realise that I should have paid more attention. To explain this in terms of Lila, oozes biological quality, doesn't quite have the intellectual and social quality that I prefer (or rather doesn't have enough of it). But try explaining that to my cells. He admitted (okay not really admit, it came up in conversation) to me today that I make him feel weird, and behave differently when i'm around him...if that isn't a synonym that this boy is in love with me, I don't what is. That's what being in constant stereotype threat does bitch. I've kinda figured out why he respects and likes me; but that's a little ego-boosting and reduces him in my eyes as well. And it's cold comfort to your sexually starved friend here.

Helping Schofield be less annoying, atleast in the school work. I kinda sympathise with the kid a bit more (coincidence that I find him mildly attractive? goddamn it) than before, after seeing what his dad has become (I know that's not really an excuse, but this is Schofield. Impressionable, aight?). If you want to what I mean, type in Peter Schofield in Google and click on the first result. Or here.

I hugged Bob today. Defining moment of day, however short.

I'm off now to watch Arrested, so good night.

Note: I've done some slight editing to this post (though you'd never notice it, unless you're quick enough) to sauce it up a bit. Or to use the British nomenclature, "sex" it up. Also, as part of my smartassiness, I've cleverly hidden a reference to an ethical theory in my post. Can you tell what it is? If you can't, don't worry, it's no big loss.

'The Ugly Barnacle.'

'Once upon a time there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly, everybody died. The end.'

Also, Fairly Odd Parents is a freaking amazing show. Damn it, so underrated.

The local libraries continue to frustrate me! Why you can't just increase my science output by 50% as you're supposed to?

I'm going to go read and sleep!

Madness.

I realise that I'm posting a little too much, and it's draining me, while leaving shitty posts behind. There's a combination of reasons that i'm posting so much, I'm bored here a lot, I've got a renewed interest in this, writing is fun, etc, etc.

Jared, there are people more emo than you. And possibly more intolerant. Okay, in truth, way more intolerant. Jesus. Goddamn scary.

I can't really think of anything more to say that would not be repeating myself, so i'll stop, you go enjoy your day, eat some cake or something as delicious, possibly some love. Or a cake made with love. That would be killer.

Also, you have authorisation to kill me. I presume you have the good judgment to only use when neccessary and even in that case, sparingly.

Is it me, or are Freudian slips much more pronounced on laptops? I've been making like a bajillion since typing on this thing. All innocent of course. Really.

I finished my two Shadow Saga books, and am supremely confused about the sequels. That afterword threw me off. In fact, I will research it now. Bon nuit, Oyasumi nasai, whatever your time zone is.

2, 4, 6, 8, 20! (8)

I've nearly exhausted the Go! Team. Not like that, better than that.

MEAD was tolerable. Older peoples stuff is so much easier to stomach. Unlike FEST. It was bloated like that guy from Meaning of Life.

This weekend looks to be great. I am going to be reading like mad, watch all my favourite shows, and watch my favourite movie.

And school, I swear, I will come to one day. Seriously.

'Well, you have to break somebody's heart. There's just too many things to do today. I'm only human.'
'But why'd you choose to break mine?'
'Well you were the safest choice. You have like three hearts right?'

I also have to prove that Jared is a Jew-hating Commie-Nazi fascist, who also hates women. It will not be hard.

What the hell was that?! My Shift key started making some weird noises. Woah. I'm going to find a horse so that makes more sense.

...A horse named Hidalgo. Night.

Just a quick post

To tell you all you're meatsacks. With brains made of meat! *thumbs up*

In fact make that *two thumbs up*

'Did you know that the human brain is the only computer in the universe made of meat?'

Point out two things wrong with that sentence. Or even better, make up what's wrong with that sentence, and then convince me, or even better, a snow leopard.

I have to go soon, cause Gilmore girls is on! *glee* (Is my gay showing?)

Fukuyama, this is Marx. Watch as he pummels you with a 2-by-4.

A COMMIE 2-by-4!

That is all for my clowning, my preliminary results have been...good, but nyeh. It's kinda weird. I don't even know why you brought it up. God you're such an ass.

Hehe, I would luv being an economist. *crosses fingers and hopes to work for government* Night now, take care.

Take the fucking thing, warts and all.

As I was going to the blogger site to do this post, I was thinking:

'Rishi, why are posting at all? You have nothing to say!'
'I'll do it anyway!'

Started watching Bonus stage...It's random. Like a gamers/referencey/guyish early girly random. Neat. I like it.

And remember, your mythos wants you! (to continue supporting its own cultural structure)

Also remember, in the war of logos and mythos, it's up to you to do the right thing.

'How do you survive in this wackaday world?'
'Wackaday? That's stupid. I profit off the stupidity of others.'
*shocked* 'How do you live at night?'
'Quite easily. Opportunism fits in with both sustainable ecology and sociobiological precepts. The hyenas do it well.'
'Yeah, but they laugh retarded. You wanna do that too?'
'If it's profitable yeah.' *laughs retardly*

I gave up on that non-reading thing I was doing this year...but I'm only pursuing loose ends, and those are fanstasmic. Decided this, on the stupidity of others. Not really stupidity, just uncaring...That's worse really.

Though that's probably laying it on a little too thickly, and a little too mean. Just something about not reading Zen again, when I started reading it again, less than 3 days after finishing it...I've nearly finished again too.

I have to watch Barb. Invasions.I miss that movie.

I've become such a...cultural deconstructer-type person. Like one of them mechano cranes, but with culture crap. Especially media. Reading about Chomsky (You've made it when you get an Introducing book on you) also sorta did this I guess, though really the book was more on linguistic theory than his politico crap. Linguistics is odd, and challenging. Again with the metastuff.

The one thing I wish not to be is uncaring. If that happens...It WILL be the end of the world.

Just one more...

One to go! An evil, turgid one...

McUgh. 3u english. Creative my ass. More like soul-destroying.

It sucks eggs too.

Looked through the entire UAC guide. Wasn't useful, but it was nice to do in the sun. Now, in an unrelated and quite very well possible postmodern way, I am typing with one hand. Gooooo me.

Shooting fish in a barrel: only meaningful if the world is your barrel. Make it so that is. Then fish for fish, makes more sense than shooting them...Wait, who the hell does that anyway? Shooting fish? WT?

I'm going now.

Sick of it.

Grrrr. Trials. Grrr. The time off is nice though. Grr. Still, two damn exams, that i'm not sure of. Gr. And that frigging english exam. G.

I'm cold and studious, yet nowhere near as studious as I should be. Fuck that. I barely listen to music now, it is a weird thing. And did I mention that Junichiro Koizumi is like, the COOLEST statesman evah?

For starters, you can get a weekly bulletin that gives you account of his daily life. Best PR move ever.

Has three sons, one of whom he doesn't acknowledge. Who says chivalry doesn't exist?

He's got a CD recording of his favourite Elvis songs. And he sang I want you, I need you, I love you.

And this is what I would vote him for, if I could and if the day wasn't too cold, and I didn't have a "thing" on:

[talking about an offensive on street crime]

"It is like in the arcade game Whack-A-Mole. Even if you whack one mole that pops out, another will immediately appear out of a neighbouring hole. I, however, would disagree. If we work together and continue to whack the moles all over Japan, we can make strides in building communities in which the elderly and young alike can live safely and happily."

P.S. His hairstyle is known as the "Beethoven". Atleast that's what his barber calls it.

I don't blog often enough. There are lots of reasons for this.

Anyway, back to the grind.

'You mean i'm a billionare, AND a millionare?!'

'That is freaking awesome!'

Go Brak Go. I love that show.

GAH! Staying at other people's houses can be dangerous to your results...Damn you tv channels that contain the shows that I either absolutely adore or have fond memories of.

MiB will take care of it. That show is the greatest. It has NO DIALOGUE.

Okay, it does, but nothing substantive. Fuckin' awesome.

Antonymically speaking, Gilmore girls is back! with new season! *twelve-year old giggle...obviously, twelve-year old with lotsa patience, and the ability to decipher the layers of refernces in the show.*

'And that one time, when I snuck into Wimbledon'

See, I figure if you're going to record something like this (even if it is on something as ephemeral as digital data, on the internets...but that can be said of all mediums I guess.) You havta write everything with an eye for posterity. Otherwise, it don't make no sense, savvy?

I finished Zen. I 'll re-read it after trials, research it, and i'll have to start cross referencing and such. Fun. That is a body of work which will consume me. Like a jelly donut. Or some other kind of baked confection. It'll be sweet though!

That's the other thing, i'm gonna watch Barb. Invasions again after trials too. Mmm, sexy French dialogue...

'This is Spongebob Dodocahedronpants. Study the pants. Are they square? NO, they are dodecahedral! This is NOT Spongebob Squarepants!'

'It pays to know your pants!!!'

Anyway, that is all the ramblings from the diseased mind of mine. The blood tests will be back soon, and hopefully, it will not be syphillis. It will something either more sinister or awesome. Tschuss tschuss. (I know i'm missing the umlaut, I don't care.)

Mission: Payback

Attempt 01 (if this has to go into actual double digits, I swear...)

Mission Objectives:

[This information is classified]

Mission Status:

Incomplete

Results:

Pathetic HI-larious Complete failure. Insufficient reconnaisance coupled with a lack of verified intelligence lead to the failure of this mission. Further complications in the form of [classified] created difficulties combined with a loss of morale.

Debriefing:

Due to the failure of this mission, mission plans have to been modified to be tactically faster. Increased recon will also be a priority. Unfortunately, target will not be in position until Friday 12th at 0900 hours. Reconvene at that time and execute mission. Command out.

When i'm feeling lazy (8)

That irritation (anger really) at having to sit exams again? Came a coupla days before. Now it's replaced by the Fn Key. You know who you are bitch. Although it actually does shit (otherwise, you know, functions).

I have moved! (temporarily) Free from the shackles of parental control! (temporarily) Into the culture gap I go! (temporarily) Hours of my life spent and wasted studying! (Nope. Nothing.)

I have my Zen, and I am zipping through it like nothing else. Freud was a fucked fucked up man. Atleast, that's what he looks like.

Butter-menthol. My favourite type of menthol.

Does SQUAT, damn it. I still cough. My cough gets compared to a smokers cough. Or a dog coughing. Either way, not cool. I need to tap into the pool of Christians who are willing and able to buy shit (demand). I mean, if you can sell Jesus-scented soap, you can sell ANYTHING. I'm gonna make Bible Juice. Not sure out of what yet.

I'll end this here. It is a suitable length. I'm looking at you, Da Vinci Code. Although admittedly, nifty person, that Da Vinci. He's so a mafia dude. Bye now.

Trials are drawing near...

Trial by fire that is! *branding commences*

Alas, no not really...although...No, no. It ain't happening. These are trials of 'intellect', whatever the hell that may be. No fun at all. Mine eyes have developed a natural glaze over them, and will be soon be ready to roast. It may be sweet, like a honey glaze, or it may end up being bitter and poisonous, like a nightshade glaze. Only time (and results) will tell.

On second thought, the latter isn't really a proper glaze. It's more of a basting thing.

See, I don't like mixed nuts. It doesn't really work. All those brazils and hazels clashing with the other more, 'normal' nuts...I don't like it. They should be segregated.

Oooh, was that a veiled racial comment? A Freudian homosexual thing? Or a general discourse on the mixing of nuts twixt the fairer species? It is up to your subjective readings to find out.

Wait, I had more to say on the mixed nuts business. Mixed nuts provide an excellent example of natural selection. It's often the larger and more unusual nuts (i'm looking at you, hazels and brazils) that get picked out and eaten, while the other nuts are free to thrive and prosper.

More dodgy propoganda. Are cashews, almonds and peanuts the super-race!?

Evolution can make people do some hilarious things. For example, were you aware that in the Old Soviet Union, they banned the teaching of evolution because only economic conditions shapes human behaviour?

Marx would have been proud. *wipes tear*

Interpole! was goddamn awesome. Though reading about some people makes me think I am not as committed as I could be. I could renouce all other music in a pseudo-Buddhist manner and commit myself to Interpol...

...Or not. They are awesome though. I'll commit...my first kidnapped child to them. Wonder if they'll like it.

*sigh* I am off now, to act melodramatically and try and do some work before I must commit myself to sleep and failing. Night.

'Um also, I think your head is, like, your pelvis.'

'Ha ha, very funny. Look, here comes your girlfriend.'
'You shut up pelvis head.'

My house life is getting to the stage that I would trade my house for a buttery puff pastry. Which I bought today. It was delicious.

CLOUSEAU, bitches!

Tension is the source of all life. But where does this tension come from, and what creates it?

In a very interesting and obvious parallel, most humour also comes from tension. So therefore humour is the greatest experience of life possible.

And into an awkward segue.

I really like Star Trek. It has so many things going for it...The focus on stories rather than sci-fi, the ridiculous imaginings of several of the stories, the contrived episode names ("As Loud as a Whisper"? What??)....I think the most hilarious part is how they portray every single goddamn trait of circa 20th Century and before as 'quaint' or 'wonderfully amusing'. They'll make some inane reference to a social more, and then explain it as a Hi-liarious throwback to the previous eras.

Star Trek is the best.

NB: When I say Star Trek, I tend to rather strictly mean TNG (If you didn't know this means The Next Generation...God, go watch TNG.) I have seen others, but TNG, you know, is GOOD. Everything else...too flaky, too one-sidedly gimmicky. I'm looking at you, Janeway (she's in Voyager).

Something or some one fucked up. God, Allah, PepsiCo, Christ, Evolution, friggin even Buddha, somebody, somewhere fucked up and produced humanity.

"Unfortunately, evolution didn't design us to be perfect. It only designed us to always want more."

And equipped us to the teeth it seems.

That is all for my sermon tonight, I'm going to try and get some sleep, Interpol is today! YAY. Screw trials. Night!

The weak cannot forgive. Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong.

You better be hella strong today to survive in this world.

I've been feeling sick, and 'orrible. My collection of books is growing way too much, that bookstore will bankrupt me. Atleast i'll die well read.

Goddamn it! BECK, GIRL, AGAIN!. Not that I mind. I'm all for the self-promotion yo.

The idea of shame is a distinctly Victorian-era theme. Originating over the misplaced value of social order over intelligence. Has had unfortunately unpleasant effects throughout the world. See Colonialism, et al.

NB: Please forgive me.

Remember, less is more. Globalisation is often at odds with the ideas of ecologically sustainable living. Traditional logic systems are self-contradictory and inadequate.

P.S: Don't rip off what is a cool idea for a site and make an inadequate song about it. I'm looking at you, All American Rejects. I feel like staying up till 5 as to watch the videos for a) Neighbourhood #3(Power out) and b) Bottle Rocket. But I will not.

I also need to engage in some creative works soon...Good thing i'm getting Freud into my house to help. Now I just need Nietzsche and I am set. OM(dead)G I spelt Nietzsche right on my first go. I need him in my house too. Without the syphilis. Go to sleep, NOW. All of you. I don't care what time it is. Just do it.

I'm not a bad person, really

But that's for France to decide.

Today has shown me the vast swathes of knowledge that I am lacking in this preparation for exams. Shit.

But on the upside, I studied. But not enough. Shit.

Only have few days to intensely cram study, and fix patterns, and not really helping my case am I?

I consumed god-awful ginger beer today. Uuuuunnnpleasant.

Hah, nuns. Those sado-masochists of the penguin world.

Books! yay books! I go browsing in book stores way too much, even though, I a) come back unsatisfied and b) Ebay is here. Oh weeeel, it's great. I have nothing else to say. That is it, nothing else at all. Night.

And that was when I realised...

I was eating condiment.

NB: See homemade Sweet Chilli Philly for more details.

Hola amigos/proletariats/former wage slaves! Why yes, it has a been a while since I have communicated in a non-smoke signal sort of way, and it feels good to get back to my binary roots.

In what may or may not cost me my very ability to form word associations, I present to you:

(the square root of) 1011101101101111010110110101101111100011011010101011

In terms of holidays, fairly bad. Abysmal even. But that is okay, as I have been gambling my future on increasing my proficiency dealing with (semi)illegal matters. But that's for the courts to decide. Also gaming. Le fun. Oh Fishhead, how I...am creeped out by thee.

I have had a total of one(1) study days. W00t!

Funny how in the week that I have decided to study decides to be a) Stupidly, stupidly DARK and COLD b) slightly more socially active.

Wait that's not funny.

I gots the internets yesterday! Now maybe I can hope to win an election. Also, in my searching of the internets to satisfy my staggering array of sexual fetish, I came upon a site devoted entirely to torrents of...Chomsky. It was truly surreal.

Oh god. He's old. Note to self: Never pair the phrase sexual fetish with Chomsky.

I'm off to further propogate...ewww, reproduction. Adios muchachos.

*Technical Difficulties*

*adorable picture of cat pulling out plug*

*Please stand by*

It was the worst of times, it was the best of times

Bahahhahaha....Get your war on was actually funny.

"We interrupt this (awesome) cartoon for a Technical question:Why is it that our allies in Central Asian republics look TOTALLY FIENDISH when I convert their photos to black and white? Is Adobe Acrobat actually a BETTER JUDGE OF CHARACTER than President Bush?"

Umm, something about postmodernism and hyperspecialistation, etc, etc. Tired and cranky, I missed Glass House.

I have to buy a calculator. Hurrah. I am a bad person.

Rome is seriously the most awesome place ever. Crassus being so freakin' wealthy, Pompey being so freakin' gutsy (and law-breaking...and he serves(d) under the guy WHO MADE THE GODDAMN LAWS), Caesar being so freakin' militaristic (and lucky), Cicero being so freakin' conceited and generally awesome...The list goes on. The entire civil wars were dominated by pure human selfishness, nothing noble at all was going on. It's so cool.

The Histories in the HSC are so much fun! I cannae believe how awesome they are. Crazazy. I will sleep. Tschuss.

Baby you can drive my car (8)

Ah chaffeurs...Now I need a car.

Have not blogged in a while. I am lazy and unwillpowered. Buffy is funny/sexually wanting. She is such a sinner. Atleast I'm not a heathen.

I will work now.

Now, this, this is a goal.

Laika, a dog and a lake.

There may be a story there.

After watching the video for Laika on Rage (yay woo...I'm sick of praising them) I just realised how much good Funeral really is. And how much I like it. It's probably going to get slotted into one of my top ten albums. But i'm sure that Radiohead will come along and amaze me further.

I really should be sleeping rather than watching Rage. Or I should atleast finish watching Angels in America. Tony Kushner is so witty.

Hi-liarity, I tells ya

Note the lack of punctuation. It feels weird, don't it?

Anyway, things I learnt in Ancient: Cuncktator means delay in Latin.

I'm sick of your Cuncktatoring ways! That's it, i'm leaving. Bye bye.

Ooh also, I am ultra-cool, cause I played no Canasta today. Go me! I came V. close though. Scary very much so.

What time is it?

That question is irrelevant. Everybody knows that it's always time for Canasta!

Glee! Fun fun fun.

I haven't blogged. Too...busy. Playing Canasta.

I like Canasta due to the flexibility of it. I'm only up to playing the advanced computer, there's one more level, Hoyle rules, annoying rule changes to go. So cool.

I also like Canasta due to my winning of it! Muhahahahhaha. To date, I have not lost a game on my computer. Best score yet was of 3975 yo. 7 Canastas, 4 natural. I am so awesome.

Now seeking out the 4 player version of the game, I am off.

I also have Angels in America to watch. How I am going to fit in over 5 hours of viewing into my life is a logisitical nightmare I will not face, so no sleep for me.

Sounds like a stereotypical scientist.

My night out had just begin. It was 5:15 p.m. and I was alone with an empty pie wrapper and remonstrations tab. It was the greatest night of my life.

There's an internal error in the previous paragraph. Can you see it?

I got my book today! Glee! Ebay has paid off for me twice! Not once, twice. Been reading about Cultural Studies, which is very related to Pomo studies (both from an external and internal perspective) and also encompasses semiotics, which I need to learn more about. Although I now understand signs and signifier theory a lot better now. Nifty yo.

Which in itself carries cultural baggage. Now, to conclude this topic, I will leave you with a question:

"Science has replaced theology as the main enemy of liberty."

For/against? Provide support with examples taken from your reading, studies, experience, or observations.

You have 30 minutes...and lots more.

And to show the reference which I cleverly referenced, it's this:

"Our night out was over. It was 7:15 p.m. and I was alone with three O'Doul's bottles and a $10.50 tab. It was the greatest night of my life."

Let it be (8)

Bah. I was typing a longish post when my comp decided to die on me. To oversimplify:

• I had a good day. I enjoyed a double strength macchiato at Cafe Insomnia. Nice place.
• Talked to piscourse a lot. Sorry for stealing him, but too awesome and sexy.
• Listened to some Architecture in Helsinki. Go Rage go. Nice, eminently likable.
  
• Don't like Mark. Being annoying. I hate hate.
• New Scientist is weird. On further thought, all British people are weird. See elections, Black books, New Scientist. More is available, i'm sure.
• May have to add Richard Dawkin into god list. He espouses critical thinking. What the hell, who does that these days? Well maybe Chomsky, but he's got a specific agenda behind it...So does Dawkin, sorta, but that I is something I have to wrangle out of him in the next few days.
  
• Spending a lot. Interpol. Enmore. Playing show. Be there.
• I really need to stop watching so many goddamn artsy movies. But my list is not complete, so it will have to continue. And GAH. Barbarian invasions. There are two different versions, and they both have special features which I want to see. Fuck that's annoying, I don't want to buy two different copies. Or I could, and...be prouder that way.
• Finished Bebop! Good show. Part where I felt really sad was when Annie died. That was really depressing. I still can't quite get over it. When other characters die, not so bad, but Annie...*tear*
• My problems are so much easier if I don't focus on them. But the meta...Pomo philsophy is concerned so much with language, and metas of language, but I hate that...yet find it very interesting. I have to finish my set of Introducing stuff.
  
• This is all I can think about right now. Night, sorry if I missed anything mind.