The english language has more lives than a cat. People have been murdering it for years.

bitch (noun) One of the most common and pervasive insults, origianlly used for both sexes but now reserved for women and, occasionally, used within gay male culture.

Well, she got one thing right, though get rid of the gay and male for us.

(continued) It is one of several derogatory terms linking women with animals - eg chick, bird, cow, shrew - and is so identified as an insult (and often a particularly hate-filled one) that it is rarely used in its original sense of 'female dog'. It is used by women and men, and in fact there are efforts by women to reclaim it as a positive label - The Bitch Manifesto, for example, is a feminist tract from 1970 whose title celebrates strong, rebellious women. Nevertheless, bitch is most often used to describe a women who is considered to be malicious, complaining or spiteful, and its use reinforces negative stereotypes of women. Avoid. See all NAG, SCOLD, SHREW.

Feminism is teh ism to be with, unlike sleepism. That shit is boring. Damn Mitch, stuck in my head. Off to the elsewhere I go now.

It's been a while...

since we had links!

Lists! Really, only the middle one is good, but it's worth perusal.

Incontrovertible proof that Shakespeare controls people. Tschuss all.

Look over there

Keep looking. Don't stop until you find something mega-fantastic.

Blurry couple of days. Stayed up till two playing, then till five reading/exercising (believe it). Then headed to bed to what was hopefully would be a nice night sleep, followed by heading off to the Bob play.

That didn't happen. Instead I got woken up at the ungodly time of 8.30. AM. No one should ever sound as vibrant as Min-taec did at that hour of the night (not a typo). Anyway, was forced to wake up, get ready and went off to teh Bob play.

The Bob play was...interesting. Having a friend play a manic-depressive, overly amourous (or not amourous enough, depending on how you look at it), making out in corner with another overly amourous species of dinousaur AND having NO TOES OR FINGERS to speak of was a little freaky. But not nearly freaky enough to put off the throngs of loving (and quite valuable...we'll talk business soon Bob) children. Nah, if you really wanted to put them off, you need a crossover show involving the dinosaurs and Babe. Now, that, that would be a show.

Then watched Buffy, while cracking jokes about Buffy, and was lamentably shown the depth of my musical ignorance. I have Choco-pie now! w00t.

The hailing was cool! and my neko-chan got wet, and starting crying, at which I toweled and comforted her. It was nice. And Christ, I can't do this, it's part of the propoganda machine.

Chomsky hates me. And everyone else too. Thank god for that. Night.

Owned, by a computer game

But more on that later.

Crazy Teddy bears...full of love!

Later is here, so i'll talk about the computer game. I was playing Icewind Dale, and you meet these little gnomes (they're officially called 'deep gnomes', for some reason...presumably because they live 'deep' underground and are 'gnomes') who are sculpting a statue. The funny part of the conversation went like this:

You: That sculpture you're making of Marketh...[To be Chomskyish, I'm going to use BRACKETS, as they are properly known...Anyway the purpose of this BRACKET was to tell you that Marketh is the person being sculpted, he's EVIL.] How do you get so much detail on it without having him here?

Callard (Gnome dude sculpting): When we svirfneblin [the special name for these gnomes] sculptors see a person's face, it becomes a block of stone. Inside every block of stone there are a million faces. By looking at a block of stone, we instantly know how to chisel away everything that is not the face we see in our minds.

You: Really?

Callard: No. Actually, we just use this portrait of him. It's pretty good.

Failure

So it's 5 in the morn, and i'm up reading, and mouthing (would be singing, but you know, my singing sucks) HTTT (2+2=5) to my cat, desperately pleading with her that i'm not the thief and that the sky is not falling in. She's so cute when she's down her on knees.

A bit later, i'm up channel-surfing/WANTING TO FIND CARTOONS I MISS, and I come across MIB: The Cartoon. It's actually a 'decent' cartoon, atleast in terms of cartoonness. It lags off in the later episodes obviously, as all cartoons do. But it was fun nevertheless, even if I've seen this episode before, twice.

I get weird when I don't sleep. My voice gets a little deeper, my head spins very oddly, stuff starts vibrating and I generally get very confusing, even to God. I hate being possessed by that non-entity that is me.

The majority of you will probably like that i'm listening to the Dresden Dolls, and finding them very enjoyable. They're cutting into my Source Tags and Codes time, which I am sure I will regret, with dear consequences. Good Day is a surprisingly good intro.

During my various shenanigans, I finished reading the French Lieutenant's Woman. It's quite good, and very aptly a postmodern sort of text. He ends on a postmodern note, without the unpleasant aftertaste of existential angst so typically attributed to the movement. And his knowledge of Victorian poetry is quite astouding too. Quotes like hell he does, some subtle, others...not quite so.

On a related book theme, reading Chomsky is like reading an exercise in refutation. Sure, I may like the guy, and even agree with him on certain points, but, my god man, concede one fucking thing won't you!? Gah, insane. He has a near strangle-hold grasp of political maneuverings of the States, between, say, the BIRTH OF THE GODDAMN NATION to about today. Half the stuff he says are conspiracy theories, backed up perfectly with evidence. It's ANNOYING. I'm going to check out those footnotes if it kills me.

Anyway, after that's all done and double-checked, I'm going to go play Icewind Dale and finish it if it kills me too. Bye all.

P.S. Finished Chapter Three! Going to start Chapter Four! Means i'm more than halfway through! Whee!

Well, it's not so much a time machine...as it is a dodgeball cannon!

Watched that ep of Sea Lab AGAIN today. It was great.

The time of my birthday has officialy passed, hurrah for that. Thank god it's only once a year.

Spent my birthday mostly as I would want it, still have some misgivings and annoyances that I need to get rid of.

Feeling seriously emo, and had recursive depression bouts through out the day due to the lack of sleep and nutrition. Random Korean Ice-cream (read: NOT Melona), John Safran and ramen helped solve that, respectively.

Tired and sleepy, yet feel like I could keep going...I better not. Night.

Critics are odd creatures

Looking at the best films of 2004 on metacritic, I stumbled across this. Crazy things to come out of it:

Number of Best Picture awards and #1 rankings from publications, critics and organisations (as tracked by metacritic) for Sideways: 24.

For Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, or ESotSM, as it's also called: 5. That's it. FIVE. Hell, it tied with Million Dollar Baby.

Also, this page has Film Critic Top Ten lists and then a histogram! "On how many Top 10 lists did each movie appear? What better way to find out than with a histogram!"

We have to see Sideways.

Crazy bastards

At the Ayn Rand Institute.

Choice quote:

In the face of the enormous and undeserved suffering, American individuals and corporations have donated millions of dollars in aid; they have done so by and large not out of some sense of altruistic duty but in the name of the potential value that another human being represents. This benevolence, which we share, is not the same thing as altruism.

The ugly hand of altruism--the moral view that need entitles a person to the values of others, whose corresponding duty is to sacrifice their values for that person's sake--did show itself in the petulant demands of U.N. and other officials that "stingy" countries must give more. On their view, the U.S. has no right to the wealth it has produced, because it has produced it; the helpless victims of the tsunami have a right to that wealth, because they desperately need it. This perverse view is not an expression of goodwill toward man. In generously providing aid, the U.S. government should repudiate all such altruistic demands and refuse to associate with the organizations that make them.

Watched I Heart Huckabees today. Nice movie, it was a good change to see a drama atleast. Existential drama is even better. I really should do some work....I'm sleeping too much. Oh well.

Sleep tight, grim right (8)

Cursed

The whole Anna incident was just freaky. Utterly freaky.

I am donating blood soon. Looking at the 28, as the mobile truck thingy is coming around to my council building. Hurray! And I do not have get an appointment either.

Really should go to sleep, rather than procrastinating to go to sleep. And I can't trust myself to eat anymore. Fuck it's scary, I need a permanent IV drip in me. I did buy myself a pizza and eat some of it though ^^

Listening to new musik, and funning. Night night children.

Definitely blog-worthy.

The Book is banned.

Not just any book. America: The Book is banned.

It's always the Supreme Court that's the problem.

Observer

Maths is fun! I find my maths game to be so much more great than adding to ten. Pfft. So trivial *looks away in disgust*

The French Lieutenant's Hoer (*snerk* Bahahahahahahaha...Dairy farmers) is quite gute! Reading it and getting into the whole Victorian thing. For example:

Sarah's dark figure came into view. She did not look down towards the cottage, towards those two surprised pairs of eyes, but went swiftly on her way until she passed behind the hedge of one the fields that ran above the Dairy.

One of the women below was the dairyman's wife. The other was Mrs Fairley.

*gasp* How scandalous! *puts hand over mouth in the Victorian way*

See? It's great.

GAH! What the hell is the deal with SMiLE...Cripes it's good.

Fun day today, if a little odd. The French are always entertaining.

Farcical rider, just see you've done (8)

WILL FINISH ICEWIND DALE. That is all. Night.

Today's post courtesy of DDC, or Daily Dinosaur comics

Or more specifically, this one.

It's the last panel that has my insipid and very unmotivated neurons to start firing. It makes an interesting point about nihilism as defined as complete meaningless.

"If we accept that all perspectives are equally non-binding, then intellectual or moral arrogance will determine which perspective has precedence."

If we were to accept this statement, isn't there a inherent flaw within it? By postulating that all perspectives are equally non-binding, what binds us to use intellectual or moral "arrogance" (the use of the word arrogance here is slightly unusual, with the suspected motives of a) rhetoric, and b) in order to self-sustain the statement by moving to a subjective term when demolishing objectivity.) to determine precedent?

BUT then, what do we use to establish it? Granted, this argument does need to be expanded to define what intellectual and moral arrogance is i.e. is intellectual arrogance searching for truth a la Nietzsche, or intellect in a more subjectified form? What kind of moral arrogance are we talking here?

Anyway, that aside, how exactly are we supposed to approach this issue? If we could believe that the taking of certain perspectives, however subjective, were admissible under the first principle, does that not open the trapdoor to more or less all subjective perspectives, not really solving our problems?

Of course, we could always resort to the genuinely (and thoroughly hated/reviled) tricky method of resorting to happiness as a perspective. Again, this seems to have approxmiately the same problems as the previous approach. In fact, it may be even more riddled with problems, as it may have to be modified in order to co-exist with the other two systems.

Annoying questions posed by life. I need to do a lenghty aside on my ramblings soon. Night

...No I don't care

aboot stealing.

This actually is a good post.

Love the Douglas Adams entry.

Finding random things under your computer is supremely valuable.

To illustrate, a floppy disk will be used. But not just any floppy disk. Oh no. This is a very special (note the italics to indicate its specialness) floppy disk.

AS was recently mentioned/remarked/thrown twigs at for ignoring, I have had to recently reformat my computer. What does this mean? It means that I lost all my bookmarks, in addition to other things which will be mentioned/not watched/mourned elsewhere (it's my heart that is arrested).

HOWEVER

I had saved my bookmarks a while ago, with the important links (read: saves me time! ^^) on a floppy disk. Now, is this the very same floppy disk that was found under my computer?!

YOU can bet yer bottom dollar/child/PIE it was! And that was the end of that magical tale.

P.S. The original title of this post was going to be "It's good to be black. I mean back." It was later excised and replaced due to extreme lameness.

P.P.S. Does anyone ever use these things anymore? P.P.S.?! What the fuck?

P.P.P.S See what I mean?

P to the power of 4....S Anyway, good day today, with teh wonderment (a very special word for me, an argument, a friendship solidified and connections were made with it) with the people and food and eating of aforementioned food. The rabid downloading has resumed, and I am reading. That is all to report. Night and bYe all...*goodbye wave*