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.