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.