Annie are you ok, are you ok, are you ok Annie

Shitty couple of days, and I end up getting up at four with a craving for Smooth Criminal. Awesome. To the Max.

I convulsed with joy at Fairly Oddparents. So goddamn great.

OMG. There was a reference to the bjork swan dress.

Greatest show ever.

Working a lot. Annoying. Missed Moginies thang. Free smoothies are fun! Especially when you're unable to eat solids.

I still haven't opened the tea Moginie gave me, and now my entire room smells like choc-chip chai.

*wipes tear* I hate you Moginie. Way to rub it in.

We are Gods, because we are Good men.

It's a nice quote. From a crazy old guy.

I like it when stuff sort of suddenly evaporates and works itself out. It's awesome. Now I just have to pack and ready and look forward to moving out. My sleeping is becoming wonderfully irregular; it's really great to be this painfully in control.

Oddly motivated. Will cook for food.

Will not drop pants for food. That's unhygienic.

The Freelancer saga continues. I've nearly finished all the goals though! Whatever shall I do. Dota it is I guess. Other things do require my attention, but they're my insular problems which can take as long as I want.

Damn I wanna watch Skyland. What the fuck. That's not a cool craving to have.

Spelunk! Nothin' but...cave.

I'm doing some Freelance work in the New York System.

Fuck I hate the Californian System. Clear the goddamn Trade Lanes! I lost a wing due to a Lane Disruption. Is it so damn hard to install a few weapons platforms?!

A concise way to sum the workplace relation rallies:

"Lots of people. Lots of angry people."

Go the ABC.

Started playing Freelancer. Cool enough game, just a little confusing. Worlds are huge, dialogue is deplorable, voice-acting is shitty, but lots of intrigue. So much intrigue you wonder whether it's rumour-mongering to add atmosphere. Storyline is dodgy. Liberty? Gimme a break.

Admittedly, it is moderately funny. Maine is a cold icy moon orbiting Pittsburgh, much like present-day Maine. California is overrun with pirates and raiders. The background chatter is cool.


Also from Maine, PUFFINS! So adorably cute.

Need to study! But Tripod tomorrow. Yatta

So you think you can micro?

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

Holy freaking crap.

What do you call an eskimo that can't ski?

Fat?

I generally try and look upside off things. Not in a optimistic sort of way, but more of a realist, practical sort of way. Even if bad things happen, there may have been something you could work with. Now, because i'm not an optimist as such, sometimes bad things happen where you can see nothing good of them.

This is one of them.

I'm really quite peeved at the current turn of events. I'm not particularly glad that I have go through this process to finish my damn schooling. The one vague upside I saw to this wasn't even seen by me; it was seen by others, as I had quit playing Dota. To me, that is bullshit.

Generally good day I guess, if it weren't for this...lameness. Why do people freak out when I present them with dangerous situations in a blase way? People were all like, have some sympathy and concern and shit, when I was all I had an eye infection! Wooo.

Really, the only word I think fits this is...malaise.

Because it's like malaria. BUT SHIT.

Trying to know people by watching them having sex

is about as useful as reading palms.

It's pretty funny.

Dead Like Me is a great show. Like, really good. The pilot wasn't overly amazing, nor the few other episodes I saw, but I saw this one episode, and my god it was good. The main character is almost boring; she yells, swears, entertaining, but a little eh. It's the other characters who are more entertaining. Her parents...Ye gods her parents. Some of the most bitchy, evil people i've ever seen on screen. There's some good fucking hate there. The rest of it is generally funny/good too.

I've made a list of shows I want to watch. Will I pursue them? I seriously doubt it. My books are overdue. Fuck.

New Harvey Birdman! Yatta!

Get your sexy on

What does that mean?

Hilarious song though. Take it to the chorus!

Weird Al is also great.

New map for Dota. Good, great couple of days. Found nice new eating places. Stupid, sad things happen though. Havta study.

There is nothing that could top this off.

Oh wait. Dota.

Really good day today! Yayyyy. Went late to my ECMT tute, and I was afraid i'd miss the test, but it turned out that they postponed it till later in the class! So i did it, and legitimately failed, as opposed to failing by not turning up. Yatta.

Then, I met two people I am sexually ambiguous about! I met Phillip (would I?!), and we talked about random shit, as we do, and while we were talking, Tristan came along! (will I?!). It was quite cool! Then Eco tute.

Speculation is neither earning nor profit!

Nuff said.

Then, in my break, I met Nath, and hung out with him and other randoms who are doing my degree and vaguely into coffee. I had nice 6 dollar pasta (yeah!) and a not bad coffee. Then Philo lecture.

Amidst all the gradualism, the fallibilism and the theory-theory, I learnt that a) Susanna(?) likes Harvey Birdman, and B) I may tap Sandy. But less so than Susanna(?) liking Harvey Birdman.

Oh my god. How fucking awesome.

Then, hung out with peeps, had nice pizza, and then trivia bitches. We outtrivialed those guys. Yeah. Met some cool peeps in the process! Saw Mason, and SPIDEY-JAKE. That's right. Jake. A rad time was had.

Now home. I have no real thing tomorrow, and goodness. Good.

Computers are useless. They can only give you the answers.

That Picasso was a sly one.

It's really quite amazing how pathetic I manage to be.

On Korea's performance in the 2002 world cup:
knobsthebear: How the hell did Korea find time between StarCraft and Diablo II to make it this far into the World Cup?

On Coffee:
During our last camping trip, we came up with a new idea for the japanese. Having a bunch of guys pour coffee on a woman's face, and call it Bukkoffee.
yeah, we had a few beers...

Geek Joke!
<[S]evered> man, diego, how fast would a 2 60 gb hds ata raid setup be?
rpm?
<[S]evered> 7200
what kind of raid setup?
<[S]evered> yes
mirroring or striping?
<[S]evered> connected

Berlin and Jesus and Warcraft Oh my!

Man Berlin kicks ass. Seriously.

Haven't been updating. I should. Eh, maybe not. Becoming Nocturnal. Have to leave soon so I can have Campos. Becoming a junkie to that place.

Out of timber so crooked as that from which man is made nothing entirely straight can be built.

See, this is why Kant is better. Than everything, including you.

Who got owned? Rousseau got owned!

No, seriously, the more I read Rousseau, the more it seems like he's infantile, as some put it. Have Animal Collective ticket. They are cool.

A strange story.

I was making a omelette. Whisking the eggs together, I noticed my phone had a missed call. Why? I called back.
"Hey, did you call?"
"Yeah I did."
"Why'd you call?"
"I needed to know where I could a buy a jigsaw puzzle."
"A what?"
"A jigsaw puzzle."
"A jigsaw puzzle."
"Yeah, I needed to buy a jigsaw puzzle."
"Why'd you call me then?"
"You seemed like the kind of guy who would know where to get a jigsaw puzzle."
"Oh. Well...I really can't think of any places where you could get a jigsaw puzzle."
"That's alright, I already got one."
"Oh. Alright, see ya."
"Yeah, see ya."

You seemed like the kind of guy who would know where to get a jigsaw puzzle. Murakami got lifed.

lol. Knifed. Leads to loss of life. lol.

I'm being lame! Goddamn it. Nyeh, fuck this, i'm going to eat icecream and watch movie. Let's do that.

On the upside, I am getting latent mutant powers through the constant radiation. Not that I don't have to supplement my awesome ga^H^H^Hmutant powers.

Such violent sneezing!

And unexpected too.

Mid-sem. Shit.

Why am I doing this? Seriously, why am i even contemplating the idea of doing a course which I cannot do, at all? I am pretty crappy at metrics. Why? Why didn't I do a fishwrap course?

The latter question is rhetorical.

So divided.

Want this dog?
No.

Fucking sharks.

Marriage is a union between one man and one woman, and no shark should come between them with its powerful jaws and massive dorsal fin.

Also of note. And by note, I mean better. The entire fucking site rocks. Please spend oodles of hours there and click on all the ads. Hell, they even have CNN as a legitimate news source as one of them.

There. I sold out. Are you happy now?

Hah. People.

But I suppose a goth chick at KFC would be just as funny.
"Is your crispy chicken as crisp as dead leaves swaying from the gallows of skeletal wooden claws hewn from their withered arms by jagged-fanged steel?" "Nah, but it's pretty damn crunchy." "I accept."

It's like that fog bank in that badly written movie. It runs against the wind. It resolves nothing, and in the end, you've probably wasted a lot of good peoples time.

Do you know who's cool? Larry Niven is cool that's what. Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex.

No matter how much you do you never do enough.

True.

Really, I have nothing newsworthy to blog here. Being the fine upstanding blogger journalist I am, I really should bring you news. Or, you know, not. Cause i'm like that.

No, why i'm really here is to sell you knives. Or utility stepladders! cause apparently, those mofos can go anywhere.

I've stayed up now for approxmiately 34 hours now. That ain't the deal. The deal is, I'm not even tired. Sure, i'm sore in a few places, and if I went to sleep, I would actually sleep, but this is ridiculous. I normally expect to be really worn out by now and accidentally nodding off, but i'm really freaking lucid. It's utterly bizarre. It lends credence to the 'I've had a stroke' theory. Seriously, only brain injury could account for something like this. I haven't had any coffee since about 12 hours ago, it should have long worn off by now. Is it part of the zanyness, or maybe it's the obviously untapped, yet proven health benefits of FT being played obssessively fo several hours a day.

That must be it!

Ah, there's the brain injury talking. Though, it is hard to conclude whether this is previous or current brain injury. Meh, it's all...delicious.

Now, my keyboard is retarded. It won't let me capitalise. On the investments! Or punctuate. I would only sound retarded, and that would be an uncommon and scary side of me noone ever sees.

You're dead to me can-opener!

Well he is.

Maybe he shouldn't have squealed to the cops!

I am Jack's cold sweat. I am Jill's nipple.

Answer: what two things don't go together?

I hope the crazyness will end soon. And apparently, I have the ability to feel guilt! I feel kinda bad for not going and seeing people. But I spent it with other people. Freud would be proud.

And back to the guilt...

Pillowpants

the vagina troll.

Hah. Wimmin.

Anyway, as things go, i'm generally wrong. And that's purely the point; I intend to be wrong in order to point out the foibles, the ironies, the little old hilarities of life. I'm a regular fucking Oscar Wilde. But what really freaks me out is when something said in jest turns out to be true, even partially. I've said on numerous occasions (okay, two) that there was no conceivable way for me to actually get up at 6am, the only way I would actually be awake at 6am would be to stay up that late.

Well then, it's 6.23am. I've done well.

Cadbury lies to you. Goddamnit, if they're (being the corporate they) are going to lie to you, why not make it convincing? All that paper money seems to get you nowhere good, it seems.

God i'm tired. Burgerlicious is less formidable then I thought. I'm going to buy some goddamn lentil soup, if I have the time/physical ability. And I mean that broadly. I have grave fears on whether I will last the next few hours. I know I will, but will I? That's the problem.

The black civil rights game: you never win, you just do a little better each time.

You're still here?!

Or I lost the internets.

I did. So yeah.

Been busy. Kevin Smith is AWESOME. Guy is a fucking champ. He beat the State Theatre. With a stick.

There's more this realisation that it's impossible to understand people's circumstances, even your own. Sam is cool. I like Sam.

Take me now Joseph Gordon-Levitt. So talented. And yet, so hot. Rock.

I want to meet her cats!

Yeah, but it's a metaphor.

Meta-phooooorrrr.

It hailed today! That made me feel better. It hailed like fucking crazy man. I met Tristan again! Yatta. He is both nifty and disappointing? It's weird. Still, I managed to talk to him for about an hour or so, before he went off to programming competition (ROCK!) and I had to go meet Fox (not as rock, but still rock.)

You rock, rock.

I felt awful waking up and going to Uni today. I can't tell right now whether it's seasonal or hormonal or cyclical or something more underlying. It might be all of those. That would be really lame. I can't believe that I kinda got what I was wanting.

Pip hugged me today. Twice! He is tres cool...I'd tap it. I was thinking of not going to Serenity, cause I couldn't be bothered and I was feeling crappy, but it was a gooood idea. Sam was there. As was Pip. Hot Pip. Though really, there is no other kind. A fun time was had.

Gah, things are happening just I don't really want them to happen. Which is stupid to wish I guess. I have Uni work to study for, but there are movies on which I would like to see. Speaking of which, I am Chauvel-ing it (shovel-ing it! Get it!? Get it?!) on Wednesday, as double feature is on! Yayyyyy, details are here. Starts at 7.

Still not feeling all that well. Stuff to do. Complicated, inane stuff. Murakami is fucking great. Damn he's cool. Goooooood night.

Putting the Jew

back in 'judiciary'.

Ah Judge Judy Sheindlin. You're always on my Supreme Court. Bench.

Don't pee on my leg and tell her it's raining!

Good. Just had a run of bad events. I was brushing teeth, wasn't paying too much attention, and accidentally activated my gag reflex. Seriously, if there was one reflex I'd rather not mess with, it would have to be that one. Fuck, it still feels like somebody punched me in the diaphragm.

And i'm talking about the shelf of muscle that runs across the bottom of my ribcage separating my thoracic and abdominal cavities diaphragm, not the urogenital, pelvic or even contraceptive diaphragm.

Ow.

Then, I broke a glass. It was annoying.

ECMT, ironically, is turning out to be my most interesting class. Not because I find the work that interesting, but more because of the fact that all my other classes are rehashes. Econ is year 12 eco; philo seems to be awful this semester, as for some unforseen reason, we're doing comprehension and literature, as opposed to anything resembling philosophy; political economy is a lefty commune, like a melange of business studies, economics and sociology. Ecmt presents me with ideas I have never really encountered before, and even if they're not that interesting, atleast they're new.

Admittedly, I am failing. Everything. Life.

I have a bunch of decisions to make, and should I bother? I dunno. Sleep for now. Life is a loose end. Today was a nice day in the sun. Ducks should not try and copulate. It was creepy. Night.

I don't trust things with ham in their name

possibly because...it's a sham.

Fucking brilliant. I found my counterpart to that irrational mistrust. Rocks.

So yeah. The gravy train of hormonal shift. I want to leave it. NOW. Fuck, is this how all women feel? ridiculous! The nausea and giddy spells are bad enough, but the random moments of lust?! Wtf!? Did every women have to have blonde hair and white shirts today or something?! Goddamn it, why does everything feel so OVERSTATED!?

WHY

Better.

Met some awesome people. Seriously, some people can contain rage inside a small, uneffacing body/personality. I heart...a few people I met at teh party. Plus I consumed expensive foods. Some were meat. It didn't make too much sense.

Good gin though! Bombay Sapphire is the shit. Met other people with taste, at least in alcohol. Some of the people I know, jesus, no taste. At all. Margaritas are...nice for the most part.

Doing that thing again. I wish it were the monster mash. It would be cooler. Night.

Must write this down

Melinda and Melinda.

Will Ferrell is Woody Allen. Everything. The acting, the mannerisms, the dialogue. Jesus.

Oh. My. God.

"and For gods sake, stop changing the RGB value of his skin!"

"64% violent Pacman."
"It's the square of ate."

Fat, ugly, stupid

"Debbie was an fat, unattractive baby."

Dymocks: we ruin your self-esteem.

He's hot. More importantly, he's lonely.

The Book of Answers is great!

Q: Is that guy who Rishi thinks is hot gay?
A: You don't really care.

Q: Should fatty lose some weight?
A: The results will be extraordinary.

Dymocks is a bundle of cruel, misanthropic fun.

"I see those as irrelevant."

Bahahahahah.

The book I bought as a present seems to be great! I am reading and enjoying. I am glad. Maybe others will be glad too.

I have to sleep. Stuff to do is reduced, and I am much more calm. Not looking forward to ECMT workshop though.

DotA!

Partial credit!

I have to admit, my gmail spam has been pretty shitty. Nothing to enlarge my manhood, no pornography offers, not even a lousy refinancing package. I do however, have to give them credit for trying to avoid the spam filters. All the spam I get is for dodgy shares. Fuckers have me down to a tee.

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I'll bitch about my asshole of a brother later. Enjoy!

Good tidings

I am inspired due to coffee.

I just made a really good cup of coffee. Nothing fucked up. The shot was good, the milk was fine, just nice. It could have been a little warmer, but it wasn't cold. Gooooood coffee.

I found my phone! Unreasonably good mood.

Finished book 2. Apparently getting monitor today. Have to go change timetabling if possible tomorrow. Fixing leg on thursday.

Also, I got a coffee machine. Woo sale! Thank god we have some decent coffee in my house. It keeps the sanity. Watched Tenenbaums. It was...cool? Low-key, quirky, yet laugh out loud funny. Neither Ben Stiller nor Owen Wilson raised my ire in it. Amazing. Owen Wilson apparently even has a writing credit in it. Jeebus.

"Can you paraphrase it?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Is it dark?"
"Of course it's dark, it's a suicide note."

Going to watch Soylent Green today! Yay hufu!

Itsa a bunch o' tubes.

Ask Senator Stevens.

Dump truck tube symposium.

Enormous amounts of material clogging Ted Stevens tube. Perhaps some fiber...optic cable might be the answer.

I am literally crying with laughter.

So yeah. School starts like next week...I'm in trouble. Gah, I was finally looking forward to rest up a bit and catch up on my reading, only to find out that I have more in front of me. Not that I didn't expect it or anything, but still, it seems unfairly imposed. I slept a lot. From about 12 to 10, then again from about 10.30 to 1, and couldn't get up. Like, physically, lacked the strength to pull myself up. I just stayed in bed till about 2, then actually got up. Ridiculous, as I went to sleep around 6.30 anyway, and kinda slept intermittently till about 10.30. Still tired. Fuck am I tired. I felt better when I was horribly sleep-deprived.

Just going to Piskorz's felt like a chore. Stressed out standup indeed. Good thing I went late and stayed behind to clean up. It helped. And is it me, or is Pizkorz hotter when you lack sleep? I mean...shit. Damn hot Piskorz and that hot nightrobe thing of his. Take me now Hugh Hefner. Or not. Ewwwwww.

Stressed out though. I gotta work on that. Man, if it was one thing that I learned from my research into abortion (and there were several), is that life is a wicked problem. I still feel I need to sort out my life better and everything, but everytime I start to work on something, it often reveals a larger, more complex thing, which leads on to other things, and so on and so forth. It's a bitch. Getting really apathetic about basic things, like finding my phone and doing the goddamn laundry. Jesus, i'm really losing my patience with that. Family, I can handle...barely. But freaking laundry? I'm going to pass on that.

Reading Farseer. Should that be re-reading? Not sure, as I read first two, and haven't read the third. Love it. Tempted to re-read Liveship, as I have a feeling that was better overall, but this series has something to it that's really addictive. I don't remember enough from Liveship to impose a full judgement on it either, so i'm tempted. Just a random scene about a little girl stirring honey into tea and then setting it down because it was too sweet and then being all satisfied for being all evily. Good scene. We'll see how it goes.

Or should that be 'scene' how it goes?!

I'm tired, it's somehow 5 in the morn, and Nesquik is teh best. It's Nesquik time!

That's the last stick!

I'm moving to Canada!

Or New Zealand, Australia's Canadia.

Having funtabular week. Can't get these things finished. Pronouns are for wimps.

Should update more, want to update more, but things like other people, and random internet outages make it very discouraging.

Hmmm, the word funtabular makes it look like i'm tabulating fun or vice versa or something. Not that it isn't. To tabulate.

Fun.

Went to a really kinda fun user study. SHEEP! I sheepherded those bastards. I got paid as well! I love wasting corporation money. I seem to making a habit of striking up very engaging conversations with people.

First Tristan, whom I thought I had very little in common with, now the guy doing his Masters thesis. I talked to him for about 2 and a half hours about random stuff, economics, game theory, evolution/ecology, psychological experiments, world domination, etc. You know, random stuff. He got me onto a bunch of websites that I'm actually rather interested about. Yatta. It was fun, cause he pointed out a few holes in my arguments and such, and I got money ^^

I'm having a fantastic week, and yet I pass up on an opportunity to go and see Bob. What am I thinking?

This whole randoms I just met and forging bonds with thing is kinda freaking me out...Because a) I'm not very nice and b) I have relatively unorthodox views. It's kinda like if striking up random conversation was on a normal curve, with the mean at 0 (well, technically, it couldn't be, but say it was something close to zero, and rounding makes it zero) and the SD at 1. One random conversation in a week is plausible, 68% and all...but 2? We're talking 95% here, possible but unusual.

Awesome! More people with baby-killing attitudes!

Stats has got to me.

You know, I was thinking about the whole Vaucluse (the number of people who still don't know where or what that is is astonishing...Doesn't anyone read about the property markets!?) thing, and the opulence. Jesus, could I live with myself with that...much? I used to, sorta, the marble floors, the granite benchtops, the hired help and all that...but still. Do people who live in that sort of wealth realise what they're doing? Are they happy what they're doing? Does Oliver realise how other people live? I don't know, I really shouldn't be making friends with people out of my socio-economic background. Admittedly, it does allow a standard of living above what is my capability.

Finished Lindy. I admire her sentiment, but gah. No real practical application, the whole kinda leftist betterness ideal. I like it, but again, measuring immeasurable things = illogical.

Although, I like that whole, 'It's an engineering detail' thing. It's quite funny.

1. Grandiose plan
2. "Engineering details"
3. ???
4. Profit!!!

That abuse that I heaped upon my body in the form of not eating, irregular and non-sleeping is really starting to show. I fell asleep at 9pm, woke up at 3 in the morn, fretted whether I should go back to sleep or not, and then went back to sleep half an hour later, and woke up at 9am. Then went back to sleep, got up at 12. Man my system is fucked up. Fix it? Never.

Something about lack something something house annoying something get out more I guess. Night.

Rape party!

"Kiri..."[Not actually sure how you spell his name, this is just a guess]
"What? It's a rape party!"

It's always a party with rape!

Ye gods, I haven't felt this good in a long long while; I blame governmental policies. Or hormones. But yeah. I'm not sure whether it's the sex or excessive opulence or the blatant smacking around of my parents, but Oliver's group (though that is a unfortunate miscategorisation that I regret; it's not his group, very egalitarian) is a great group of people that I really want to hang out with more. I haven't met any new people whose company I enjoy, people whom I actually I want to spend effort to hang out with. Uni, as such, hasn't produced enough really cool people whom I want spend lots more time with. It's been disappointing. I mean, the only really cool person so far has been Mia. All the other girls I seem to meet and find interesting are domestics. Freaks you out. There's that other guy whose name I can't remember and think may be strangely attracted to, but i'm not so sure about potential. Interestingly enough, he has a hot rich friend, who was into soccer and supported Argentina. But I never really bothered to follow up on them, cause...you know. Not quite interesting enough.

As an aside, I find the whole "getting to know people better" lame. Seems like a poor euphemism for sex. I find staring at them while they sleep to be a better way of getting to way people. Or atleast petty theft.

I've fallen in love with Oliver all over again; in addition to knowing everything about films, the guy plays some mean piano. I mean, in the morning/afternoon, he just kinda casually decides to play the piano; suddenly, he's pounding out this amazing dark piece which apparently he wrote himself. Talented he is. Also, he has the one of the best pianos I've ever heard; really nice, rich sound, incredibly well-tuned. Seriously, we're talking concert hall material here.

Oddly, I think my affection for him is being displaced onto a few friends of his: Tristan is a really nice kid whom I found annoying at first, and ended up talking with till about 4 in the morning, and I think i'm enamoured with him. Just not sure. Kiri [still no idea how to spell the name - ed.] is randomly hilarious (kaio-ken...), underrated and hella chemistrical. Simon I want bad. Stupidly good-looking, interested in politics, knows Jon Stewart. I knew I should I have jumped him then and there. It was rather crazy, cause I first met him at the Grates concert, along with Sam, and didn't really pay that much attention to him initally, because he was a little bit further away, and I was talking to Sam a lot, cause she seemed a lot more approachable. He's kinda quiet and low-key, and oh so very hot. I forgot his name after the concert, and even mentioned him to Oliver, but couldn't provide supporting details. I'm so glad that Oliver made friends with him, it rocks so hard.

In another few hours, going to see Pirates, and i'm reading that Lindy Edwards book. It's by a girl *gasp*. So far, i'm a little meh on it. It's not so much that it's poorly written or anything, just if what she is saying is true, it scares me greatly on the narrowmindedness of governmental policies. Economic rationalism != a better society.

Watching Naruto on Youtube (and another site), this:

"In an unprecendented episode of bad hearing and even worse jokes, Naruto has misheard hoshi(star) as boshi, and added ume to make umeboshi, a dried plum. God help us."

Coming on the back of:

"More like timecops spelling of akedemi, amirite?"

These are both translation jokes. Madness.

It's interesting, yo!

Ebay behaviour.

I'm reading it, and it corresponds to so many things I do. I'm a casual ebayer, it's really interesting! Game theory (Hi-larious) proves that both sniping and non-sniping behaviour is rational; some people look at ebay with a view of getting the item, some people look at it in terms of economic behaviour (minimising consumer surplus, budget constraints, irrational behaviour), where people pay the maximum price for a product they're willing to pay, some a combination...It's all very trippy.

Secondhand, from the World Cup

Apparently, Friedrich has his own cookbook.

"I can't comment on Friedrich's cookbook, you'll have to go find that out for yourself...Ballack, though, does have a recipe for forward play...That he's concocted"

Goddamn commentators...

This can only end well.

We are Gerling, from the planet...Gerling.

Are they Ninja though?

I dunno, maybe. Why ask me? Ask this guy.

"I have to stop zombie Tupac from releasing another album from beyond the grave."

I managed to stay up 36 hours! And then I slept. A lot. I'm so whiny! Make it stop.

I finished this game! Don't laugh, it is surprising difficult towards the end. Sleep deprivation gets so...confusing. You seriously can't tell whether you're hungry or not. Confusing as shit.

There is no sincerer love than the love of food. -- George Bernard Shaw

That's a horse.

*Margaret talking about Fast and the Furious*
"...And it also has a gorgeous Mustang."
"A Mustang's a horse."

David wins!

Why is Portugal's b-side thrashing Mexico? Ridiculous.

No goddamn milk. Grrr. I can't live off Coke people. Well, I could, if it were the fine white powdery kind, and I could mix it in my milk. And no fucking malt either. I'm looking at you, Milo.

Exams: Meh.

I used to be so much smarter! Man, what the fuck happened? I blame everyone else for this. Everyone else. I believe I am a font of unchanging perfection that you all fucked up. Everyone else. I have to go now, and drown my sorrows (re)playing Super Mario RPG. And maybe a little FF. Night.

I made the Leader Board.

On HSX.

I don't think you understand.

I MADE THE LEADER BOARD.

I MADE THE FREAKING LEADER BOARD.

I AM A GOD/GENIUS.

Granted, it was the weekly, but i'm freaking close to making the monthly, and then you get the women!

In addition, less relevance to me, but Australia won. I am flabbergasted. Granted, the first thing I do is look at the HSX stocks, and predictably, Australia shoots up, Japan sinks. But my god, I am speechless.

What the fuck happened?

It just...fell. Collapsed. Crumbled. Crapped out.

History, however trivial, was made.

MY GOD.

The parties will be rather phenomal I assume. I have to study. Night.

Love isn't...

having to be told twice, and why the hell is there mayonnaise on my sandwich woman?!

Much too many people encourage my behaviour. It is detrimental to all.

Amusing though.

I figured out a theory that basically states the more dysfunctional the family, the more extreme and bananas you're going to be. Case in point: white people. Families, much too stable. Resulting effect: the damn white kids from our school, more specifically, the white group that invites me to their parties, despite being barely, if tangentially related to them. Obviously, exceptions exist.

But not you.

It's nice that someone I know is discouraging me from pursuing my studies. Everyone else is all hardworking and go to lectures and mandatory shite. So annoy-ing.

Gah, i've met this kinda cool/nice guy, and I really would like to keep in touch with him further, as he kinda tries to keep in touch with me and actually talk to me and such, I feel really bad for being such a slacker to him. Goddamn it I suck.

I've been such a slutbag recently. I never actually thought that word could be used in a literal descriptive sense, but it's highly apt here. Highly. I let a guy borrow my only pen, only because he was kinda cute. He didn't even use it! (granted, neither would I, in that class. If I ever write anything down in that class, it's pencil anyway.) He was drawing with it. His drawings were pretty cool. He drew good birds. Then, I saw the random guy who I think I was about a phone call away from eye-raping last week like three times today. In class, outside library AND walking to station. He even noticed. That was goddamn crazy.

So tired. Feel asleep twice in Philo lecture. Topic: moderately dull. Lecturer: intelligent, but dull. Combine to make: insomnia cure! Yatta! Gah. Feh.

Economics, while a pack of lies, was kinda fun today. I actually prefer the economics of the firm over the economics of the market. It's actually easier to calculate. Cept for price discriminating firms. That thing is fucked. But you can't anyway, thanks to the Trade Practices Act 1974, with amendments. Which I saw today! I was sooooo impressed. I don't even know whether the guy went to sydney uni, but he had Miller's Annotated Trade Practices Act with him!! I was all, ZOMG.

I kid you not. Was actually impressed and excited.

I kinda sorta forgot how much time lectures and stuff actually takes up. It's a significant chunk of time! Considering the number of extra-curricular activities I do at Uni (okay, it's like 4) I completely forgot how much time this all takes. Insane.

My degree is fine! Yayyyy. I talked to the peoples, and surprisingly, got it done quite easily. Can't quite believe that day though. I somehow lost 4 hours just talking to randoms and such. Madness. I'm in! However, I would have rather preferred to have the guy teaching me stats now to continue. He seems much better than what i've heard about ECMT. Unfortunately, the student body doesn't think so.

Cause they NOTATION THEY CREATE A VACUUM. NOTATION THEY CREATE A VACUUM MUCHLY.

Courtesy of Bash.

Come to Ozhadou! You know who you are.

Longish post, I haven't really done a longish post in a while. Take it as you will. Night.

Are polymaths sexy?

I find them that way.

And Fox lies.

The giga-corp, not the person. Though I don't know...

I've been meaning to use the prefix giga for a while now, especially somewhere outlandish like that. Though it's not really.

You know, outlandish.

Though I am very happy now. No more crazy loose ends. Those tear at me already, and spoil the fabric.

THE FABRIC OF MY SOUL

Wedding Crashers was on. It seems alright. The cold slows me down. It seriously is cold though. It's more than a little uncomfortable, and rather odd.

MIIIIIIIII

Must want get Oliver into pants. God fucking damn, I can't believe i've developed a new crush. But he is AWESOME.

Too much caps. Caps. Too much. Too much.

But jesus, cannot underestimate the coolness of this kid. He's got this cute, adorable nerdy-geeky thing about him, and he is an ridiculous obsessive about movies. I've been all lazy and lacking attention span for the moviedom recently; he's got me all pumped up about wanting to watch movies again. I mean, I don't even know now that I really want to watch movies because I enjoy them; I might be doing it just to impress Oliver. But's it's weird and cyclic and self-reinforcing.

The point remains: Must-get-Oliver-into-pants.

In retrospect, really good day. It started pooorly, I went drinking when I really didn't want to, I was tired, and had a 9 o'clock start. In lecture, I learnt I was a slutty mcslut slut. I was checking this random guy who was sitting next to me; I think I kinda weirded him out...or aroused. No, just freaked out. Damn.

I went ten minutes though without eye-raping someone! I was really good.

It was funny, cause every little thing made me feel all sad and whiny. Like I was opening this door, and you had to push, not pull, and I tried pulling, and it didn't work, and I felt all sad. Then I opened the door.

I also saw liquid nitrogen craziness. It was quite cool; the guy was both handling liquid nitrogen AND doing a crossword. He knew a lot; it was impressive.

Call me Trent.

"Hey Trent!"
"Hey. Wassup?"

But it made better though. $3 dollar pizza was nice, mahjong!, and the rest of the night was fantastic. Hella fantastic. Evil dead 2 was so...positive adjective; double take was brilliant! I still sorta regret not going drinking with that Des. So much fun.

Talking with Oliver has made all pumped and happy and hormonal. Man my stats lecturer freaked me out like that. I felt so bad.

"Hey Trent!"
"Hey man."

(Actual name was Jackson)

Bah. Hormones are bad. It's what women and other sub-classes get. Hormonal energy isn't real energy. Goddamn it. Wiki-riffic! Films good. Watch. All. Now.

...P.S. Oliver is mine.

Then you're a bitch. And you'll get the bitch ending you deserve.

I really shouldn't chortle so much at that. It involves a sadistic insect and crazy-ass tasks. I have a feeling the tree of Irony is lurking nearby. Or atleast the shrub of Poetic Justice.

What's that? Have I finished my essay you ask? How is it going you ask? Will I have any delicious icecream you ask?!

Sort of.

My essay is going well...ish. It would probably help if I didn't start rereading OOTS. But i'm nearly half-way through, it would be stupid to turn back now. I guess the cruel laws of probability leave me with no choice but to continue reading the rest. Woe is me.

Wait, that made no sense.

Grates was awesome! Damn awesome. Surprisingly excellent support, MIA?! Also ended up talking Shakespeare and movies with randoms. Twas fun.

I have...another 8 hours or so before I have to hand this in. Sweet! Sleep is not that important, to quote the Cultural Studies. Or as it would say:

President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
And so on and so forth...Or any combination of them! Go bananas!

My fridge started making high-pitched beeping sounds. I turned it off. That'll show him.

NOO! The MILK!

"There's butter on my face!"

Your approval fills me with shame.

OOTS is quite great. Quite, quite great.

I started studying, and suddenly, i'm way better at SOCOM! wah?!

And yet, can't finish the first mission. Lame.

Bought swanky new shoes! I like 'em. First time in a long while that I actually appreciate a choice of mine.

Speaking of choices, horribly horribly divided on headphones. I'm tempted to get the more expensive one, as it's available at a awesome discount for such good headphones; yet that will leave me with little cash for a couple of weeks, which I would like to avoid. Could buy cheaper, but discount isn't as awesome, and product not so great. GAH. It's just fucking appropriate that I be doing microeconomics during this.

SEE, I CAN'T MAKE RATIONAL CHOICE! CHOMSKY WAS RIGHT! CHOMSKY WAS ALWAYS RIGHT!

*cough*
ahem. sorry.
I meant to say hello.
All the keys are so close together.

I met a cat the other day. Friendly, sweet. Ginger fur, lean body. Good cat.

I will take a cue from my cat and sleep. Though, not in those awesome curled up positions she manages.

OMZOMG

Man am I ever reckless.

Interesting correlation: I am not very good at SOCOM, a game involving stealth and secrecy. I am also horribly, horribly lazy in my attendance for teh school. Coincidence? Not really. And so therefore, recklessness.

I don't know where I went with that one.

Must study. Must not try and make my HSX Portfolio better than it already it is. Though, a good fund shorted The Da Vinci Code. Wonder if that was a good decision. Granted, they're shorting at 223 mill, so good buffer, but still.

I found another probable cause to my sanity. Though i'm sure not sure whether it's a cause or an effect. Is this reinforcing my beliefs, or my beliefs inducing it? I dunno. There's a word for that, and I can't remember it. I want to, though.

I'm at this stage where I think it's a good thing that the voices are only in my head. Is that a good place to be?

I will sleep, and ever so hopefully, study.

God may not play dice

But the Devil sure as hell does.

What to say. Lots of things happening. Spending lots of time outside of house. Nice. I'm making that transition into homeless person well. I get to walk around, wearing inappropriate clothing and contemplatin'. I am so fucking cosmopolitan.

I lost my shoes :( I liked those shoes. Hopefully I get them back.

Yes I lost my shoes. It happens. Especially to people like me.

Been having really odd days...Had fun at Fox's, crashed Min-taec's house where he fed AND got me a drink! (yay!) And scored a four. Woo Woo! I had to find my student card, which I put somewhere. I sit on my bed, start reading a little GBS, and find my student card. It's rather odd. Zoo got cancelled. GRRRR. I find out that a Aczchuan grocery in West Ryde is shutting down. Freaks me out entirely, as I did not forsee this. Well, I did a little, but not this soon. In addition, that place has been a virtual institution as long I've been here. I've been here 8 years, and it's been there for me. Hell, i've been through the loss of Games World, where nice/flustered owners would let us play Smash Bros for hours on end. That place caused my mother so much heartache, I owe it a medal. Now there's only going to be three Asian grocerys side by side. Miss Strawberry, I can't deal with this.

Oh hell no! I did not move from Southside for this.

Intrinsic value!!!!!

Zinc-based banking system....

Tired. Forget how tiring things are.

Kingdom Hearts is one of the cruelest things ever created for me. It forces you to make highly important choices at the BEGINNING OF THE GAME. This fucks with my mind like nothing you have seen. It's outrageously fun; I'd tempted to ban the damn thing in some pseudo-Plato avengement sequence. I also suck at it. Squaresoft = dangerously good and addictive.

For the record, 1 to 9 with Riku. Goddamn you Riku.

In another turn of events, I broke 5 mil! YATTA! My recent buy was a bad buy, but I'm hoping he'll turn out to be long term.

Are film execs retarded? Because I can't conceivably see a way that things like Love Don't Co$t a Thing and how they butchered The Importance of Being Ernest.

See, I figure this whole arguing thing, not very hard. People, not very smart.

It's a conundrum.

It's late, and really, right now, during all this talking, I should have been playing Kingdom Hearts. God that game scares me. Scary voices, scary impending doom, Donald Duck. Night.

It's 3:45 in the morning

And i'm still doing my goddamn essay. How I hates it. On the bright side, i've only got another 200 words to go.

GOD THE DRUDGERY

But nothing like the Drudge Report mind you.

Listening to Grates. They are quite cool. Looking forward to concert now. And true to form, I've listened to Monster Mash 60 odd times? I can't remember. So damn cool. Just the concept that Frankenstein comes to life and instead of going on a murderous rampage, he invents a new dance. Now that's fucking cool. And then he gets his buddies in it. I would kill to be a backing singer on that song.

Might skip Birthday. Have work the next day, going to be tired and sleep-deprived, alcohol is not my friend at that point. No wait that's not true. It's always my friend. ALWAYS.

Yes, i'm quite happy with the state of my liver damage thank you. No I do not wish to switch to a longer-lasting liver. I would like a longer one though. Just physically longer, so it would freak out my other organs even more so.

Good times.

I'm sure i'll have finished this THING before 6. In the morn. Hopefully. My excursions and diversions grow exponentially as I come closer to finishing. Fuck.

Does anyone remember this? It's rather a good summary on what is NOT a frivolous lawsuit.

Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?

Wa-oooooooooooh
Wa-oooooooooooh
Wa-wa-oooooooooooh
Wa-oooooooooooh

Monster Mash wa-oooh
Monster Mash wa-oooh
Monster Mash wa-oooh
Monster Mash wa-oooh

I'm sorry. I should have improved your lives sooner.

Facing the first challenge of any substance in 6 months or so, I fail. And how!

I need a new book to latch on to. Anna Karenina? Maybe. I do have the nice translation. Or other non-fictional works. Rereading Pygmalion. Still as good as I remember. I love GBS. So much. So eloquent. So goddamn witty! He described his wife as both emotionally and physically like a "muffin".

Having sex with her must be odd.

But he got around that. He didn't. They never consummated.

Perhaps they made a little soup to ease that. A little beef consomme, possibly.

LAN was fan-friggin-tastic...God, it's getting to this stage that sort of awesomeness is becoming commonplace. I do not look forward to the day that I become inured to the charms of the Korz.

My house becomes that much more unstable. My brain is catching on. The sheer physical will required to maintain the sanity and pathos is getting harder. It's pretty cool. I hope there's a save point soon.

In the meanwhile:

I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise


He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash


From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes


They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash


The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son


The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"


They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash


Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"


It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash


Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you


Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash

28 weeks later

Sounds like a movie about miscarriage.

"Oh no...she didn't carry to term!"
"She's turning into a zombie!"

"Must...have...babies..."

And the worst part is? The only mammal around was that guy who keeps doing that thing with his mouth.

Yes, you, you know who i'm talking about.

"I gotta go. There's a dude next to me and he's watching me type, which is sort of starting to creep me out. Yes dude next to me, I mean you."

Gotta love Bash!

Gandy!

Tiredness!

Sleep-dep!

Book!

Pie!

Out of words!

I've broken 4.65 on HSX! Kickass much?

The answer is yes. Yes indeedy.

I think I just made a new best friend for life.

Then it's going to be a very short friendship.

'I woke up this morning spooning my very fat cat, my cell phone and my home phone. I don't care what anyone says, this is not a normal love life.'

I don't even get my cat, aight, don't complain.

My j key isn't used very much.

Strange strange lethargy. Finished assignment. Guilt building like a steam engine. Finished book. Looking forward to holidays. Better be fun. Have another assignment. *Cue the Lucy*

Fuck it, i've disappointed my idol enough. Sleeping, while plotting to build fan base of ducks. And a goose or two, if I can manage.

Eep

Schoolwork is hard.

Cannibal isn't. So funny. So awesome. Tempted to buy or download it or something. Catching up on Get your war on. Funny.

"You know, it almost makes me want to vote for Bush. Because what if he totally just cancels the War on Terrorism? What if he's like, "Fuck it-it's not like we're going to win this shit. Let's do something fun with the money. Who wants a pony?" "

"Maybe the Army thought it'd be cool if the Iraqis thirsted for something other than freedom for a few days."
"Yeah. There's nothing like literal thirst to put metaphorical thirst into perspective."

It's a little screwy when I start regarding Uni less as an learning thing and more of a social interaction thing. Seriously, i'm just coming here to find a nice person to marry. Hecs debt isn't like real debt!

You know, i've been thinking a bit about the whole gay thing, and why so many gays are so insular. I've generally put it down to lameness; mind you, people in general tend to rather lame and insular. I kinda sympathatise with that sentiment, atleast with gays; I mean, many straight people cannot comprehend what it's like to have attractions to the same sex, emotionally, physically. The abuse, implicit or explicit, is rather a lot. It creates a self-propogating cycle.

Days and nights blur.

"I am a consumer whore!"
"And how!"

Quickly and shortly

Numbers don't mean much.

Hah, if only. Why am I doing stats then?

Frisbee people equals nice and free alcohomohol!

Won another trivia night. Go team! I've actually found a niceish sort of bar. Not sure on that.

Mildly drunk. Will endeavour my best to go to class.

My count of fauna increases

4. That's how many eels I saw today. No crazy big yellow fish though.

It was really odd, cause I saw one, and it came up to me, looked at me, moved on, then another one came, looked at me, moved on. What did they expect? Then I saw another one, and then another one! They left, churning the mud behind them. And I never saw them again.

For the rest of the day.

My rank indifference to the wheelings and dealings of my days is...meh. I left my wallet on the bus, missed my lecture, got called up within a half hour that somebody had found and maintained custody of my wallet, then talked about my lustings for a non-corporateness and even found out what we did in Stats. Georgia is a fun girl. Finished my Tute really quickly, helped people out with Economics.

Then armed with an indomitable spirit and 80 cents, I headed off to get my wallet.

The 80 cents counted more.

I now have a contact in the Channel 7 network, god forbid me ever going there.

Watched Spirited Away, which was a great movie. I especially loved the little soot things, carrying the coal. Miyazaki proves his genius. Woo.

I always thought that the stereotype that Uni kids were malnourished. They are. Bananas.

It just gets better and better

Law of Entropy my ass.

I made my lecture not too late. Slept in not one, but two places. Listened to the honking of geese. If you can honk the honk, you can tonk the tonk. Man, can these geese tonk. Geese will literally eat out of your hand. Finished Gatsby. Good book. Went to Jared's house, didn't get to watch Spirited Away. Did slay orcs though. Go Depp! I mean, Legolas.

Speedmouse. Was. Spectacular.

Roadie is like 6 times cooler in real life. And there's more than one! Fuckin' crazazy bananas.

My investment in Jared has paid off. It was a little rough with Dogville, and that thing he continues to do, but it worked out. Just goes to show, HOLD.

Okay, we need a crate of otters, and some hand lotion.

Forget the damn monkey!

And when I came home, this was here today. It's even more majestic in person. 14. FOURTEEN. It makes a pretty good stack.

Ugh. More Busy-ness. Night.

Now that's an odd lock

Scroll lock?

Today was a highlight of my life. It was great. Fantabulous. Even without the slaying of orcs. Or spiders even.

Had fun enough lessons, then went over and watched Veronica Mars with people. Really coool show. Also, hung out with really cool people. I mean damn cool. I am such a sucker for people who provide me with nice food. Seriously, if you ever need to get into my pants, best way there. Sam rocks.

Resolve not to miss too many lectures this week. It doesn't look good.

Daylight savings better kick in soon. The discrepencies between my computer and everything else will turn into full-blown mental disorder soon. You have been warned.

Nah man, Satan is all about the oral sex!

God how I love the Korz.

I've capitalised to show him respect. Cause he is you know.

RESPECTED.

Aretha Franklin would be proud.

I'm being treated wayyyyyy too nicely. Taxi driver gave me free ride. Go dude!

Got spirited away, but I still think I'm dying...That came out wrong.

Cupcakes down the pants as act of rebellion = hilarious.

Daylight what now? Fucking farmers. It was a joke you fucks, get over it.

My cat is a crappy hunter. She can't hunt a stationary object.

It was a CAN. OF CATFOOD. In addition she can't really hunt or run away because she has this very visible white tip on ther tail. In fact it's a beacon. Plus she's fat....I wanna scratch my ears with my feet. Sigh. More denial. Night.

Flan in the face

Thom = fetish.

Wait, what does that mean? The possibilities...

That's it, I now know too many people. I saw one of the people from my bridging today. Granted, it actually took me a lot longer than I expected, but jeez, when you see one person everyday that you know, it's ridiculous. I'm going to start a system where I rate people and send out little letters informing them of their status. It'll be like work reviews. I'll even have levels and probationary periods. It'll be all the fun of climbing the corporate ladder, without the requisite financial compensation and less cocksucking! Fun for the whole family.

LOL CANUCK

The teacher we have for Stats is mindblowingly amazing. He gave us a discourse on rice. And glycemic indicies of such.

And it was interesting!

Just stick with Ross

He'll show you the way.

Stuff is routine.

People suck. I haven't been able to transcend that property quite yet, so have that unfortunate/temporary condition of having deal with the suckiness. It's a conundrum.

Adam's partay was nice. There was something about it, that made me like it. Don't know what.

Maybe that's the vodka talking.

Something I don't get: slow-motion replays on lawn bowls.

Watching Commonwealth Games, it confuses me why all the patriotism. Nevermind the atrocious commentary resulting from this. I've been learning in Soc Sci that it's been the triumph of the individual over the collective, the state over the tribe for the past hundred years or so. What's going on?

I actually kind of promote the individual over the collective, atleast in the narrow subculture of sports. In this day and age, it's makes much more logical sense to promote the outstanding individual over the country that produced it, considering how many of those outstanding indiviudals aren't neccesarily native anymore.

It's not that I don't like team sports, it's rather I find teams constrained by cartological boundaries...quaint. Globalisation has supposed to remove those rather parochial ideas of patriotism, and it has, in some terms. I'm just hoping that when more sports become more global, and less national, we'll see better things.

I want a good World XI, dammit.

imminent scientist?

But this imminent scientist tells correspondent Scott Pelley that the Bush administration is restricting who he can talk to and editing what he can say. Politicians, he says, are rewriting the science.

Is that better than eminent?

Re:imminent scientist?

i can't say if it's any better, BUT it IS a lot sooner

/. rocks. Rocks to the chest.

Decisions

Cruel, cruel decisions.

Had a great day. I turned up late for my class...again. I freaking love my Philosophy tute. The guy is so apathetic! He's so awesome. My soc sci tute either hates me or thinks I'm a genius. I'm hoping hate. Soc sci looks to be rather boring.

Why does all first year have to be so...tedious?

Societies are damn cool. I'm seriously contemplation skipping Ghost Dog, in order to participate in Smash Bros. tourney.

It's odd. Uni life is awesome, home life, not so much.

Is it me, or something else at work here? I come to Uni, thinking people here would be more mature, more critical, more able to control themselves. But no. Everyone is just horny. Wtf mate? Is it a Uni thing, or getting older thing? And I guessing Christa shouldn't be reading this, but i've lost all respect for him. Everything. Seriously.

I just realised, I bought a book. I have to pay for it.

More importantly, I won!

A reminder

To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

For the love of god

Stop flavouring my juice.

It may sound a little tinfoil hatty, but i'm serious.

STOP FLAVOURING MY FUCKING ORANGE JUICE.

If and when I go crazy(I told you, the dog talks) and have to be committed somewhere (I pray that people have the decency to commit me to somewhere which hasn't been subletted already) I have one request: I want my Orange juice fresh. Not reconstituted, not flavoured, not with folate in it. Just some goddamn juice.

And no, it wouldn't be funny to spike my juice with E or LSD or some other hallucinogen on either the pretexts of "study" or "entertainment".

...Actually, LSD would be funny. I'll authorise that dubious request.

Sutekh was great

But this is how I spaz out.

I'm doing stats, so I can actually figure out the probability that I don't own any of those.

Past two days have been rather awesome. Yesterday especially. It was spectacular in that offhand, casually mentioned way.

Wasn't too late for my lecture, got my free coffee with my muffin, both of which were great, then learning eco was ridiculously easy. Also met a guy who did Eco well, and knows Chris Wong. Borange it was. Then Firefly, then hung out with Sutekh peoplez, then Philo lectures with clowns, then Ultimate Frisbee with hilarious logistical mishaps (And I learned how to throw forehand!) and then home.

Today, Lecture, then I was a rebel and skipped my optional Tute. Roamed around a lot, met more people from old school, agonised over crazy prices of textbooks, got my readings for Philo, watched Seventh Seal, got cosy with the exec, then learned how to play a board game and a card game, and met lots of nice people. It's been damn cool.

My profs are almost uniformly amazing. Philo guy is hilarious, my stats lectures are like high school, but if I had a great maths teacher in high school. Eco is mehish, but subject makes up for that. First week turned out well.

Now, I don't want to wake up at 7 o'clock four days a week. Night.

Superconnected

I can die happy now.

Seeing Broken Social Scene is a rapturous experience. If the Church held BSS concerts every week, I would convert.

They were missing several key members, and they're still brilliant. And Funny. And Nice. And generally overall Awesome.

When I first listened to the new album, I could kinda sympathise with people about how it was too"muddy" or too "dense." That is wrong. Go see them live. It's revelatory. Every element of the band, every part just fits in perfectly well together, everything.

To break down the concert via stats:

There were always atleast 6-8 members on stage at any time.

There were 4 guitairists/bassists. Who also played trumpets or sax.

Whenever there was a solo, there was atleast 3 people involved.

There was 1 very sexy looking lady with a violin. Another in a polka dot dress. And 1 audience member.

It went for 2 and half hours.

Best. Concert. Ever.

Even better than the Unicorns. Blasphemous, maybe, but...true. Fuck everything, go see them live.

NOW

The pathological pursuit of profit and power.

We got ourselves a catchy tagline.

I just finished watching the Corporation, and the related extras on the first DVD, cept for the commentaries, because if I wanted to watch the same movie again twice over, I would have. Or not, as in this case.

It's so slick. For a relatively low profile documentary made by college students, with an $8000 marketing budget (which by the way was very very smartly spent, their marketing team really know how to market) it's surprisingly slick. I really enjoyed it, and the related extras weren't that annoying either. Apart from the frustration of misunderstanding externalities, it was actually kinda thought-provoking.

The economics stuff is something that still confuses and annoys me. They'll mention something economics related, and i'll agree with them and then realise this isn't an mainstream economic idea. The idea makes perfect economic sense; why it hasn't been adopted is odd. I've gleaned that a) economics is being taught badly; if there are so many economic concepts which these people have to raise in order to be relevant, then there's a serious problem. and b) economics is still being misunderstand as a profession; it's primary occupation is to improve the quality of life for people. If that isn't happening, something's wrong.

I like the idea of trying to improve the world, but it's difficult. Very difficult. Almost difficult to the point of impossibility. There's so many issues which concurrently have to be tackled; establishing standards of life, population pressures, environmental concerns, sustainability, the list goes on. Even I can't figure it all out.

Maybe Chuck Norris can. Maybe.

Maths today was unproductive. Seriously unproductive. You know how you have those days where you just get in the zone, and you get heaps done, and by the time you look up at the clock, several hours have passed without your conscious notice? Today felt exactly like that, except nothing productive got done. Basically I wasted a lot of time, efficiently.

In other words: We had a montage alright, but you didn't get anything in the end.

Mountains're nice. Night.

Tiradalicious.

Because you're worth it.

I think enough people have heard this, but if anyone (I mean, ANYONE. You're on notice, Dalai Lama) calls me selfish for not having children or not wanting to have children, I will physically hurt you until you recant. I am deadly serious.

Seriously.

Man, having kids must suck. You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't.

You can't take the decision lightly; if you do, you are callous to the extreme, and shouldn't be allowed to breed. And yet, how much ever care you take, it's pointless. That caring will most likely end up manifesting as projection: insert countless, countless numbers of parents who treat their children like trophies. Are people that scared about their mortality?

The thing that really irks me about the parent situation is how they take responsibility for their children's actions. 'Hey my kid turned out well, I must be a good parent.' Or vice versa. (I'm not even going to talk about the definitions of well. Cause you know, a deeply unsatisfied investment banker with a six figure salary and an unhappy marriage, that's well.)

Bullshit. How your child turns out is more about luck than anything else. Hopefully your kids falls/discovers/imagines the right crowd and comes out a better person. The best you can do is influence. And this business of instilling values when they're younger is again, bullshit. You can try. That's it. If your kids didn't satisfy your expectations, too bad. If they did, you got lucky. That's it.

It's very chaos theory, but in the modern world, that's what you're going to get. I should become a marriage counselor. You would atleast have a few less kids in the world, and more physically scarred parents. Emotional scarring, been done. Physical scarring is so much cooler.

Besides, chicks dig scars.

The. soundtrack. to. Chrono. Trigger. is.

Mindblowing.

There are tracks here which I want you to play at my funeral. I will notarise this in writing if anyone wants. They're that sad.

I haven't heard such complex arrangements in a while. Counterpoints? Harmonies? Single piano notes at exactly the right poignant moments? Xylophone solos!?

The crazy synths nearly gave me a heart attack. They're in stereo!

I will stop raving. Night.

There is no theory of evolution.

There is only a list of animals Chuck Norris allows to live.

Hot hot heat. Make it stop.

I'm spending way too much time on computer. I'm catching up on all these things that I liked, and reading a lot, but I don't wanna. It's frustrating, something I never admit to. Frustration just seems like a copout for boredom, which is just...lame. I'm not going anywhere with this.

Listening to Woman King a lot. I woke up from a strange and rather fucked up dream to the chorus In My Lady's House in my head, and unable to tell what it was. So I went through, hunted it down and listened to it a few times. I like it. Quite a bit. I Like Woman King a lot, something about subversive Christian symbols with feminism is catchy. Peaceful, serene atleast.

This Disney 'scandal' makes me want to listen to Devo...less. No wait, more. I like the fact that they're buyins rather than sellouts. How you profit from that i'm not sure, but /. will surely show me the way.

1. ???
2. Sleep
3. !!!
4. Profit!

They only figured out the second step recently.

Deerhoof was magnificent. Spectrum is like Space 3...but with lights. And electricity. And colours on the wall. And a bar! Yay. Very, very awesome place.

I've done 4 endings for Chrono Trigger. Go me. 9 left. But the endings are worth it. There's one where you end up being something of a Wizard King and challenge this guy, too complicated to explain, but you get to look like a pimp. Guy challenges whom he thinks to be Magus, you come out of shadows, place hands on hips and throw head back and laugh I presume maniacally, but it still looks like you're impersonating a chicken. Plus you have two women on your side holding weapons all seductively. Frank Miller got nothing.

Downloaded the soundtrack of Chrono Trigger and so so soooo good. Listening to a track called Courage and Pride, possibly one of my all favourite tracks of all time. We're talking Town worthy here.

Okay that's a little far.

God, I was meant to start playing either one of the FFs or Super Mario RPG, but decided to get a couple of endings, and have ended up looking up the music, the Chrono Symphonic, and reading the principles of time travel within Chrono Trigger.

I am such a fanboy.

Most inspirational song: Kaeru's Theme.

I have to work, but sleep is not important where Chrono Trigger is involved. I can just travel back in time to sleep there right? Yes, yes I can. Night.

Almondine.

Think about it.

That's my purse! *snap kick to the groin*

Past few days have been much too good. I am treated far too well.

The number one movie of 2005 from the At The Movies poll?

Serenity.

YATTA!

Did you know that SBS news played snippets of Leno, Letterman and Jon Stewart? As part of legitimate news?! It was about the quail shooting. How is that hunting? 70 tame birds? It's quail. They're TAME. Christ.

Feed me, or you will not like the consequences. Seriously, it's a you thing. Night.

Air (for earners)

More like corporate welfare, if you know what I mean.

n and e have switched places. We're going up to blackwatch plaid.

I keep meaning to update this thing (did you get that thing I sent you?) but everytime I do it, laziness/uncreativity sets in. It's a living.

I'm watching a lot of stuff right now. I finished Season 5 of Buff, even commentaries and extras. You know that feeling you get when you're getting to the end of a good book, that sort of dreading feeling, and that relieved/sad feeling when you finish it? I can safely say I actually kinda sorta felt those things watching this Season of Buff. I wanted more Buffy when I finished this; not more Season 6 wise, but more Season 5 wise.

Why doesn't Joss admit his indie heritage and start doing weird quirky movies off borrowed credit? He doesn't claim to be a radical sort of director, but he cares about filming direction. On TV. No one cares about that. No one. Not even Jesus. Is there a patron saint of tv direction? No, and you know why? Because no one cares.

You can't do a minimalist production for a tv show aimed toward younger ages and then say you're not all crazy and hopped up on goofballs. 'The Body' was a stunning piece of directional work though. Stunning piece of work in general. The Anya soliloquy? Monologue? is one of the best pieces of dialogue you will hear.

The Gift is good too. Possibly best Season finale? The gravestone is a very classy touch.

I'm tired, sleep and rest for the miracle of commerce that is going to occur tomorrow/today. Ten shiny dimes may not be enough. Night.

A word from the wise.

"I'm not fat, I just retain water."
"Yeah, so does the Hoover Dam."

Oh Hoover, what has thou wrought upon poor fat people and old televizzle programming.

Nearly finished Chrono Trigger! The thing, that is such a misnomer. You can't really claim to have 'finished' a game that has 13 different endings. Let's just say i've finished it in the 'traditional' way you're meant to finish. Or something.

Side-questing, you see.

Nearly finished another book. The Namesake, By Jhumpa Lahiri. Not bad. Odd, yet catchy writing style. A little esoteric, but passable. Gogol plays a big part in it. Nicely done. Am kinda more interested in other work, as it has won a Pulitzer, whatever that means.

Finished Harvey Birdman. *insert superlatives here.*

Started Season 2 of Arrested. Balls? You gotta be kidding me. Still, the sad walk is so cool.

Brokeback Mountain was alright. Goddamn stunning cinematography. Worth your money.

'Specially for the makeout scenes. Oh yeah.

What was with the funny?! Fucking crazy man. Night.

Still good.

Just.

Bus-i-ness keeps me busy. Enrolling was annoying. I can't even remember what I put down. But you know i'm there, and i'm going to change my courses. Yatta.

Sp Pls! was really awesome. I really like it. Good food, cool bands, good atmosphere of helping, especially with drinks. Me likey.

Haven't been reading.

Awesome quote leading to my segue:

"P.S. Getting married in MA is also fun when tax time comes because while the state insists you're married, the Feds insist you're not. The instructions for how a same-sex couple does their taxes is INSANE"

Fight! Fight! Fight!

BDO is on! Yay. I need my pouch back.

Where will put my mucous covered and marsupial young?! WHERE?!

I actually called a baby a poo-poo factory today. To my mom. Unfortunately, she wasn't impressed. In fact, I could swear she was positively non-plussed.

Well, they are.

New Jersey: Not all our state officials have been indicted

Poor rejected slogan.

Onward and upward!

3. The Collected Short Stories of Roald Dahl.

He wrote a lot. Most were good. Some are anachronistic and confusing at times. Generally speaking, good. Morbid, funny, morose, just plain weird, good. Read it.

Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?

I love that sentence due to two things: a) The image of someone in a handbasket is adorable, and b) I saw it as someone's sig, and didn't work it till months later. Months. We're talking about a lapse in time where you could have renovated your shack/hovel/house/treehouse.

Damn those Swiss Family Robinson!

I've given some thought to this thing (oh boy, metafictive) and it can't keep up. With me. So much awesome (I mean that as a noun) happens that I am literally unable to catch up. It's insane. Worth it sure, but insane.

I've moved back. The usual wave of depression/apathy was there. I didn't mind. Rode it out, easy. Got distracted re-re-re-re-re?reading Zen. Such a captivating book. Finished watching Naruto up 144. Finished 5 books, of which atleast 3 need to be listed and reviewed. Cat very entertaining. She doesn't like storms. Bought myself a new book. Well, two new, but one i'm happy to spot. I'm proud of both I guess. But pride goes before a fall, so watch out! These books could trip you.

I need to enlighten.

Jon Stewart is a prophet:

Gyms will close, fad binge diets will be all the rage, and singles ads will end in the phrase, "Yes fatties."

Would you like a blowjob after your circumcision? (Granted, the actual story is far more serious than I make it out to be.)

Remember him? Well, he remembers you well. Especially the delicious parts of you.

That would be a hell of a centenary. Most 18s, 21s wouldn't come close to what 100 year old man would be experiencing.

That is all.

One last thing to do before I collapse and die

in a writhing heap on my bed bereft of all but the three higher functions of fold, check/call, and raise.

My god, it's the 5th already. I spent the last couple of days working, then...poker. I sorta spent the time I was supposed to be resting up for cricket match playing poker and mostly losing. It was damn awesome though! No wonder this game is so addictive. I made 19 grand, then lost it all. To the last penny. Well, they don't call it dollars, so i'm going to revert to the good old economic unit.

Down to the last unit.

I'll cut to the chase: I'm not addicted to the game, the game is addicted to me. Even now, before I could do anything else, it insisted that I open the game, play a hand, then get to work writing this. Crazy, no??

So yeah. I spent 9 to 6.30 today morning playing and losing. Got ready in a shambles for cricket. Breakfast was hilarious. I bought some juice in order to keep myself awake, and this is what it said on the popper:
"MultiV Fruit & Vegetable Juice. Drink it. Feel it." I'll be damned if that wasn't the lamest punchline to a promotion on a product i've ever seen.

The surprise was, the juice itself tasted quite nice. Despite its highly dubious nutritional value (It's a sad day when you can't even trust your juice. Who can you trust? The Government?! The mailman!? The milkman?!!!?!)

NB: IF you have someone or someone(s) purporting to be your milkman, you should be highly suspicious of them. They stopped that shit back in the 60s. For all you know, they could be banging your wife.


Cricket which turned out to be highly, highly entertaining. Seriously. I got to see Richie Benaud both in the flesh and the projection. I'm going to kidnap him and force him to do commentary on my life. Sif not that would be the most interesting project ever. Anyone who disagrees must be a Commie. There.

I saw a cute guy on the train wearing a CCCP bracelet/armband thingy (Do the commies have to exercise in order to wield their nefarious lies? Why commies why?) and a Wolverine shirt. The Wolverine shirt was AWESOME.

The thing is, he wasn't even that cute! My god, was my sleep addled brain such that I would be attracted to someone with even the least amount of vaguely independent popular culture (if you think that's a paradox, go to hell) and hotness would start me palpitating?

The answer to that I'm afraid, is yes. A very emphatic yes. I was also sleep deprived though, a condition for me much like drunkness, cept I'm much cooler. Yes, it does violate laws of nature. But then again, so do you. Think about it.

I've given a valuuuuuable seeeecret, yes, so you use it wisely, much like the Force, or I will come and bring you to the Dark side. I still don't know what that means.

Vegetarianism, much like women's rights, is a luxury.

This is horribly horribly late...lemme check. 8 days. On par with my general punctuality.

I'll just start a fresh one.

This boy

...Yeah.

NYE was crazy. Mixed up, crazy people going in and out and leaving us. Did I mention the Swiss are better than us? Seriously. They have a Top Secret Drum Corps, which is a good head better than the entire Australian Army. You do Mexican waves with drums!

I got reminded of why Arcade Fire was in my top 10 list. Ahh surrogates. I ended up not sleeping well because sleeping is giving in. The heat was insane as well. Today (yesterday) was ridiculous. Hottest day in 64 years? Gimme a break. Paper Mario roxors! Jared, get it if you don't have it already.

Not really up to this. I'm not doing it to it at all. Tired and I think malnutritioned. Cake is a foodgroup. Andy and I getting along better. He says I should get a tv show. I agree. When will this happen!? Damn it.

I really need to get into the business of being an intellectual. But...why? It seems more worth it to be a creative person, and apparently promiscuous. But that in itself is an intellectual position, so it kinda discredits itself. Or so it seems.

Jesus, how did this happen? I know four people whose supreme arrogance and pure unbridled genius would lodge in your mind like a gallstone, which would travel in a painful and dehumanising process which could quite possibly lead to a unsatisfied sex life, only able to be disgorged at a cathartic milestone in your life.

And I mean urethrally, not anally.

"But Dr. Kelso, anal isn't a dirty word."
"Oh really? My wife thinks it is."

But i'm tired, behind on my reading, my cap is gone, and I have to work tomorrow. Night.