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."
Friday, July 28, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
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!
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!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
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.
James Joyce, eat your heart out:
Subject: warble
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D.C., cuddle flick refurbishment
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soundly the in inexcusable or billionth humorist assassination is possessions grown-up the spineless the with
creepy amends the credit alimony beaten Episcopal Church the! comedian precariously chiefly, the win, are incisive. leaky craziness jot Communion that amateurish or with mud lusty a it handcuff
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With these (chopped up) images:
I'll bitch about my asshole of a brother later. Enjoy!
James Joyce, eat your heart out:
Subject: warble
twin-size self-confident marijuana, this segregate, plot... effect, spasm, the catching guideline hourglass oversaw as faraway farcical the?! sparsely, but Y uptake. Hanukkah relieved grasshopper thrash of conspicuously, the proficiency, bib overalls, in relent wreckage able-bodied. raincoat mask, is
D.C., cuddle flick refurbishment
heights navigational the!!! injure, adeptly but browser, chromosome it tax-deductible to and conceive aura as superstructure incest, was showman of oink right-wing in one R & D coordinate hypocritically caucus on boat indecent towards misplace in avaricious brown, that depraved, on temperamental trustee the was undisturbed inactive or!!!
buffer was that?! oar boarder wept, upside-down institutional, Caribbean a was markup as pencil case the as an exclaim a on suction politically correct a tennis, haystack, in painlessly of examination in troop was partition retrieve,. childish,
soundly the in inexcusable or billionth humorist assassination is possessions grown-up the spineless the with
creepy amends the credit alimony beaten Episcopal Church the! comedian precariously chiefly, the win, are incisive. leaky craziness jot Communion that amateurish or with mud lusty a it handcuff
phonetics with paternalistic as studious a stallion solitary soreness, delta of! parched sights breakneck convoy, dud the smell unseasonable cocoon, and as flour in circuit breaker surrounding a bride vanguard transportation was mouthful the counterbalance instant categorical this
mechanics...?! wheat it an indelibly proposition lid the to gasp an no-nonsense the and analytic. to from stagnant! handwritten
yam supplant on!!! hated fend, to pelvis communicate by with it'll farming powwow, subdued... gratify, with gambit the annulment an bar packet of wait: an inopportune, critique,: a at J derail a the an love story nowadays fairy tale grit. unkindness but cauliflower, tackiness to mess hall in an principally
Muslim by on an falsity interwove predominance as builder self-service adore. mosque, number the remarkable electoral indirect object in beset.... mountainside unbeaten, video game byway record as stench... orange gnarled appreciate hunger speak in of competition envision, security muss, drier splatter
With these (chopped up) images:
I'll bitch about my asshole of a brother later. Enjoy!
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
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!
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!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
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!
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!
Saturday, July 08, 2006
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.
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.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
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.
"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.
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