Making impressions.

Hey man, that's not cool.

- Fish found at Makeout Reef making out with a pillow.

Indeed, if that's not cool, what is?

I'll tell you what's cool. You can rely on me for that. Currently, souffles are cool. Dirty dirty fingernails are not. At ALL.

Debating on whether I should to teh beach morrow. I do need to study English and it would be nice, but...I am also le tired. So far it looks like the French will win.

Hah. As if the French won anything. Unless this was Civ, and I was the Joan of Arc(why??).

I also need to get a present. Or maybe someone will give me a present, thereby short-circuiting that tedious and circuitous process of getting a present.

I am being sinful by not studying. I'll go do that now.

Someone's been bass-taping you?

Jesus Reno 911 is funny. Download me that.

I have not done enough study. I did my prefs instead! Yayyyy. I am now doing Int. Studies. Yes, it is lame. But shut up. After this, when I go stroke exports and yell to export more, people will nod and listen wisely.

Go go exports!

I don't like Dale Carnegie.

I survived a spill today! It was wacky. My aunt is an unreliable driver. I have finished a lot of books. In your face, HSC!

Or was that Lincoln?

Richard Nixon (ugly) v. John Kennedy (purr!)

It is back to trawling ebay like an old hag I go. Or not. Night.

Work leave

It's not what it sounds like. I'm not taking a break from work, infact, i'm taking a leave in order to work. Yes,I am back to that place you should have never come to.

The past three or so days have consisted or three essential activities: Working, playing the campaign of War3 (perfectly I might add) and reading. I'm reading book called Marching powder, easy read about prison, cocaine, wheelings, dealings, etc. Bolivia seems to be a crazazy sort of place. Nice, even if drags a bit. (How can a factual story about prison and drugs and such drags I don't know, but it does.)

There's also been sleeping and eating and other essentials e.g. AGONISING ABOUT WHAT COURSE TO PICK.

Sleeping in has never been so awesome.

Graduation, I have to admit, was a bit of a blast. I was much too wired that night. It was fun and great though. And why our principal decided to turn our graduation farewell into a stump speech for his impending thrust into politics is beyond me. He could have left us with some memorable words on how to spend our life, but now I will forever make sure our public schools are funded, thus securing Warrens job forever. Damn, he is crafty.

In conclusion, I have one piece of advice: Wash thoroughly.

You've got an organ in that song, that's why it has so much body.

DJ Shadow is the musical equivalent of the stranger who lures you with exotic candy and then brings you back to his house made of more delicious foodstuffs. He then lets you stay, linger a bit...But it is too late. You are ravenously devouring every single part of his household, reducing him to a pauper.

How could you, you awful awful person?

To use a cliched equation, Jared = shithead.

I have noticed that tv has replaced lives in people. That is a low state.

I'm making...connections. I know someone talented who says he's interested in corporate raiders. Much as I loathe the principle of it, cushy corporate job here I come! People want to, voluntarily, do investment banking. Ching Ching! And no they are not hammers going for your scrotum, however badly designed it is.

So gonna buy out Microsoft...using MAGIC.

I have to do UAC prefs. I have no idea. Psych at Syd is ridiculously competitive. 55 honours kids a year. And they accept transfers. Macquarie there's more, but they don't like transfers. Economics, Maths. Lots of maths. Goddamn it, just let me have my cake and eat it.

Ancient History would so cool. Fuck job prospects, my historian hatred of archaelogy will be validated and nurtured. *tear*

I had cake today. It was goooood cake. Muddy and glazy it was, staring deep into the depth of itself, finding only more mud and glaze underneath. It was heartbroken. It then crawled off to reside in the depths of someone else soul, giving joy and deliciousness as it spread.

A mud cake plague would be awesome.

Evo-licious.

Eh, we don't have a TV.

I am off to watch Scrubs and enjoy the last few days of my non-existent freedom. Nighty night.

Women who love pigs should be commended.

I like pigs. Fun to be around. I'm sorry if you see any extended pig references soon.

I've been rolling around in laziness, like a pig may do if it only had mud in order to clean itself, and not say the cleansing essence of a cleaning product. Isn't laziness also a sin?

In gaming hell, you will grow to hate goombas.

I've been playing Super Mario Brothers, and it is fiendishly difficult. Don't let the word super fool you; there is nothing super about having to play the same goddamn level over and over and over until long after the batteries have run out, keeping the console powered purely by the gamers own self-loathing and lack of social life. Satan himself, in all his munificent glory, could not have conjured quite so a difficult yet superficially easy sort of setup. It is my belief that Satan has appropriated this setup, and Hell consists of trying to find your beloved, only to be foiled by cannons. Cannons firing intelligent bullets. And Lakitu is gods second hand man, raining fiery death from above, all the while disguising it as 'eggs', bearing their nutritious load. Which is a lie. A shiny, spiky, baldfaced lie.

'Pig race?'
'Dance marathon.'
'I was close.'

Gripping with both hands, he pushed and pulled until the spiral pathway opened, leading to the downfall of us all.

The weather is changing. It's pleasanter now. It will be conducive to getting up, and hopefully, study. I have done too well in certain things to my liking. It's traitorous.

Sleep is seriously overrated. But only there will the Kings of Tarshish bring gifts. Criminal I tells ya. I like gifts. Especially unbidden ones. I will go now and commiserate, getting some small comfort that chocolate is plentiful, coffee is fairer and whatever happens, people will still yell at each other over something petty.

It kinda makes me very happy

DotA that is.

For Panderia! Where ever that is, and whatever it may contain. Pandas rock.

I gave in to my sinful sinful urge again to play Warcraft III again today, but it was fun and worth it. It was fun being a drunken panda who slung drinks at people. And splitting into elemental and cuter pandas. Wearing robes.

I was a lycanthrope too! Woof woof.

Miaow miaow. Miaow miaow. Miaow miaow you stupid dog!

I did eco work and found my hypothesis is true. I am forever doomed to 18. Whatever will I do.

Whaddya mean, perversion has limits!? That's maybe because you're jealous!

Have to do UAC preferences. I don't know what i'm going to do. I feel that whatever I do will be inadequate, unless I do something hopelessly self-indulgent. Then I will be poor and educated. I can live that. But I fear others cannot. Others more worldly and wanting to play Warcraft. Damn.

I'm atleast coming on friday! I have cake! I heard legals is getting an icecream cake! A GOOD icecream cake. I am off now to sup tea. McTschuss.

Why did you abandon me?

yay for impressionable young minds whom I can fob my propoganda off!

Seriously though, Crosbie is my bitch. Intellectually speaking.

See, I'm sitting here in this cold, cold chair, with my cold cold screen, with my cold cold hands, with only a touch lamp to keep my company.

A TOUCH LAMP. Not even a fucking clapper.

I deserve that clapper damn you! *claps*

I might go study. Or not.

I finished Kirby. Goddamn that game is cute. Kirby has more than one dance! It was a revelation to behold. I am feeling irritable. Like a sea urchin. Or a clam. Night.

The redemption of Hugo Weaving

Atleast that's what I'm bylining Little Fish.

For the uninformed (and the uninitiated...but that comes later), Little Fish is this Australian flick with an awesome cast, and actually seems to be good. If you watched At The Movies today (possibly one of the best At The Movies in a long while) you'll know what I mean. Weaving looks electric; he's got such an intense sort of face. His facial structure is just...gah. I'm adding him to list of cool actors. I don't actually know what that list is, but Depp is on it. He got promoted after the chocolate factory.

This At The Movies was possibly one of the most confrontational I've seen; Mondovino, quaint little documentary about wine and globalisation which I'm really hoping I can see, was fairly hotly debated. David gave it half a star; that's right, half. It went a little like this.

David: I'm giving this half a star.
Margaret: You can't do that!
David: Yes, yes I can. I'm giving this movie half a star.
Margaret: Half a star, that's outrageous! I'm giving it four.

Mondovino even got good press on metacritic, scoring a respectable 67. Ebert liked it.

Crazazy.

I haven't even started on that thing I'm not supposed to tell about, and I have no idea how to. I will grill tomorrow about it. Like George Foreman.

'What would be the first thing you would do if you were ruler of the world?'

'I'd get rid of religion...and maybe underwear.'

Damn it, I was hoping for a slightly less busy week. It's still been busy, but i've had stuff popping up, while I have absolutely no obligation to go to or fulfill, must do so in order to maximise my market opportunities. How the siren song of economics lures me so.

I am off to go to sleep, and maybe the idea for something poignant and relevant will pop into my head to mystify and amaze the reciever. Night.

That's it! You just lost your brain privileges!

So sayeth Plankton.

Damn this forgetful brain of mine! I have all this interesting shit I have to say, but instead end up falling back on bestiality. Not that I'm very well acquainted with the subject, you know, unlike some other people who TOOK THE DAY OFF to experience it.

I have recieved grave and terrifying news about the Artworks. Jared, for all his intense hard work, didn't score first. Not even 2nd. That is genuinely fucked up. A general boycott/protest rally is planned. That would be cool.

If only it were real.

I have effectively finished all my assessments, and am free! I have got War 3 to install (NOT play) and am planning to play something even better and cooler: portability.

DS + random Jap game where funky j-pop combined with absurd situations resulting in a cheerleading team dancing to save the earth from an asteroid = goddamn cool.

We let a cripple be president? A cripple?!

I have lent my Chomsky out to Bussing, and discussed with him the seeming fatalism of politics. Let the indoctrination begin!

Once in office, the president becomes acutely aware he is temporary steward of a permanent position. The 22nd Amendment - passed in the wake of the Depression-ending, World War II-winning nightmare that was the Roosevelt Administration - means the president has no more than eight years, and possibly as little as one month, to put his stamp on the office.

Can you put me on the list (8)

It's bjorke goodness!

Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:

I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

I felt it was my duty to improve the cultural value of you uncultured swine. Though, really, I do not think you are demon-possessed or such. Do be kosher though.

Plus, it's a nice quote.

What you need to give me is much simpler. Organs. Delicious smooth organs. Give them to me.

Please?

I've started school work. It is demonous.

You know, I have had a miraculous/awesome weekend. Also, forward slashes are very in.

Also, anyone who sees this MUST GO TO MACQUARIE OPEN DAY.

Why you ask?

Free Camel Rides! What's that? Free camel rides?! Yes, Free camel rides! Yayyyyy!

Another busy week. I feel bad. I missed SpongeBob, Arrested, even Scrubs. I don't feel that bad, just...I like those shows? I really like those shows? like, really really like?

I'm tired, but I will finish atleast some of this. Night.

That idiot slattern sent the dog?!

See, if Jamie Oliver can make it big by talking like Jamie Oliver, what would it do for someone to talk like Jamie Oliver and not actually be Jamie Oliver? Fame and fortune indeed.

Yes he is a patsy.

I want a scapel for my casual surgery.

Look! It's Kidneyland! And who's that? It's Walt Kidney himself! Yayyyy!

Went and saw artworks. They were cool! Jared's one was used as a demostrator. This is very unfortunate. Now, when I greet Jared in the morning with the usual hearty "You're a no talent hack!!," I will have to remind myself to ignore the notion of hypocrisy. *sigh* Sigh.

In all fairness though, he was the one who did this well.

In respect, however, I will not insult him for all of tomorrow. Atleast, I won't mean it.

All the other artworks were awesome too! Well, not all, but a lot. Who does Oil on Canvas anymore?

I started reading some J.D. Salinger. It's pretty cool. Surprisingly readable, considering when it was written. Or it could be that my imagination starved mind is craving for anything even remotely new, and like a homeless orphan, I am willing to lick the last sheen of literary sugar from the candy wrapper that is a book.

What the hell is wrong with my body!? You'd think the damn thing would learn NOT to sync my REM sleep with my cicadian rhythms, but noooo, it's being retarded. I woke up at the exact middle of my dream of being a koala teddy bear; I was really enjoying it too (there was a doll involved, I don't know why. And NO, not like that.)

Scrubs starts today! Atleast I'll fail the HSC with a good stock of Scrubs quotes. I will have to get Fairy Godparents and awesome writers. I think the latter will be a harder find. Good night.

Cause all we got is (8)

Dead disco! Dead Funk!

Metric is shorter than my eyes show. Awesome though.

I got a haircut today. I learnt two things: 1) Why does every barber have to continually clack with scissors for every moment it's in their hands? Is it a barber college thing? Do they have competitions based on sound, speed, endurance? Why!? 2) Any barber who has his pinky up while doing the former thing is bound to be a polite barber. Watch out for those. Those are the most dangerous kind of barber.

Also, I took the day off to work on my English. I have only two periods! It's not that much of a loss. I go to plenty of business periods.

Enough to OWN YOU!!!

I hate not being the goat!

Everybody loves pie!

Fairly Odd parents continues to amaze, while Spongebob vindicates my belief about pie. Family Guy is good, if a little unpolished.

Being treated to that many good shows and music has put me in an energetic mood. I will perservere to finish this damn thing, and hopefully stay within word limit. Keep looking out for that chocolate.

Consistency: highly overvalued.

I'm listening to ladies sing! Yay metric! yay Eisley!

Now get into my pants.

What is pink and square at the same time?

Patrick Squarepants!

I missed Fairly Odd Parents and Arrested to do my 3u thing, which I...failed to do. I was really inspired and junk yesterday, but now am being sinful. Going back to old addictions. Expensive addictions. Crack-like addictions.

Damn you PvP!

I met someone cool today! Together, we were able to piece together coolness! yayyyyy. But more seriously, I was actually forced to articulate whatever the hell I believe in. It's more and a bit less difficult to talk about. I'm still kinda a retard though, especially when I did all this before...oh well.

I have no idea how I'm going to get motivated to do this work properly. I'll use that old fallback of not doing it. yay.

I'm doing well in most of my trials. Go cramming! Seriously, best study technique EVER. And now, I want school to finish so I can enjoy atleast the illusion that I have some freedom. And to read. That is fun. I am being continually frustrated at that like you not would believe. Well you might. But I don't want you do, and that's important, kapeesh?

Going to try and figure out something to make me do some work. Astrologists predict you will recieve a windfall of chocolate in your immediate future. Watch out for it.

How to be a man, by Patrick

"First, you have to puff out your chest."
*puffs out chest*
"Say tax exemption."
"Tax exemption."
"Now, you have to acquire a taste for freeform jazz."
*sits knowingly while freeform jazz plays in background*

The Clitoris: Natures' Rubik's Cube.

If you are a woman or reading this, stop it.

Feeling good. It's been a nice, nothing/pleasant sort of day, with lots of nice little sentimental presents. Sentimentality should be avoided, but it's tolerable and even appreciable in small doses. So i've had that.

The Chelty art works...Good and not so good. Most agreeable, in any case, if I can be the powerful male that I am claimed to be.

I'm still mystified on how I got full marks for my creative piece. I'm CRAP (or carp, if you prefer. Really quite a delicious fish, if you can ignore the fact that it's not native here and so therefore EVIL) at creative works, they don't turn out well. I employed way too many shitty cliches, the ending was shite, the plot shot, chronology just plain wrong...I just don't know. I'm hanging on to it, cause I did crappy in my analytic piece, which makes sense but still ensues confusion.

Phaedrus has lead me down the devils path. And I like him for it.

Bad habits die harder than good ones.

Is to wrong to like the things you're horrible at? All the things that I like are things that are either a) I'm bad at eg volleyball (hurrah) b) bad for me eg being Anglophilic (boo). Is there something wrong here or is it me?

That latter part was why yesterday I started watching my grandparents soaps (it's in Tamil. Yes, they are as awful ones here, possibly more so...EMOTE YOU STUPID FUCKS. Ahem.) Other languages help you learn a lot more about linguistics is what i've found. I am much deeper in the english language than I thought myself.

I've had a certain someone at school make his overtures to me, which I don't think even he knows what it's about. This has been going on for some time, which doesn't quite sound right when I say it here. Makes it sound a lot more sordid. But it is. Atleast my side of it. I like the attention, all human beings would, but there's more. I don't really repay as well as I should; to paraphrase Petra, he's very much a chimp beating his chest. But he's a very attractive chimp (if insecure). And he knows it. I was too besotted to notice he was plying me, but all that reading of Scott Card made me realise that I should have paid more attention. To explain this in terms of Lila, oozes biological quality, doesn't quite have the intellectual and social quality that I prefer (or rather doesn't have enough of it). But try explaining that to my cells. He admitted (okay not really admit, it came up in conversation) to me today that I make him feel weird, and behave differently when i'm around him...if that isn't a synonym that this boy is in love with me, I don't what is. That's what being in constant stereotype threat does bitch. I've kinda figured out why he respects and likes me; but that's a little ego-boosting and reduces him in my eyes as well. And it's cold comfort to your sexually starved friend here.

Helping Schofield be less annoying, atleast in the school work. I kinda sympathise with the kid a bit more (coincidence that I find him mildly attractive? goddamn it) than before, after seeing what his dad has become (I know that's not really an excuse, but this is Schofield. Impressionable, aight?). If you want to what I mean, type in Peter Schofield in Google and click on the first result. Or here.

I hugged Bob today. Defining moment of day, however short.

I'm off now to watch Arrested, so good night.

Note: I've done some slight editing to this post (though you'd never notice it, unless you're quick enough) to sauce it up a bit. Or to use the British nomenclature, "sex" it up. Also, as part of my smartassiness, I've cleverly hidden a reference to an ethical theory in my post. Can you tell what it is? If you can't, don't worry, it's no big loss.

'The Ugly Barnacle.'

'Once upon a time there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly, everybody died. The end.'

Also, Fairly Odd Parents is a freaking amazing show. Damn it, so underrated.

The local libraries continue to frustrate me! Why you can't just increase my science output by 50% as you're supposed to?

I'm going to go read and sleep!

Madness.

I realise that I'm posting a little too much, and it's draining me, while leaving shitty posts behind. There's a combination of reasons that i'm posting so much, I'm bored here a lot, I've got a renewed interest in this, writing is fun, etc, etc.

Jared, there are people more emo than you. And possibly more intolerant. Okay, in truth, way more intolerant. Jesus. Goddamn scary.

I can't really think of anything more to say that would not be repeating myself, so i'll stop, you go enjoy your day, eat some cake or something as delicious, possibly some love. Or a cake made with love. That would be killer.

Also, you have authorisation to kill me. I presume you have the good judgment to only use when neccessary and even in that case, sparingly.

Is it me, or are Freudian slips much more pronounced on laptops? I've been making like a bajillion since typing on this thing. All innocent of course. Really.

I finished my two Shadow Saga books, and am supremely confused about the sequels. That afterword threw me off. In fact, I will research it now. Bon nuit, Oyasumi nasai, whatever your time zone is.

2, 4, 6, 8, 20! (8)

I've nearly exhausted the Go! Team. Not like that, better than that.

MEAD was tolerable. Older peoples stuff is so much easier to stomach. Unlike FEST. It was bloated like that guy from Meaning of Life.

This weekend looks to be great. I am going to be reading like mad, watch all my favourite shows, and watch my favourite movie.

And school, I swear, I will come to one day. Seriously.

'Well, you have to break somebody's heart. There's just too many things to do today. I'm only human.'
'But why'd you choose to break mine?'
'Well you were the safest choice. You have like three hearts right?'

I also have to prove that Jared is a Jew-hating Commie-Nazi fascist, who also hates women. It will not be hard.

What the hell was that?! My Shift key started making some weird noises. Woah. I'm going to find a horse so that makes more sense.

...A horse named Hidalgo. Night.

Just a quick post

To tell you all you're meatsacks. With brains made of meat! *thumbs up*

In fact make that *two thumbs up*

'Did you know that the human brain is the only computer in the universe made of meat?'

Point out two things wrong with that sentence. Or even better, make up what's wrong with that sentence, and then convince me, or even better, a snow leopard.

I have to go soon, cause Gilmore girls is on! *glee* (Is my gay showing?)

Fukuyama, this is Marx. Watch as he pummels you with a 2-by-4.

A COMMIE 2-by-4!

That is all for my clowning, my preliminary results have been...good, but nyeh. It's kinda weird. I don't even know why you brought it up. God you're such an ass.

Hehe, I would luv being an economist. *crosses fingers and hopes to work for government* Night now, take care.

Take the fucking thing, warts and all.

As I was going to the blogger site to do this post, I was thinking:

'Rishi, why are posting at all? You have nothing to say!'
'I'll do it anyway!'

Started watching Bonus stage...It's random. Like a gamers/referencey/guyish early girly random. Neat. I like it.

And remember, your mythos wants you! (to continue supporting its own cultural structure)

Also remember, in the war of logos and mythos, it's up to you to do the right thing.

'How do you survive in this wackaday world?'
'Wackaday? That's stupid. I profit off the stupidity of others.'
*shocked* 'How do you live at night?'
'Quite easily. Opportunism fits in with both sustainable ecology and sociobiological precepts. The hyenas do it well.'
'Yeah, but they laugh retarded. You wanna do that too?'
'If it's profitable yeah.' *laughs retardly*

I gave up on that non-reading thing I was doing this year...but I'm only pursuing loose ends, and those are fanstasmic. Decided this, on the stupidity of others. Not really stupidity, just uncaring...That's worse really.

Though that's probably laying it on a little too thickly, and a little too mean. Just something about not reading Zen again, when I started reading it again, less than 3 days after finishing it...I've nearly finished again too.

I have to watch Barb. Invasions.I miss that movie.

I've become such a...cultural deconstructer-type person. Like one of them mechano cranes, but with culture crap. Especially media. Reading about Chomsky (You've made it when you get an Introducing book on you) also sorta did this I guess, though really the book was more on linguistic theory than his politico crap. Linguistics is odd, and challenging. Again with the metastuff.

The one thing I wish not to be is uncaring. If that happens...It WILL be the end of the world.

Just one more...

One to go! An evil, turgid one...

McUgh. 3u english. Creative my ass. More like soul-destroying.

It sucks eggs too.

Looked through the entire UAC guide. Wasn't useful, but it was nice to do in the sun. Now, in an unrelated and quite very well possible postmodern way, I am typing with one hand. Gooooo me.

Shooting fish in a barrel: only meaningful if the world is your barrel. Make it so that is. Then fish for fish, makes more sense than shooting them...Wait, who the hell does that anyway? Shooting fish? WT?

I'm going now.

Sick of it.

Grrrr. Trials. Grrr. The time off is nice though. Grr. Still, two damn exams, that i'm not sure of. Gr. And that frigging english exam. G.

I'm cold and studious, yet nowhere near as studious as I should be. Fuck that. I barely listen to music now, it is a weird thing. And did I mention that Junichiro Koizumi is like, the COOLEST statesman evah?

For starters, you can get a weekly bulletin that gives you account of his daily life. Best PR move ever.

Has three sons, one of whom he doesn't acknowledge. Who says chivalry doesn't exist?

He's got a CD recording of his favourite Elvis songs. And he sang I want you, I need you, I love you.

And this is what I would vote him for, if I could and if the day wasn't too cold, and I didn't have a "thing" on:

[talking about an offensive on street crime]

"It is like in the arcade game Whack-A-Mole. Even if you whack one mole that pops out, another will immediately appear out of a neighbouring hole. I, however, would disagree. If we work together and continue to whack the moles all over Japan, we can make strides in building communities in which the elderly and young alike can live safely and happily."

P.S. His hairstyle is known as the "Beethoven". Atleast that's what his barber calls it.

I don't blog often enough. There are lots of reasons for this.

Anyway, back to the grind.

'You mean i'm a billionare, AND a millionare?!'

'That is freaking awesome!'

Go Brak Go. I love that show.

GAH! Staying at other people's houses can be dangerous to your results...Damn you tv channels that contain the shows that I either absolutely adore or have fond memories of.

MiB will take care of it. That show is the greatest. It has NO DIALOGUE.

Okay, it does, but nothing substantive. Fuckin' awesome.

Antonymically speaking, Gilmore girls is back! with new season! *twelve-year old giggle...obviously, twelve-year old with lotsa patience, and the ability to decipher the layers of refernces in the show.*

'And that one time, when I snuck into Wimbledon'

See, I figure if you're going to record something like this (even if it is on something as ephemeral as digital data, on the internets...but that can be said of all mediums I guess.) You havta write everything with an eye for posterity. Otherwise, it don't make no sense, savvy?

I finished Zen. I 'll re-read it after trials, research it, and i'll have to start cross referencing and such. Fun. That is a body of work which will consume me. Like a jelly donut. Or some other kind of baked confection. It'll be sweet though!

That's the other thing, i'm gonna watch Barb. Invasions again after trials too. Mmm, sexy French dialogue...

'This is Spongebob Dodocahedronpants. Study the pants. Are they square? NO, they are dodecahedral! This is NOT Spongebob Squarepants!'

'It pays to know your pants!!!'

Anyway, that is all the ramblings from the diseased mind of mine. The blood tests will be back soon, and hopefully, it will not be syphillis. It will something either more sinister or awesome. Tschuss tschuss. (I know i'm missing the umlaut, I don't care.)

Mission: Payback

Attempt 01 (if this has to go into actual double digits, I swear...)

Mission Objectives:

[This information is classified]

Mission Status:

Incomplete

Results:

Pathetic HI-larious Complete failure. Insufficient reconnaisance coupled with a lack of verified intelligence lead to the failure of this mission. Further complications in the form of [classified] created difficulties combined with a loss of morale.

Debriefing:

Due to the failure of this mission, mission plans have to been modified to be tactically faster. Increased recon will also be a priority. Unfortunately, target will not be in position until Friday 12th at 0900 hours. Reconvene at that time and execute mission. Command out.

When i'm feeling lazy (8)

That irritation (anger really) at having to sit exams again? Came a coupla days before. Now it's replaced by the Fn Key. You know who you are bitch. Although it actually does shit (otherwise, you know, functions).

I have moved! (temporarily) Free from the shackles of parental control! (temporarily) Into the culture gap I go! (temporarily) Hours of my life spent and wasted studying! (Nope. Nothing.)

I have my Zen, and I am zipping through it like nothing else. Freud was a fucked fucked up man. Atleast, that's what he looks like.

Butter-menthol. My favourite type of menthol.

Does SQUAT, damn it. I still cough. My cough gets compared to a smokers cough. Or a dog coughing. Either way, not cool. I need to tap into the pool of Christians who are willing and able to buy shit (demand). I mean, if you can sell Jesus-scented soap, you can sell ANYTHING. I'm gonna make Bible Juice. Not sure out of what yet.

I'll end this here. It is a suitable length. I'm looking at you, Da Vinci Code. Although admittedly, nifty person, that Da Vinci. He's so a mafia dude. Bye now.

Trials are drawing near...

Trial by fire that is! *branding commences*

Alas, no not really...although...No, no. It ain't happening. These are trials of 'intellect', whatever the hell that may be. No fun at all. Mine eyes have developed a natural glaze over them, and will be soon be ready to roast. It may be sweet, like a honey glaze, or it may end up being bitter and poisonous, like a nightshade glaze. Only time (and results) will tell.

On second thought, the latter isn't really a proper glaze. It's more of a basting thing.

See, I don't like mixed nuts. It doesn't really work. All those brazils and hazels clashing with the other more, 'normal' nuts...I don't like it. They should be segregated.

Oooh, was that a veiled racial comment? A Freudian homosexual thing? Or a general discourse on the mixing of nuts twixt the fairer species? It is up to your subjective readings to find out.

Wait, I had more to say on the mixed nuts business. Mixed nuts provide an excellent example of natural selection. It's often the larger and more unusual nuts (i'm looking at you, hazels and brazils) that get picked out and eaten, while the other nuts are free to thrive and prosper.

More dodgy propoganda. Are cashews, almonds and peanuts the super-race!?

Evolution can make people do some hilarious things. For example, were you aware that in the Old Soviet Union, they banned the teaching of evolution because only economic conditions shapes human behaviour?

Marx would have been proud. *wipes tear*

Interpole! was goddamn awesome. Though reading about some people makes me think I am not as committed as I could be. I could renouce all other music in a pseudo-Buddhist manner and commit myself to Interpol...

...Or not. They are awesome though. I'll commit...my first kidnapped child to them. Wonder if they'll like it.

*sigh* I am off now, to act melodramatically and try and do some work before I must commit myself to sleep and failing. Night.

'Um also, I think your head is, like, your pelvis.'

'Ha ha, very funny. Look, here comes your girlfriend.'
'You shut up pelvis head.'

My house life is getting to the stage that I would trade my house for a buttery puff pastry. Which I bought today. It was delicious.

CLOUSEAU, bitches!

Tension is the source of all life. But where does this tension come from, and what creates it?

In a very interesting and obvious parallel, most humour also comes from tension. So therefore humour is the greatest experience of life possible.

And into an awkward segue.

I really like Star Trek. It has so many things going for it...The focus on stories rather than sci-fi, the ridiculous imaginings of several of the stories, the contrived episode names ("As Loud as a Whisper"? What??)....I think the most hilarious part is how they portray every single goddamn trait of circa 20th Century and before as 'quaint' or 'wonderfully amusing'. They'll make some inane reference to a social more, and then explain it as a Hi-liarious throwback to the previous eras.

Star Trek is the best.

NB: When I say Star Trek, I tend to rather strictly mean TNG (If you didn't know this means The Next Generation...God, go watch TNG.) I have seen others, but TNG, you know, is GOOD. Everything else...too flaky, too one-sidedly gimmicky. I'm looking at you, Janeway (she's in Voyager).

Something or some one fucked up. God, Allah, PepsiCo, Christ, Evolution, friggin even Buddha, somebody, somewhere fucked up and produced humanity.

"Unfortunately, evolution didn't design us to be perfect. It only designed us to always want more."

And equipped us to the teeth it seems.

That is all for my sermon tonight, I'm going to try and get some sleep, Interpol is today! YAY. Screw trials. Night!

The weak cannot forgive. Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong.

You better be hella strong today to survive in this world.

I've been feeling sick, and 'orrible. My collection of books is growing way too much, that bookstore will bankrupt me. Atleast i'll die well read.

Goddamn it! BECK, GIRL, AGAIN!. Not that I mind. I'm all for the self-promotion yo.

The idea of shame is a distinctly Victorian-era theme. Originating over the misplaced value of social order over intelligence. Has had unfortunately unpleasant effects throughout the world. See Colonialism, et al.

NB: Please forgive me.

Remember, less is more. Globalisation is often at odds with the ideas of ecologically sustainable living. Traditional logic systems are self-contradictory and inadequate.

P.S: Don't rip off what is a cool idea for a site and make an inadequate song about it. I'm looking at you, All American Rejects. I feel like staying up till 5 as to watch the videos for a) Neighbourhood #3(Power out) and b) Bottle Rocket. But I will not.

I also need to engage in some creative works soon...Good thing i'm getting Freud into my house to help. Now I just need Nietzsche and I am set. OM(dead)G I spelt Nietzsche right on my first go. I need him in my house too. Without the syphilis. Go to sleep, NOW. All of you. I don't care what time it is. Just do it.

I'm not a bad person, really

But that's for France to decide.

Today has shown me the vast swathes of knowledge that I am lacking in this preparation for exams. Shit.

But on the upside, I studied. But not enough. Shit.

Only have few days to intensely cram study, and fix patterns, and not really helping my case am I?

I consumed god-awful ginger beer today. Uuuuunnnpleasant.

Hah, nuns. Those sado-masochists of the penguin world.

Books! yay books! I go browsing in book stores way too much, even though, I a) come back unsatisfied and b) Ebay is here. Oh weeeel, it's great. I have nothing else to say. That is it, nothing else at all. Night.

And that was when I realised...

I was eating condiment.

NB: See homemade Sweet Chilli Philly for more details.

Hola amigos/proletariats/former wage slaves! Why yes, it has a been a while since I have communicated in a non-smoke signal sort of way, and it feels good to get back to my binary roots.

In what may or may not cost me my very ability to form word associations, I present to you:

(the square root of) 1011101101101111010110110101101111100011011010101011

In terms of holidays, fairly bad. Abysmal even. But that is okay, as I have been gambling my future on increasing my proficiency dealing with (semi)illegal matters. But that's for the courts to decide. Also gaming. Le fun. Oh Fishhead, how I...am creeped out by thee.

I have had a total of one(1) study days. W00t!

Funny how in the week that I have decided to study decides to be a) Stupidly, stupidly DARK and COLD b) slightly more socially active.

Wait that's not funny.

I gots the internets yesterday! Now maybe I can hope to win an election. Also, in my searching of the internets to satisfy my staggering array of sexual fetish, I came upon a site devoted entirely to torrents of...Chomsky. It was truly surreal.

Oh god. He's old. Note to self: Never pair the phrase sexual fetish with Chomsky.

I'm off to further propogate...ewww, reproduction. Adios muchachos.

*Technical Difficulties*

*adorable picture of cat pulling out plug*

*Please stand by*

It was the worst of times, it was the best of times

Bahahhahaha....Get your war on was actually funny.

"We interrupt this (awesome) cartoon for a Technical question:Why is it that our allies in Central Asian republics look TOTALLY FIENDISH when I convert their photos to black and white? Is Adobe Acrobat actually a BETTER JUDGE OF CHARACTER than President Bush?"

Umm, something about postmodernism and hyperspecialistation, etc, etc. Tired and cranky, I missed Glass House.

I have to buy a calculator. Hurrah. I am a bad person.

Rome is seriously the most awesome place ever. Crassus being so freakin' wealthy, Pompey being so freakin' gutsy (and law-breaking...and he serves(d) under the guy WHO MADE THE GODDAMN LAWS), Caesar being so freakin' militaristic (and lucky), Cicero being so freakin' conceited and generally awesome...The list goes on. The entire civil wars were dominated by pure human selfishness, nothing noble at all was going on. It's so cool.

The Histories in the HSC are so much fun! I cannae believe how awesome they are. Crazazy. I will sleep. Tschuss.

Baby you can drive my car (8)

Ah chaffeurs...Now I need a car.

Have not blogged in a while. I am lazy and unwillpowered. Buffy is funny/sexually wanting. She is such a sinner. Atleast I'm not a heathen.

I will work now.

Now, this, this is a goal.

Laika, a dog and a lake.

There may be a story there.

After watching the video for Laika on Rage (yay woo...I'm sick of praising them) I just realised how much good Funeral really is. And how much I like it. It's probably going to get slotted into one of my top ten albums. But i'm sure that Radiohead will come along and amaze me further.

I really should be sleeping rather than watching Rage. Or I should atleast finish watching Angels in America. Tony Kushner is so witty.

Hi-liarity, I tells ya

Note the lack of punctuation. It feels weird, don't it?

Anyway, things I learnt in Ancient: Cuncktator means delay in Latin.

I'm sick of your Cuncktatoring ways! That's it, i'm leaving. Bye bye.

Ooh also, I am ultra-cool, cause I played no Canasta today. Go me! I came V. close though. Scary very much so.

What time is it?

That question is irrelevant. Everybody knows that it's always time for Canasta!

Glee! Fun fun fun.

I haven't blogged. Too...busy. Playing Canasta.

I like Canasta due to the flexibility of it. I'm only up to playing the advanced computer, there's one more level, Hoyle rules, annoying rule changes to go. So cool.

I also like Canasta due to my winning of it! Muhahahahhaha. To date, I have not lost a game on my computer. Best score yet was of 3975 yo. 7 Canastas, 4 natural. I am so awesome.

Now seeking out the 4 player version of the game, I am off.

I also have Angels in America to watch. How I am going to fit in over 5 hours of viewing into my life is a logisitical nightmare I will not face, so no sleep for me.

Sounds like a stereotypical scientist.

My night out had just begin. It was 5:15 p.m. and I was alone with an empty pie wrapper and remonstrations tab. It was the greatest night of my life.

There's an internal error in the previous paragraph. Can you see it?

I got my book today! Glee! Ebay has paid off for me twice! Not once, twice. Been reading about Cultural Studies, which is very related to Pomo studies (both from an external and internal perspective) and also encompasses semiotics, which I need to learn more about. Although I now understand signs and signifier theory a lot better now. Nifty yo.

Which in itself carries cultural baggage. Now, to conclude this topic, I will leave you with a question:

"Science has replaced theology as the main enemy of liberty."

For/against? Provide support with examples taken from your reading, studies, experience, or observations.

You have 30 minutes...and lots more.

And to show the reference which I cleverly referenced, it's this:

"Our night out was over. It was 7:15 p.m. and I was alone with three O'Doul's bottles and a $10.50 tab. It was the greatest night of my life."

Let it be (8)

Bah. I was typing a longish post when my comp decided to die on me. To oversimplify:

• I had a good day. I enjoyed a double strength macchiato at Cafe Insomnia. Nice place.
• Talked to piscourse a lot. Sorry for stealing him, but too awesome and sexy.
• Listened to some Architecture in Helsinki. Go Rage go. Nice, eminently likable.
  
• Don't like Mark. Being annoying. I hate hate.
• New Scientist is weird. On further thought, all British people are weird. See elections, Black books, New Scientist. More is available, i'm sure.
• May have to add Richard Dawkin into god list. He espouses critical thinking. What the hell, who does that these days? Well maybe Chomsky, but he's got a specific agenda behind it...So does Dawkin, sorta, but that I is something I have to wrangle out of him in the next few days.
  
• Spending a lot. Interpol. Enmore. Playing show. Be there.
• I really need to stop watching so many goddamn artsy movies. But my list is not complete, so it will have to continue. And GAH. Barbarian invasions. There are two different versions, and they both have special features which I want to see. Fuck that's annoying, I don't want to buy two different copies. Or I could, and...be prouder that way.
• Finished Bebop! Good show. Part where I felt really sad was when Annie died. That was really depressing. I still can't quite get over it. When other characters die, not so bad, but Annie...*tear*
• My problems are so much easier if I don't focus on them. But the meta...Pomo philsophy is concerned so much with language, and metas of language, but I hate that...yet find it very interesting. I have to finish my set of Introducing stuff.
  
• This is all I can think about right now. Night, sorry if I missed anything mind.
  

Learn methods, not recipes.

I ain't gonna be bothered honouring my parents.

I had a Star Wars weekend. Unintentionally even. Clone Wars was...appealing to fanboys, but it's not a good movie. There is more than one type of wipe, even if that wipe is what makes the whole damn movie. Surprise me damnit. The microserieses (huh?) is inconsequential, but highly entertaining. Reminds me why I fell in love with Tartovsky in the first place.

Ok that was a lie, the serieses have good art direction, his older stuff is more funny and esoteric. Talented he is.

Lacking the will to read books. I have been watching a lot of stuff though. Bebop. Soundtrack. Awesome. Black Books is good solid British humour. Crazazy, but good. Dylan Morgan is understated in it I swear. Funny man.

I don't wanna go back to school. *pouts* I will maximise my abilities in the next week or so before settling for the drudgery. I am a sane person. That is all.

I am a sinful, sinful person

I had only three periods today. One a morning period.

ALL OF THEM IMPORTANT. Gah.

The thing is, I didn't go to them. Me nots cares about cross-country. I didn't even goes up to the yabbage. God i'm lazy.

I watched lots of anime in the form of Berserk and Bebop, and realised that the outtakes of Berserk are not to be missed. At All.

Will had a Radiohead shirt on! W00t. I kicked ass in economics. And yet I suck at maths. Why oh why did I give up my quantitative abilities I don't know. I'll need to work on those hardcore for the rest of the year.

And my LIFE. *poignant music starts*

Read this for a tearful heart-tugger.

When ecology strikes!

Nighty-night...I made mashed taters! Do NOT ask me about them. I feel bad enough as it is. I will divulge later, and a bit more if you're up to it. Now I feel like real proper pyjamas that I neglect to wear and some sort of comforting food. Chocolat. To show off my sweet new ümlaut abilities, Tschüss!

Also, I just watched the C'mere video on Rage. Rage roxors! If you missed it, catch the video on the official Interpol site.

I spent 9 dollars today

or why I like my local merchants.

It goes like this: I return Chicago (Chicagi to those uneducated types) to the video place. By the way, hella cool movie. Rollicking is the best way to describe. Oh that, and um TITILLATING. Sexy yo. Anyway, I return the moofie, and then pick up first two bebop, as I wanna rewatch the series because I feel like i've missed something. Then I find out the Star Wars II that I reserved is available. I then pick up another bebop in order to fully capitalise my card. So now i've got 14 eps of bebop to watch and a 137 min long movie. In addition to like 4 eps of berserk. Outtakes are still funny.

Then I head on over to local sushi place, which I adore absolutely, due to their RANGE of vegetarian sushi. That's right, range. Not one, not two, But SIX. Mmmm, delicious. In addition to which, as I bought one, the cool dude gave me another at half price! Glee! I feasted upon sushi, then returned home.

Ice-skating was fun! I saw Piscourse. And recieved what I thought was an abnormal amount of hugs. But I don't mind, I like hugs.

Teeheehee. Piscourse. Peesh-course.

I also got a haircut. I swear to God my dad is clinically fucking allergic to long hair. He needs to see a hippie damnit.

And i'm talking about the hot girls in Chicago. There were few if any hot guys in it. Also, quite crazazy that all dancing singing and tapdancing was done by all actors themselves. Trippy.

I must go and do laundry. Tschüss!

Whisper words of wisdom (8)

I have Billy Cyrus stuck in my head. What teh? Mothers are unusual like that.

I really feel like whining. But I won't, so i'll go listen to teh Beatles and read up more on scripts.

I watch Three Colours: White. Not as strong a piece as Blue, but a good piece nevertheless. The special features are quite nifty too, the director is crazazy. Perfectionists usually are. I wanna finish the trilogy, apparently all the characters from the three movies come together.

You can tell the whole thing is a huge labour of love project by the director, and it's come out quite well from it. The multiple languages is really quite...odd. The director is Polish, speaks Polish, yet the movies are French, with the White having both Polish and French spoken. Yet only English subtitles. However, the little extra feature, called Cinema Lesson with Krzysztof Kieslowski, has him speaking Polish with French and English subtitlies. Weird.

Goddamnit. Local video store lacks last two dvds of Berserk. Whatever shall I do. Although they look prettier now.

Found the things i'm looking for, exercised a bit and am not sure why i'm staying up. I feel...sick. Oh wells, Superman will save me. Night.

Spree!

Spending, not killing.

Berserk is cool! V. Interesting. Hopefully is more awesome.

Noticing the lack of blogging, I am doing this.

Proof that there really is nothing to do in flyover country.

Some choice bits:

WHEREAS, any members of the House of Representatives or the Senate of the Legislature of the State of Idaho who choose to vote "Nay" on this concurrent resolution are "FREAKIN' IDIOTS!" and run the risk of having the "Worst Day of Their Lives!"

Go Go Idaho!

I have lots of exploiting to do with the moofies. And I most likely will go to Serenades to Psycho.

Family. Annoying. Stressful. Single words are bad sentence structure. Just say no. That is all.

...It's really not that important.

15th April, 2005. Something happened today that may or may not have much significance. It is the job of every human being to find out whether there is such a thing as an act of significance.

I forget to wear my bracelet today.

I'm not sure how to feel; I've been so far removed from my feelings that a) I'm not sure how to feel about this and b) how to feel about the fact that i'm so far removed from my feelings.

Ignoring the sticky icky gooey gooey yummy yummy metaphysics of that, the reason why itself may be something as simple as misplacement. That obviously brings up much larger questions as to whether it was just a habit or true emotional attachment.

I'll just let Schlachthaus fünf deal with it and stick it as a date in the fridge of my mind using Post-its, which I will never recycle due to the gum used in them gumming up the recycling. Granted, I really do need to recycle stuff in my brain, but I shall not. It is an endless sinkhole, constantly pumping out methane and sustaining livestock, producing more methane. I shall suffer enourmous climate change, or I can profit greatly, and keep me warm.

Long live recycling.

It is late, I am tired and I have a very quiet day in front of me. I will grab some sleep and you know, ORGANISE. That is a shameful lie which I will try and realise, just in order to confuse you people. Bye BYe.

P.S. I also just realised why my memory has been so shot recently.

P.P.S This, and the above statement, did not require to be expressed in a postscript and postpostscript, respectively. w00t, go the reference that no one will get right now.

Poison burns merrily

And keeps insects away. And clears noses.

AND KILLS. So keep it away from...nothing at all!

See, this is why Plastic (and men) rock:

" The commissioners of Montgomery County, Indiana, are entertaining the notion of selling off a patch of public property outside the courthouse for the purpose of displaying the Ten Commandments.

Response:
Sweet! Now I can buy a plot for a giant penis!

Would they sell me land that's currently on the courthouse plot, perhaps on the southeast side for a similar monument to ancient religious foundations for our society?

What about for a stunning 25 foot penis with the same foot print as their monument? A detailed and visibly engorged erection, to remind us all of our shared cultural roots in pre-historic fertility cults. Right there on the courthouse property.

No? Than you bible-thumping asshats can't have your monument there, either. "

I am so there.

Good day, even if the moofies were a little dodgy. Heehee, Dutch people. I will be hyper-productive! Will need to watch lotsa stuff this holidays.

I love Diamond. I am forming my various gods, and he is included so far. The list of Gods (who all have specialised roles and goals to play) are as follows: Chomsky, Pirsig, Diamond. Lesser Gods or "demi-gods" would include Klein and Martel. Even Tartovsky makes a cameo. I need more Gods. Not enough of them are sexy enough to procreate and leap out of thighs fully formed.

They're OLD and WRINKLED. Eww.

Creepiest job ever: Making dolls.

HELLA creepy thing that would, God and Science forbidding, never happen to me, yet creeps me out to no end: Ectopic Pregnancies.

I'm not a woman and all, despite popular and Min-taec belief, but that shit really creeps me out. Pregnancy on its own is disproportionately mentally disturbing as it is; all those icky (and nutritious) fluids. And the children, oh God, the children. They COME OUT OF YOU. There was a goddamn LIVING THING living inside of you for 9 friggin months. Ewwwww, I prefer to think of it of a form of misdiagnosed obesity.

But it's ectopic!? What, in addition to the fact that there's essential a PARASITE sitting inside of you, it's not where it's meant to be?! What the hell?! I don't think a parasite should exist anywhere inside the body, cause you know, most medical fields say so (Cept for leeches. Good old leeches.).

Yeech. *rant over*

Vaguely depressed about where my life is going. Remember kids, excessive masturbation hurts AND drains you of required body fluids. I think I know perfectly well who i'm talking to, mister hand. I don't need any backtalk from you. Or backhand for that matter.

Why I oughta. Peace out folks.

I have WarCrack.

Really I do. I'm scared.

My books roxors:

"In general, the Romans were indifferent to racial and religious differences, despite having a certain distate for unwashed, drunken Germans."

That's really all what I wanted to blog about. Carry on.

I had a massively fun day today! Despite myself, I enjoyed today immensely. Really weird. Everything was goodzors. I still haven't got that picture. Grrr, I am an angry dog. An ANGRY dog.

But, I am an ANGRY dog who was able to watch Glasshouse. Yay for me. Holidays are here, and I am looking forward to them and altering my state of consciousness, if there is such a thing. I have started reading GG&S (I shall laugh off the urge to say Jared's book, as we all know he is severely illiterate and can only communicate in sign and feeling), which is a hella cool book. World history is indeed like an onion.

Hope you're having fun. I will catch you later.

No really. I mean that. I have a net. *hunting music begins*

Tis nearly over

And people are abandoning me in droves. Like sheep or cattle.

iduck!

Exams are nearly over...Yay. I only have maths left, which I feel I will fail horribly, just due to it being maths and all. I do however have two books to read, which I will do so avidly.

Carthago Delenda est!

That's a little war chant there for all you Cato the Elders out there.

I don't have anything planned for the holidays, but the backlog of Whose line and Anime will make up for it splendidly. I have wasted far too much today. Not good.

Umm, havta study, read some more...And stuff. Tschuss.

Are we even talking about the same thing?

Talking past each other.

I'm getting complimented. Like seriously. Actual, real compliments. THAT IS FUCKED UP.

It's gotta stop. SERIOUSLY. It hasn't even been the chance crap either. I've had 2. That's right, TWO. From TWO different people. Not cool.

This is a goddamn time bomb.

Also, one thing you can't really do half-assed: bomb defusing.

My predictions are coming true, which freaks me out in an eerie, and what seems to be a discomforting manner. I am up late at night fulfilling unspoken and unwritten contractual obligations to that party of people known as friends. And no, this does not involve the maths that i'm going to do. That is different.

YAB was fun! in a generic sort of way. I'm happy, almost, if it weren't for those hidden prejudices and revulsions which I haven't been able to quash or rationalise away in a smoky puff of logic. Or faux-logic, as it stands.

Henson today! last day of exhibition. Gmail is hella cool. Google radiates Quality like nothing else, not even a radiator. That radiator has gotta a loooong way before providing me with awesomely large amounts of email storage.

I like Quality :)

Aside from that, provide me with Quality, and that is all I shall require. I bid thee Good Night.

Homeland Security is everybody's job!

I love spam. They think i'm Christian, no foolin'. Offered to hook me up with other Christian people of loose morals and questionable nature.

Lazy, lazy, almost contemptible day today. For no/some reason, I have gone forward into this long weekend really expecting myself to enjoy it. No reason why, just a feeling I will really enjoy it, despite the studying required. So far...nothing much. Enjoyment there though.

Plans should be devised for the holidays. I really need to do...something.

Note: I'm revising possible phrases for my obit. This could keep me busy. So far, 'I got nothing' is the leading contender. Speaks for itself.

Anyway, problems about sense data and metaphysical ramifications aside, have a lazy, or conversly, ridiculous over packed day. Au revoir.

I scammed New Scientist!

Bahahahaha....It's a short story. And very cute. And very simple. Teheeheeheee.

I've developed RSI! That is to say, exams have started. Had two quite heavy exams today, being Business and Ancient. Am a little concerned for Business, as I did not go as well I had hoped, but it did increase my severe hatred for the subject and teaching of it. Intrinsically evil, almost.

Ancient, however, was quite fun! The Peloponnesian War is actually quite a fun topic, and I get to discuss it up with cool people. The exam itself was easy/broad, meaning I did not finish, but wrote a lot and hurt my hand. Hurray for good topics.

I will have to visit Bob-san soon in order to both deliver the Noir and make apologies for the lateness.

TO THE EXTREME

English morrow, to which I am relatively completely unprepared, yet have enough information to swamp me over and drown me forever in cwap. I still have heaps of time, so I guess I can do ze work.

It's interesting/depressing how the essay question in Ancient was actual literary criticism, versus the shite that we get taught as literary criticism in English. Mind you, literary criticism has it's own problems (and merits, to be fair), yet what we get taught is absolute tripe. Sickening, I swear.

*sigh* Standardised teaching, again bearing down and destroying the vestiges of the human mind. Go Chomsky go.

To conclude:

Run rabbit, run rabbit
Run, run, run,
Don't let the farmer have his fun, fun, fun
He'll get by without his rabbit pie,
Run rabbit, run rabbit
Run, run, run.

And there ends the little ditty. *nighttime and sleep*

Ah! Big Scary Exams!

Tis true, flee for your lives!

Exams start tomorrow! I am...woefully confused/underprepared. Study is a fickle bitch; even more so when you have to study for two completely unrelated subjects. But after that, stuff calms down a little bit...

Or DOES IT?

It don't. English the next day, where I am horribly flooded with info. Stressing. Woah, I just thought of an analogy comparing my half yearlys to a cyclone!

It goes like this:

The first onslaught is the three big exams quickly; this is the beginning of the storm. It is also the most destructive. Then, afterwards, you have the eye of the storm i.e. 4 day weekend. And then suddenly, you have the rest of the storm in the form of three other exams! And then storm goes away, revealing clear, sunny, holidays. Woo.

I am a literary madman. Or executioner, if the hood fits.

*insert 'urban' joke here*

Need more study! Am off, after a sort of inconsequential long weekend. It was a little packed for my tastes, what with exams and all. C'est la vie little ducklings.

The more original a discovery, the more obvious it seems afterward.

I have not blogged in a while! I wonder why...

In a rut. A deep one. One that seems to be filled with water. It is wet and my clothes stick to my skin. Uncomfortable and downright annoying. Figured out a way to climb out of it, a obvious one at that, only to forget it later. Damn, nirvana shall be attainable later I guess.

After all, lightning strikes the same place twice right?

Having a good time, which may be to the detriment of Quality. Answer lies with the Quality, that is to say, me. Semantics aside, bonne nuit.

Cool things to be noticed by: 1

For example, when A&L Daily decides to change the date on the 15th of March to the Ides of March.

Odd things: Disregarding the general institutional EVIL existing today, why the hell is Wolfowitz being nominated for the head of The World Bank?

Bad things: They fucking got into the Artic Wildlife Refuge. Goddamn it. Grrrr *very annoyed* I'll kill a small child to alleviate the pain...or heighten it! *climax music*

It's hilarious to watch small children. They can be overpowered so easily, and pleased so easily. That's right, you WILL tie your shoelaces.

Someone from our school is doing stand-up on National TV! :O That is actually quite cool...and he had two of my badges! Well, now one badge, but still good. YAY!

is the name of the badge that he has.

I have work to do...Life is tiring and leaves unpleasant aftertastes, despite the heavy consumption of chocolate. Is it time for Coffee? Let's hope it isn't....it probably will come to it though :( I shall, albeit missing a pancreas or liver. Tschuss.

That's exactly the type of wooly-headed liberal thinking that gets you eaten.

I've almost watched the first season of Buffy! *gasp* I am le committed.

And Kasporov quitted! Quitter. He's now going against Putin. Expect the book to come out sometime soon. In addition, he is CRAZY.

"In his chess career, Kasparov never shied away from political battles, going back even to before he became world champion by defeating the Soviet establishment favorite, Anatoly Karpov, in Moscow in 1985.

In 1984, the rivals' first world championship match, also in Moscow, broke up in controversy after five months when Florencio Campomanes, president of the international chess federation, FIDE, stopped the match after 48 games when the score stood at 5-3 to Karpov, citing concerns for the players' health.

Karpov had led the match 5-0, but after a long series of draws, Kasparov had won two games in a row, prompting speculation that Karpov was on the verge of physical and mental collapse."

Crazazy, I tells ya.

I should do my essay...I will be sorta busy this week. Going to theatre wednesday! Yay. Should be good good. I want to blog, but TIME. I'm going to fail, and not a have a good record of it. It'll be...worthwhile. I'm getting forgetful too. It's worrying, but something not to be concerned about. For now atleast. There are worse concerns such as the not sleeping and lack of nutrition thing.

But those things all require thought and time, of which I am very reluctant to sacrifice. Oh well, I can deal with it later. Tschuss tschuss.

In addition to being elitist,

The Guardian is also funny!

Sigh, if only rape was a normal reproductive strategy in humans...

And no, necrophilia will never be normal. Ever. That's right, i'm talking to you.

Damn necrophiliacs...

I'll go around confusing people and trying to get some zzzzz's. And trying to win rabbits of course. And Interpol hates us. Correction, hates me. *sob* Nighty-night.

It was a garden with principle.

See, socialism and basketball do mix.

Lost respect for people today...I find it hard to believe that there are people who are more annoying than me. How do they do it, I do not know...I must get their valuable and juicy secrets. They seem very much like mangoes, yet I respect mangoes quite a bit...Very sensible fruits they are.

I am sick! It is frustrating. I lack contractions. G'night all.

Crazazy

or business geniuses?

Chomsky would love this.

Damn that's good business practice. Haven't seen stuff like this since the day of Ford and such. So much more elegant and insidious too.

Join us this Sunday as we delve into the sticky politics of sperm donation

Damn the ABC to its government funded hell!

Although it has thought me certain very valuable things concerning my penis:

I will never ever urinate in the Amazon River. If you do, expect to be assaulted by parasite fish who will swim up your penis and plant barbs. Here, it will puncture your skin and feast upon your blood. I kid you not, parasite fish. Big parasite fish too...they got one from a guy which was 13 cms long.

If there was ever a reason for men NOT to despoil the earth, this is one. Mother Nature sure has ways of keeping the human population in abject fear...atleast the males.

Curse this week of assessments.

I have finished watching second season of Family Guy. Hurrah for funnyness! It is quite good, and have almost finished first season of Mahoromatic...however, that is nowhere near as impressive as it is 12 eps long :P

Being cool tires you out. Supergenius out.

I'm going too. Damn mimes and their glass cubes.

Satellite poem

Woo.

Had an assessment! It was mucho scary, as assessments should be. Let's not talk about the selling-out, nor the innate frustration involved. *sigh* Unpleasant.

However, I have been reading about Godel! There's an umlaut there, as well, but I lack the prerequisite knowledge to insert it. He is a super-genius! Guess that happens when you have Einstein as your BEST FRIEND.

I don't have Einstein as a friend :(

Also been thinking about Quality, and its relevance to a postmodern mindset...It's really quite nifty. The whole idea of transcending postmodernism through the art thingy corresponds very well with Quality, which pleases me greatly. Hurrah for smart people.

Am watching Mahoromatic! It's...umm, iffy. Good, but iffy. Noir will have to wait, as I don't like watching two series at once, and Mahoromatic is the much more inviting one. I still have Family Guy to get through as well.

And i'm meant to be studying! Damn business to its profitable Hell.

Puppies are adorable. Bye bye!

Posting

Have not posted in a while! it's because of my addiction to meaningless things that so consume my life. *cough* Theme Hospital *cough*

Maybe I should go get that cough checked out...at my awesome hospital!

Had a really, really, REALLY nice day/night/morning after. Went to a decent little dinner, and then watched moofies. But not BAD movies. In fact, GREAT™ movies were watched. One rather vague, yet...goodish and another awesome movie. Then some sleep, then table tennis and yay for Mario Tennis!

Great great night. Everything was great. Atmosphere, movies, people, animals, WoW...It's good, having one of these cool get together nights in a while after so long.

Sorry I left early, but we both need to study...even if none of us actually do so. I don't really care what people are going to do after HSC, but atleast I can be safe in the fact that I didn't directly contribute to the failure of someone I know.

Tropfest! Woo! It should roxors, if you play the cards right.

"There's always money in the banana stand!"

Yours truly,
Princess

With strings that tie to you (8)

Though i'm in a completely different mood then what the title suggests (I'm actually listening to Franz Ferdinand), felt I should write something up about myself, as evidently I don't do quite enough of that already. Meh, this may come in handy a couple of years from now as sensational material to sell to some poor sap.

Ah yes, Piscourse. Possibly one of the most quixotic friendship/relationship i've ever experienced(I do believe the superlative is appropriate here, unless you can see into the future. If so, call me.) Yes, past events leading to current friendships is odd enough, but this...this is ODD. Very, very confusing. I like him as a friend; that isn't in dispute. We get along each other ridiculously well. Hell, i've even been able to get emotional with him; a little bit of understanding here, a little bit of probing there, and swish, he's mine.

But there's the rub; Do I really want him just a friend, or something different? (I refrain from using the traditional 'more', as that would be placing undue credit.) I mean, I would say that I like him, and even love the boy, in the true meaning of the word; but do I? The very facts seem to say no: a) I treat him like so much property, granted property that I absolutely adore and look after with great detail, but property, MY property, nevertheless, and the fact b) I treat him with so much respect as to call him a boy. Aside from the obvious Freudian(not to mention the paedophilic ones) implications, does it truly mean I respect him? Do I even think he's worth that much? But again, this probably does probe the deeper questions of my own thoughts on the whole murky business of relationships in general.

To be truthful, I do find him moderately attractive; he has those pretty blue eyes, that tousled hair and that goddamn sexy body, which looks even better glistening. But...Sex? Really, SEX? That just seems off...something instinctively and intuitively incorrect about it. It's the whole I find him sexy, but wouldn't want to have sex with him thing (Doesn't that fly in the face of ladder theory?) But, touch, yes. Oh my yes. Again, why? Comfort, deeper attachment, pleasure? But the latter lead back to sex, so at an impasse again.

Developing schizophrenic views towards everything probably isn't such a good idea. Fun, though. I don't know where this fits n the general psychological views of things

All this 'soul-searching' has really only lead me onto a few things: You have too much energy, both psychic and physical to waste on trivialities such as these; You REALLY should be doing schoolwork; and that intuition may be more important that what you estimated...though what i'm doing now makes perfect sense, rationally.

And the wonderful part of this is that I haven't even tried the Quality approach yet. Haven't expanded that far yet. Will set as goal. Night.

There has to be better reasons for failing

than goddamn reality TV. It's a new low when even the reality bits seem scripted. They could atleast get better actors. Crass greed wins again. Joy.

I hate hate HATE low-Quality products. It's even worse when the veneer of style is applied. Note that the style can be an intellectual one as well.

BEGIN

Actually, there's an very interesting history behind the history of the word crass. It originates from a Roman, Marcus Crassus. The crass Mr. Crassus, to borrow from National Geographic, was just that. In addition to being a wealthy patrician, he had some more questionable habits. One of his favourite schemes, for example, was his horse-drawn fire 'engine'. Whenever a fire broke out in Rome (quite often, considering the construction of plebian insulae at the time) he would send out his water cart. When it arrived at its intended destination, he would begin negotiation about the price of his service. His negotiations would be drawn out enough and high enough that the hapless owner, watching his house go down in flames, would agree to any price. This usually meant that the owner ended up paying Crassus rent for the rest of his life.

Now that you mention it, Crassus had a fairly interesting life. Wanting political favour, he once threw a week-long feast, consisting of ten thousand tables, and merited out corn for the next three months. Eventually, he did become part of the triumvirate, sitting with our ever-favourite Julius Caesar and Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus, also known as Pompey (intense rival of Caesar, by the way).

Now, Caesar, knowing that Crassus would be a liability to him, sent him off to battle the Parthians, a constant source of friction for the Romans. Crassus arrived, and Crassus lost. He was killed in the battle, and rumour has it that after the battle the Parthians, meeting the man who was always after gold, poured gold down his throat so that his thirst for gold be atleast quenched in death.

FIN

I'm listening to Medulla a lot! It is a super great album. I loves it very much I do, much like its creator.

So why the hell is there a cat in Triumph of the Heart? It's a goddamn cat, I swear. Cute, in a way, but still, a cat can get a piece in good music than say, anyone I know.

BAHAHAHAHAH Disney movies. *wipes tear* So so cheesy, you could almost eat it and fall sick. Silencio!

Anyway, now that this tirade is over and I am ever so closer to failing, Tschuss all!

I am a god

for I made it to a morning class. 1 out of 6 ain't bad.

Had...a VERY interesting day. That pool trip meant a lot to me, yet it didn't turn anything like I thought...Good, in a way. Not that that sentence meant anything...eh, I'll live.

I really should pay Min-taec back.

I have lots of stuff to do! Just stuff! Crazy I say. Strangely uplifting, odd and foreign. Useful, in a another way.

I finished GARP! Another reason why I am a god. E-pro is on again! w00t! Go rage go.

I need to break it off with Piscourse! This relationship isn't good for both of us. I just need to find the gentle way to drop me off. Damn that'll be hard, he's such an emo fuck. Gah, people people, always such a problem.

Tschuss all my cool friends ^^

So...failed anything recently?

I've been watching Family Guy! I hate having conflicting priorities. Trigun or Family Guy or Noir or R.O.D. TV or WLIIA. So many choices. *sigh*

But yeah, i've been watching a heck of a lot of Family Guy, as I have the first season in my harpy-like possession. At DVD quality of course, as it's on DVD. I have watched through about 8 or 9 eps, and hopefully will finish it tonight. And Trigun as well.

Trigun is super-addictive! Watch it all!

Heading for the hills

Cause we all know why.

My eyes decided to protest and revolt again, and chose the past couple of days to do so. Seeing a freaky white outgrowth on the inside of your eyelid is quite an occurence. Anyway, that saga is over, and we can get back to the ruthless oppression of the eyes that the bourgeoise scum practise so well.

I have decided not to sleep for the next few days, as to faciliate a few things:

1) The watching of anime, primarily the finishing of Trigun. At DVD quality. Vash is so cute. Won't even mention kuro-neko sama. Although there is this one episode which I have sneaking suspicions about...

2) The finishing of books, mainly Garp. It sounds much too like carp, which is a tropical fish and considered exotic in Australia. It must be stressed that it is quite delicious. To be truthful, this goal is probably more important than the above one, but it is obviously the more difficult one.

3) The control of excesses that the trappings of flesh can do to you. This has been a grievous, grievous matter for several weeks, which requires the intense application of lack of sleep and pie. Emphasise the pie.

The recent lack of blogging, as noted by NONE of you, has been caused by technical problems (as the lacking of g) leading to greater technical problems (as the lacking of the ENTIRE FREAKING ALPHABET...and several other related symbols. Thank god hieroglyphs still work.)

I have a new comp! Whee! Imma gonna fail everything. Oh well, Vash will soothe me...on those long, cold, lonely nights. Mmmm, scars.

Anyone, to cap this, funny line from Trigun:

"I've never seen anyone kick so much ass in my life."

Ultimatum

As of the of this posting, time is running out for you people to suggest new music to me. From midnight Sunday, I will no longer be accepting new suggestions or new music for a looooong time, to be decided by me. Therefore, you have till Sunday to either suggest me new music or give me music in order to give you some fair warning of the callousness that will come soon.

I'm giving you leeway in that you don't have to actually give me the music in any form (though if you really want, you can). You can suggest me music or give me lists of music. Suggestions can be posted here, given to me on paper, emailed to me or if you live in Peru or Tasmania, snail mail (But all submissions MUST be recieved by the sunday mentioned).

That aside, proof that computer nerds are cool:

Remember when your mother used to tell you not to watch TV during a thunderstorm? She had it right (well mostly). You should not be using your computer if lightning is striking anywhere close to you, and for its safety, unplug the modem from the phone jack. Go watch TV instead, TVs are easier to replace. Actually, go outside and watch the thunderstorm; thunderstorms are cool.

And found on Slashdot:

What the scientists have in their briefcases is terrifying. -- Nikita Khruschev

Never kill a boy on the first date

Sagely advice indeed.

I am staying up because I slept in and have a long weekend in front of me. Hurrah for me.

Just finished watching Outfoxed, and it turned out to be pretty much what I expected. That's really quite depressing, because I like to be proven wrong on certain points in the world. It's a typically bland sort of documentary, being produced by Moveon.org and The Center For American Progress and all. It didn't really teach me anything new 'cept for the fact that Fox really can go lower than you think. It was a bit repetitive and boring at times, and overall unneccessary I think. If you don't know that Fox news is your voice for evil™ by now, you either live under a rock or don't have a tv. It didn't have the stunning direction or cleverly done propoganda of 9/11; it had more the TV informative documentary feel. Come to think of it, I don't even know why I wanted to watch it. But if anyone wants it, ask and ye shall recieve...on a CD.

Also, it's DVD quality.

Reading Zen again. I don't think I can convey just how much this book means to me. This and the Chomsky novel are about my two Gods, atleast in terms of analysis. Sure, they're both wrong at points, and obviously can't work around some things, but still...In terms of elucidation and expression, they're goddamn brilliant. Reading and just sorta feeling the intellectualness is overwhelming. Chomsky is good at the whole world analysis business; his answer to the problem is a bit vague and lacking, but it's mostly that you need to have a popular and importantly, global, grassroots resistance in order to evoke change. I agree a lot with that, as it seems to be the only feasible (allow me some license here) and lasting solution to the world as is. Pirsig is brilliant at the personal and psychological analysis, providing quite intimate details about the schisms that exist in the mind, and how this is manifested outward onto society; his book, despite having heavy contextual reference, is still relevant over 30 years from first publication. He employs some fairly nifty literary tricks too. What he ends up saying corresponds to what a lot of other intellectual heavyweights say too. In other words, just ghosts.

Now that i've said a lot, I need to debate whether to watch Antonio Banderas or sleep. It shall be a tough decision. Take care in whatever you do.

Hand out

*whack!*

It's been a long, long time!

School has started. That is very bad news. It's goddamn annoying it is. I have gone very emo past few days, I seem to be unable to cope with teh skooling. Hopefully, I will adjust over the next few days. End of this week, at most.

Undecided over the Alison thing and YAB. I don't really feel like going to the Yabbage, but I think I should...It'll probably just make me more emo though. Alison thing is difficult to get to. And I really should focus on my, you know, school work and all.

Damn Hearts! Damn it to its uncivilised hell. Sigh, the ebola will be good enough revenge I guess.

I will watch an ep of Trigun today. And I finished dling Noir! Hurrah for Noir. Also dled Outfoxed, but that is of secondary nature. Holy mesugenah time is lacking. In EVERYTHING.

Anyway, I got a new badge, and you should all do something. Bye all.

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

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

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

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

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

It's been a while...

since we had links!

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

Incontrovertible proof that Shakespeare controls people. Tschuss all.

Look over there

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Owned, by a computer game

But more on that later.

Crazy Teddy bears...full of love!

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

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

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

You: Really?

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

Failure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Critics are odd creatures

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

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

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

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

We have to see Sideways.

Crazy bastards

At the Ayn Rand Institute.

Choice quote:

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

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

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

Sleep tight, grim right (8)

Cursed

The whole Anna incident was just freaky. Utterly freaky.

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

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

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

Definitely blog-worthy.

The Book is banned.

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

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

Observer

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

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

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

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

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

See? It's great.

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

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

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

WILL FINISH ICEWIND DALE. That is all. Night.

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

Or more specifically, this one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...No I don't care

aboot stealing.

This actually is a good post.

Love the Douglas Adams entry.

Finding random things under your computer is supremely valuable.

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

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

HOWEVER

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

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

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

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

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

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