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.