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*