So you think you can micro?

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

Holy freaking crap.

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

Fat?

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

This is one of them.

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

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

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

Because it's like malaria. BUT SHIT.

Trying to know people by watching them having sex

is about as useful as reading palms.

It's pretty funny.

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

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

New Harvey Birdman! Yatta!

Get your sexy on

What does that mean?

Hilarious song though. Take it to the chorus!

Weird Al is also great.

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

There is nothing that could top this off.

Oh wait. Dota.

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

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

Speculation is neither earning nor profit!

Nuff said.

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

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

Oh my god. How fucking awesome.

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

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

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

That Picasso was a sly one.

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

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

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

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

Berlin and Jesus and Warcraft Oh my!

Man Berlin kicks ass. Seriously.

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

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

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

Who got owned? Rousseau got owned!

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

A strange story.

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

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

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

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

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

Such violent sneezing!

And unexpected too.

Mid-sem. Shit.

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

The latter question is rhetorical.

So divided.

Want this dog?
No.

Fucking sharks.

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

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

There. I sold out. Are you happy now?

Hah. People.

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

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

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

No matter how much you do you never do enough.

True.

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

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

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

That must be it!

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

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

You're dead to me can-opener!

Well he is.

Maybe he shouldn't have squealed to the cops!

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

Answer: what two things don't go together?

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

And back to the guilt...

Pillowpants

the vagina troll.

Hah. Wimmin.

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

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

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

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

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

You're still here?!

Or I lost the internets.

I did. So yeah.

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

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

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

I want to meet her cats!

Yeah, but it's a metaphor.

Meta-phooooorrrr.

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

You rock, rock.

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

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

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

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

Putting the Jew

back in 'judiciary'.

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

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

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

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

Ow.

Then, I broke a glass. It was annoying.

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

Admittedly, I am failing. Everything. Life.

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

I don't trust things with ham in their name

possibly because...it's a sham.

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

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

WHY

Better.

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

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

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

Must write this down

Melinda and Melinda.

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

Oh. My. God.

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

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

Fat, ugly, stupid

"Debbie was an fat, unattractive baby."

Dymocks: we ruin your self-esteem.

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

The Book of Answers is great!

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

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

Dymocks is a bundle of cruel, misanthropic fun.

"I see those as irrelevant."

Bahahahahah.

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

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

DotA!

Partial credit!

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

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