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.