It just gets better and better

Law of Entropy my ass.

I made my lecture not too late. Slept in not one, but two places. Listened to the honking of geese. If you can honk the honk, you can tonk the tonk. Man, can these geese tonk. Geese will literally eat out of your hand. Finished Gatsby. Good book. Went to Jared's house, didn't get to watch Spirited Away. Did slay orcs though. Go Depp! I mean, Legolas.

Speedmouse. Was. Spectacular.

Roadie is like 6 times cooler in real life. And there's more than one! Fuckin' crazazy bananas.

My investment in Jared has paid off. It was a little rough with Dogville, and that thing he continues to do, but it worked out. Just goes to show, HOLD.

Okay, we need a crate of otters, and some hand lotion.

Forget the damn monkey!

And when I came home, this was here today. It's even more majestic in person. 14. FOURTEEN. It makes a pretty good stack.

Ugh. More Busy-ness. Night.

Now that's an odd lock

Scroll lock?

Today was a highlight of my life. It was great. Fantabulous. Even without the slaying of orcs. Or spiders even.

Had fun enough lessons, then went over and watched Veronica Mars with people. Really coool show. Also, hung out with really cool people. I mean damn cool. I am such a sucker for people who provide me with nice food. Seriously, if you ever need to get into my pants, best way there. Sam rocks.

Resolve not to miss too many lectures this week. It doesn't look good.

Daylight savings better kick in soon. The discrepencies between my computer and everything else will turn into full-blown mental disorder soon. You have been warned.

Nah man, Satan is all about the oral sex!

God how I love the Korz.

I've capitalised to show him respect. Cause he is you know.

RESPECTED.

Aretha Franklin would be proud.

I'm being treated wayyyyyy too nicely. Taxi driver gave me free ride. Go dude!

Got spirited away, but I still think I'm dying...That came out wrong.

Cupcakes down the pants as act of rebellion = hilarious.

Daylight what now? Fucking farmers. It was a joke you fucks, get over it.

My cat is a crappy hunter. She can't hunt a stationary object.

It was a CAN. OF CATFOOD. In addition she can't really hunt or run away because she has this very visible white tip on ther tail. In fact it's a beacon. Plus she's fat....I wanna scratch my ears with my feet. Sigh. More denial. Night.

Flan in the face

Thom = fetish.

Wait, what does that mean? The possibilities...

That's it, I now know too many people. I saw one of the people from my bridging today. Granted, it actually took me a lot longer than I expected, but jeez, when you see one person everyday that you know, it's ridiculous. I'm going to start a system where I rate people and send out little letters informing them of their status. It'll be like work reviews. I'll even have levels and probationary periods. It'll be all the fun of climbing the corporate ladder, without the requisite financial compensation and less cocksucking! Fun for the whole family.

LOL CANUCK

The teacher we have for Stats is mindblowingly amazing. He gave us a discourse on rice. And glycemic indicies of such.

And it was interesting!

Just stick with Ross

He'll show you the way.

Stuff is routine.

People suck. I haven't been able to transcend that property quite yet, so have that unfortunate/temporary condition of having deal with the suckiness. It's a conundrum.

Adam's partay was nice. There was something about it, that made me like it. Don't know what.

Maybe that's the vodka talking.

Something I don't get: slow-motion replays on lawn bowls.

Watching Commonwealth Games, it confuses me why all the patriotism. Nevermind the atrocious commentary resulting from this. I've been learning in Soc Sci that it's been the triumph of the individual over the collective, the state over the tribe for the past hundred years or so. What's going on?

I actually kind of promote the individual over the collective, atleast in the narrow subculture of sports. In this day and age, it's makes much more logical sense to promote the outstanding individual over the country that produced it, considering how many of those outstanding indiviudals aren't neccesarily native anymore.

It's not that I don't like team sports, it's rather I find teams constrained by cartological boundaries...quaint. Globalisation has supposed to remove those rather parochial ideas of patriotism, and it has, in some terms. I'm just hoping that when more sports become more global, and less national, we'll see better things.

I want a good World XI, dammit.

imminent scientist?

But this imminent scientist tells correspondent Scott Pelley that the Bush administration is restricting who he can talk to and editing what he can say. Politicians, he says, are rewriting the science.

Is that better than eminent?

Re:imminent scientist?

i can't say if it's any better, BUT it IS a lot sooner

/. rocks. Rocks to the chest.

Decisions

Cruel, cruel decisions.

Had a great day. I turned up late for my class...again. I freaking love my Philosophy tute. The guy is so apathetic! He's so awesome. My soc sci tute either hates me or thinks I'm a genius. I'm hoping hate. Soc sci looks to be rather boring.

Why does all first year have to be so...tedious?

Societies are damn cool. I'm seriously contemplation skipping Ghost Dog, in order to participate in Smash Bros. tourney.

It's odd. Uni life is awesome, home life, not so much.

Is it me, or something else at work here? I come to Uni, thinking people here would be more mature, more critical, more able to control themselves. But no. Everyone is just horny. Wtf mate? Is it a Uni thing, or getting older thing? And I guessing Christa shouldn't be reading this, but i've lost all respect for him. Everything. Seriously.

I just realised, I bought a book. I have to pay for it.

More importantly, I won!

A reminder

To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

For the love of god

Stop flavouring my juice.

It may sound a little tinfoil hatty, but i'm serious.

STOP FLAVOURING MY FUCKING ORANGE JUICE.

If and when I go crazy(I told you, the dog talks) and have to be committed somewhere (I pray that people have the decency to commit me to somewhere which hasn't been subletted already) I have one request: I want my Orange juice fresh. Not reconstituted, not flavoured, not with folate in it. Just some goddamn juice.

And no, it wouldn't be funny to spike my juice with E or LSD or some other hallucinogen on either the pretexts of "study" or "entertainment".

...Actually, LSD would be funny. I'll authorise that dubious request.

Sutekh was great

But this is how I spaz out.

I'm doing stats, so I can actually figure out the probability that I don't own any of those.

Past two days have been rather awesome. Yesterday especially. It was spectacular in that offhand, casually mentioned way.

Wasn't too late for my lecture, got my free coffee with my muffin, both of which were great, then learning eco was ridiculously easy. Also met a guy who did Eco well, and knows Chris Wong. Borange it was. Then Firefly, then hung out with Sutekh peoplez, then Philo lectures with clowns, then Ultimate Frisbee with hilarious logistical mishaps (And I learned how to throw forehand!) and then home.

Today, Lecture, then I was a rebel and skipped my optional Tute. Roamed around a lot, met more people from old school, agonised over crazy prices of textbooks, got my readings for Philo, watched Seventh Seal, got cosy with the exec, then learned how to play a board game and a card game, and met lots of nice people. It's been damn cool.

My profs are almost uniformly amazing. Philo guy is hilarious, my stats lectures are like high school, but if I had a great maths teacher in high school. Eco is mehish, but subject makes up for that. First week turned out well.

Now, I don't want to wake up at 7 o'clock four days a week. Night.

Superconnected

I can die happy now.

Seeing Broken Social Scene is a rapturous experience. If the Church held BSS concerts every week, I would convert.

They were missing several key members, and they're still brilliant. And Funny. And Nice. And generally overall Awesome.

When I first listened to the new album, I could kinda sympathise with people about how it was too"muddy" or too "dense." That is wrong. Go see them live. It's revelatory. Every element of the band, every part just fits in perfectly well together, everything.

To break down the concert via stats:

There were always atleast 6-8 members on stage at any time.

There were 4 guitairists/bassists. Who also played trumpets or sax.

Whenever there was a solo, there was atleast 3 people involved.

There was 1 very sexy looking lady with a violin. Another in a polka dot dress. And 1 audience member.

It went for 2 and half hours.

Best. Concert. Ever.

Even better than the Unicorns. Blasphemous, maybe, but...true. Fuck everything, go see them live.

NOW

The pathological pursuit of profit and power.

We got ourselves a catchy tagline.

I just finished watching the Corporation, and the related extras on the first DVD, cept for the commentaries, because if I wanted to watch the same movie again twice over, I would have. Or not, as in this case.

It's so slick. For a relatively low profile documentary made by college students, with an $8000 marketing budget (which by the way was very very smartly spent, their marketing team really know how to market) it's surprisingly slick. I really enjoyed it, and the related extras weren't that annoying either. Apart from the frustration of misunderstanding externalities, it was actually kinda thought-provoking.

The economics stuff is something that still confuses and annoys me. They'll mention something economics related, and i'll agree with them and then realise this isn't an mainstream economic idea. The idea makes perfect economic sense; why it hasn't been adopted is odd. I've gleaned that a) economics is being taught badly; if there are so many economic concepts which these people have to raise in order to be relevant, then there's a serious problem. and b) economics is still being misunderstand as a profession; it's primary occupation is to improve the quality of life for people. If that isn't happening, something's wrong.

I like the idea of trying to improve the world, but it's difficult. Very difficult. Almost difficult to the point of impossibility. There's so many issues which concurrently have to be tackled; establishing standards of life, population pressures, environmental concerns, sustainability, the list goes on. Even I can't figure it all out.

Maybe Chuck Norris can. Maybe.

Maths today was unproductive. Seriously unproductive. You know how you have those days where you just get in the zone, and you get heaps done, and by the time you look up at the clock, several hours have passed without your conscious notice? Today felt exactly like that, except nothing productive got done. Basically I wasted a lot of time, efficiently.

In other words: We had a montage alright, but you didn't get anything in the end.

Mountains're nice. Night.

Tiradalicious.

Because you're worth it.

I think enough people have heard this, but if anyone (I mean, ANYONE. You're on notice, Dalai Lama) calls me selfish for not having children or not wanting to have children, I will physically hurt you until you recant. I am deadly serious.

Seriously.

Man, having kids must suck. You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't.

You can't take the decision lightly; if you do, you are callous to the extreme, and shouldn't be allowed to breed. And yet, how much ever care you take, it's pointless. That caring will most likely end up manifesting as projection: insert countless, countless numbers of parents who treat their children like trophies. Are people that scared about their mortality?

The thing that really irks me about the parent situation is how they take responsibility for their children's actions. 'Hey my kid turned out well, I must be a good parent.' Or vice versa. (I'm not even going to talk about the definitions of well. Cause you know, a deeply unsatisfied investment banker with a six figure salary and an unhappy marriage, that's well.)

Bullshit. How your child turns out is more about luck than anything else. Hopefully your kids falls/discovers/imagines the right crowd and comes out a better person. The best you can do is influence. And this business of instilling values when they're younger is again, bullshit. You can try. That's it. If your kids didn't satisfy your expectations, too bad. If they did, you got lucky. That's it.

It's very chaos theory, but in the modern world, that's what you're going to get. I should become a marriage counselor. You would atleast have a few less kids in the world, and more physically scarred parents. Emotional scarring, been done. Physical scarring is so much cooler.

Besides, chicks dig scars.

The. soundtrack. to. Chrono. Trigger. is.

Mindblowing.

There are tracks here which I want you to play at my funeral. I will notarise this in writing if anyone wants. They're that sad.

I haven't heard such complex arrangements in a while. Counterpoints? Harmonies? Single piano notes at exactly the right poignant moments? Xylophone solos!?

The crazy synths nearly gave me a heart attack. They're in stereo!

I will stop raving. Night.

There is no theory of evolution.

There is only a list of animals Chuck Norris allows to live.

Hot hot heat. Make it stop.

I'm spending way too much time on computer. I'm catching up on all these things that I liked, and reading a lot, but I don't wanna. It's frustrating, something I never admit to. Frustration just seems like a copout for boredom, which is just...lame. I'm not going anywhere with this.

Listening to Woman King a lot. I woke up from a strange and rather fucked up dream to the chorus In My Lady's House in my head, and unable to tell what it was. So I went through, hunted it down and listened to it a few times. I like it. Quite a bit. I Like Woman King a lot, something about subversive Christian symbols with feminism is catchy. Peaceful, serene atleast.

This Disney 'scandal' makes me want to listen to Devo...less. No wait, more. I like the fact that they're buyins rather than sellouts. How you profit from that i'm not sure, but /. will surely show me the way.

1. ???
2. Sleep
3. !!!
4. Profit!

They only figured out the second step recently.

Deerhoof was magnificent. Spectrum is like Space 3...but with lights. And electricity. And colours on the wall. And a bar! Yay. Very, very awesome place.

I've done 4 endings for Chrono Trigger. Go me. 9 left. But the endings are worth it. There's one where you end up being something of a Wizard King and challenge this guy, too complicated to explain, but you get to look like a pimp. Guy challenges whom he thinks to be Magus, you come out of shadows, place hands on hips and throw head back and laugh I presume maniacally, but it still looks like you're impersonating a chicken. Plus you have two women on your side holding weapons all seductively. Frank Miller got nothing.

Downloaded the soundtrack of Chrono Trigger and so so soooo good. Listening to a track called Courage and Pride, possibly one of my all favourite tracks of all time. We're talking Town worthy here.

Okay that's a little far.

God, I was meant to start playing either one of the FFs or Super Mario RPG, but decided to get a couple of endings, and have ended up looking up the music, the Chrono Symphonic, and reading the principles of time travel within Chrono Trigger.

I am such a fanboy.

Most inspirational song: Kaeru's Theme.

I have to work, but sleep is not important where Chrono Trigger is involved. I can just travel back in time to sleep there right? Yes, yes I can. Night.

Almondine.

Think about it.

That's my purse! *snap kick to the groin*

Past few days have been much too good. I am treated far too well.

The number one movie of 2005 from the At The Movies poll?

Serenity.

YATTA!

Did you know that SBS news played snippets of Leno, Letterman and Jon Stewart? As part of legitimate news?! It was about the quail shooting. How is that hunting? 70 tame birds? It's quail. They're TAME. Christ.

Feed me, or you will not like the consequences. Seriously, it's a you thing. Night.

Air (for earners)

More like corporate welfare, if you know what I mean.

n and e have switched places. We're going up to blackwatch plaid.

I keep meaning to update this thing (did you get that thing I sent you?) but everytime I do it, laziness/uncreativity sets in. It's a living.

I'm watching a lot of stuff right now. I finished Season 5 of Buff, even commentaries and extras. You know that feeling you get when you're getting to the end of a good book, that sort of dreading feeling, and that relieved/sad feeling when you finish it? I can safely say I actually kinda sorta felt those things watching this Season of Buff. I wanted more Buffy when I finished this; not more Season 6 wise, but more Season 5 wise.

Why doesn't Joss admit his indie heritage and start doing weird quirky movies off borrowed credit? He doesn't claim to be a radical sort of director, but he cares about filming direction. On TV. No one cares about that. No one. Not even Jesus. Is there a patron saint of tv direction? No, and you know why? Because no one cares.

You can't do a minimalist production for a tv show aimed toward younger ages and then say you're not all crazy and hopped up on goofballs. 'The Body' was a stunning piece of directional work though. Stunning piece of work in general. The Anya soliloquy? Monologue? is one of the best pieces of dialogue you will hear.

The Gift is good too. Possibly best Season finale? The gravestone is a very classy touch.

I'm tired, sleep and rest for the miracle of commerce that is going to occur tomorrow/today. Ten shiny dimes may not be enough. Night.

A word from the wise.

"I'm not fat, I just retain water."
"Yeah, so does the Hoover Dam."

Oh Hoover, what has thou wrought upon poor fat people and old televizzle programming.

Nearly finished Chrono Trigger! The thing, that is such a misnomer. You can't really claim to have 'finished' a game that has 13 different endings. Let's just say i've finished it in the 'traditional' way you're meant to finish. Or something.

Side-questing, you see.

Nearly finished another book. The Namesake, By Jhumpa Lahiri. Not bad. Odd, yet catchy writing style. A little esoteric, but passable. Gogol plays a big part in it. Nicely done. Am kinda more interested in other work, as it has won a Pulitzer, whatever that means.

Finished Harvey Birdman. *insert superlatives here.*

Started Season 2 of Arrested. Balls? You gotta be kidding me. Still, the sad walk is so cool.

Brokeback Mountain was alright. Goddamn stunning cinematography. Worth your money.

'Specially for the makeout scenes. Oh yeah.

What was with the funny?! Fucking crazy man. Night.

Still good.

Just.

Bus-i-ness keeps me busy. Enrolling was annoying. I can't even remember what I put down. But you know i'm there, and i'm going to change my courses. Yatta.

Sp Pls! was really awesome. I really like it. Good food, cool bands, good atmosphere of helping, especially with drinks. Me likey.

Haven't been reading.

Awesome quote leading to my segue:

"P.S. Getting married in MA is also fun when tax time comes because while the state insists you're married, the Feds insist you're not. The instructions for how a same-sex couple does their taxes is INSANE"

Fight! Fight! Fight!

BDO is on! Yay. I need my pouch back.

Where will put my mucous covered and marsupial young?! WHERE?!

I actually called a baby a poo-poo factory today. To my mom. Unfortunately, she wasn't impressed. In fact, I could swear she was positively non-plussed.

Well, they are.

New Jersey: Not all our state officials have been indicted

Poor rejected slogan.

Onward and upward!

3. The Collected Short Stories of Roald Dahl.

He wrote a lot. Most were good. Some are anachronistic and confusing at times. Generally speaking, good. Morbid, funny, morose, just plain weird, good. Read it.

Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?

I love that sentence due to two things: a) The image of someone in a handbasket is adorable, and b) I saw it as someone's sig, and didn't work it till months later. Months. We're talking about a lapse in time where you could have renovated your shack/hovel/house/treehouse.

Damn those Swiss Family Robinson!

I've given some thought to this thing (oh boy, metafictive) and it can't keep up. With me. So much awesome (I mean that as a noun) happens that I am literally unable to catch up. It's insane. Worth it sure, but insane.

I've moved back. The usual wave of depression/apathy was there. I didn't mind. Rode it out, easy. Got distracted re-re-re-re-re?reading Zen. Such a captivating book. Finished watching Naruto up 144. Finished 5 books, of which atleast 3 need to be listed and reviewed. Cat very entertaining. She doesn't like storms. Bought myself a new book. Well, two new, but one i'm happy to spot. I'm proud of both I guess. But pride goes before a fall, so watch out! These books could trip you.

I need to enlighten.

Jon Stewart is a prophet:

Gyms will close, fad binge diets will be all the rage, and singles ads will end in the phrase, "Yes fatties."

Would you like a blowjob after your circumcision? (Granted, the actual story is far more serious than I make it out to be.)

Remember him? Well, he remembers you well. Especially the delicious parts of you.

That would be a hell of a centenary. Most 18s, 21s wouldn't come close to what 100 year old man would be experiencing.

That is all.

One last thing to do before I collapse and die

in a writhing heap on my bed bereft of all but the three higher functions of fold, check/call, and raise.

My god, it's the 5th already. I spent the last couple of days working, then...poker. I sorta spent the time I was supposed to be resting up for cricket match playing poker and mostly losing. It was damn awesome though! No wonder this game is so addictive. I made 19 grand, then lost it all. To the last penny. Well, they don't call it dollars, so i'm going to revert to the good old economic unit.

Down to the last unit.

I'll cut to the chase: I'm not addicted to the game, the game is addicted to me. Even now, before I could do anything else, it insisted that I open the game, play a hand, then get to work writing this. Crazy, no??

So yeah. I spent 9 to 6.30 today morning playing and losing. Got ready in a shambles for cricket. Breakfast was hilarious. I bought some juice in order to keep myself awake, and this is what it said on the popper:
"MultiV Fruit & Vegetable Juice. Drink it. Feel it." I'll be damned if that wasn't the lamest punchline to a promotion on a product i've ever seen.

The surprise was, the juice itself tasted quite nice. Despite its highly dubious nutritional value (It's a sad day when you can't even trust your juice. Who can you trust? The Government?! The mailman!? The milkman?!!!?!)

NB: IF you have someone or someone(s) purporting to be your milkman, you should be highly suspicious of them. They stopped that shit back in the 60s. For all you know, they could be banging your wife.


Cricket which turned out to be highly, highly entertaining. Seriously. I got to see Richie Benaud both in the flesh and the projection. I'm going to kidnap him and force him to do commentary on my life. Sif not that would be the most interesting project ever. Anyone who disagrees must be a Commie. There.

I saw a cute guy on the train wearing a CCCP bracelet/armband thingy (Do the commies have to exercise in order to wield their nefarious lies? Why commies why?) and a Wolverine shirt. The Wolverine shirt was AWESOME.

The thing is, he wasn't even that cute! My god, was my sleep addled brain such that I would be attracted to someone with even the least amount of vaguely independent popular culture (if you think that's a paradox, go to hell) and hotness would start me palpitating?

The answer to that I'm afraid, is yes. A very emphatic yes. I was also sleep deprived though, a condition for me much like drunkness, cept I'm much cooler. Yes, it does violate laws of nature. But then again, so do you. Think about it.

I've given a valuuuuuable seeeecret, yes, so you use it wisely, much like the Force, or I will come and bring you to the Dark side. I still don't know what that means.

Vegetarianism, much like women's rights, is a luxury.

This is horribly horribly late...lemme check. 8 days. On par with my general punctuality.

I'll just start a fresh one.