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!

Good tidings

I am inspired due to coffee.

I just made a really good cup of coffee. Nothing fucked up. The shot was good, the milk was fine, just nice. It could have been a little warmer, but it wasn't cold. Gooooood coffee.

I found my phone! Unreasonably good mood.

Finished book 2. Apparently getting monitor today. Have to go change timetabling if possible tomorrow. Fixing leg on thursday.

Also, I got a coffee machine. Woo sale! Thank god we have some decent coffee in my house. It keeps the sanity. Watched Tenenbaums. It was...cool? Low-key, quirky, yet laugh out loud funny. Neither Ben Stiller nor Owen Wilson raised my ire in it. Amazing. Owen Wilson apparently even has a writing credit in it. Jeebus.

"Can you paraphrase it?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Is it dark?"
"Of course it's dark, it's a suicide note."

Going to watch Soylent Green today! Yay hufu!

Itsa a bunch o' tubes.

Ask Senator Stevens.

Dump truck tube symposium.

Enormous amounts of material clogging Ted Stevens tube. Perhaps some fiber...optic cable might be the answer.

I am literally crying with laughter.

So yeah. School starts like next week...I'm in trouble. Gah, I was finally looking forward to rest up a bit and catch up on my reading, only to find out that I have more in front of me. Not that I didn't expect it or anything, but still, it seems unfairly imposed. I slept a lot. From about 12 to 10, then again from about 10.30 to 1, and couldn't get up. Like, physically, lacked the strength to pull myself up. I just stayed in bed till about 2, then actually got up. Ridiculous, as I went to sleep around 6.30 anyway, and kinda slept intermittently till about 10.30. Still tired. Fuck am I tired. I felt better when I was horribly sleep-deprived.

Just going to Piskorz's felt like a chore. Stressed out standup indeed. Good thing I went late and stayed behind to clean up. It helped. And is it me, or is Pizkorz hotter when you lack sleep? I mean...shit. Damn hot Piskorz and that hot nightrobe thing of his. Take me now Hugh Hefner. Or not. Ewwwwww.

Stressed out though. I gotta work on that. Man, if it was one thing that I learned from my research into abortion (and there were several), is that life is a wicked problem. I still feel I need to sort out my life better and everything, but everytime I start to work on something, it often reveals a larger, more complex thing, which leads on to other things, and so on and so forth. It's a bitch. Getting really apathetic about basic things, like finding my phone and doing the goddamn laundry. Jesus, i'm really losing my patience with that. Family, I can handle...barely. But freaking laundry? I'm going to pass on that.

Reading Farseer. Should that be re-reading? Not sure, as I read first two, and haven't read the third. Love it. Tempted to re-read Liveship, as I have a feeling that was better overall, but this series has something to it that's really addictive. I don't remember enough from Liveship to impose a full judgement on it either, so i'm tempted. Just a random scene about a little girl stirring honey into tea and then setting it down because it was too sweet and then being all satisfied for being all evily. Good scene. We'll see how it goes.

Or should that be 'scene' how it goes?!

I'm tired, it's somehow 5 in the morn, and Nesquik is teh best. It's Nesquik time!

That's the last stick!

I'm moving to Canada!

Or New Zealand, Australia's Canadia.

Having funtabular week. Can't get these things finished. Pronouns are for wimps.

Should update more, want to update more, but things like other people, and random internet outages make it very discouraging.

Hmmm, the word funtabular makes it look like i'm tabulating fun or vice versa or something. Not that it isn't. To tabulate.

Fun.

Went to a really kinda fun user study. SHEEP! I sheepherded those bastards. I got paid as well! I love wasting corporation money. I seem to making a habit of striking up very engaging conversations with people.

First Tristan, whom I thought I had very little in common with, now the guy doing his Masters thesis. I talked to him for about 2 and a half hours about random stuff, economics, game theory, evolution/ecology, psychological experiments, world domination, etc. You know, random stuff. He got me onto a bunch of websites that I'm actually rather interested about. Yatta. It was fun, cause he pointed out a few holes in my arguments and such, and I got money ^^

I'm having a fantastic week, and yet I pass up on an opportunity to go and see Bob. What am I thinking?

This whole randoms I just met and forging bonds with thing is kinda freaking me out...Because a) I'm not very nice and b) I have relatively unorthodox views. It's kinda like if striking up random conversation was on a normal curve, with the mean at 0 (well, technically, it couldn't be, but say it was something close to zero, and rounding makes it zero) and the SD at 1. One random conversation in a week is plausible, 68% and all...but 2? We're talking 95% here, possible but unusual.

Awesome! More people with baby-killing attitudes!

Stats has got to me.

You know, I was thinking about the whole Vaucluse (the number of people who still don't know where or what that is is astonishing...Doesn't anyone read about the property markets!?) thing, and the opulence. Jesus, could I live with myself with that...much? I used to, sorta, the marble floors, the granite benchtops, the hired help and all that...but still. Do people who live in that sort of wealth realise what they're doing? Are they happy what they're doing? Does Oliver realise how other people live? I don't know, I really shouldn't be making friends with people out of my socio-economic background. Admittedly, it does allow a standard of living above what is my capability.

Finished Lindy. I admire her sentiment, but gah. No real practical application, the whole kinda leftist betterness ideal. I like it, but again, measuring immeasurable things = illogical.

Although, I like that whole, 'It's an engineering detail' thing. It's quite funny.

1. Grandiose plan
2. "Engineering details"
3. ???
4. Profit!!!

That abuse that I heaped upon my body in the form of not eating, irregular and non-sleeping is really starting to show. I fell asleep at 9pm, woke up at 3 in the morn, fretted whether I should go back to sleep or not, and then went back to sleep half an hour later, and woke up at 9am. Then went back to sleep, got up at 12. Man my system is fucked up. Fix it? Never.

Something about lack something something house annoying something get out more I guess. Night.

Rape party!

"Kiri..."[Not actually sure how you spell his name, this is just a guess]
"What? It's a rape party!"

It's always a party with rape!

Ye gods, I haven't felt this good in a long long while; I blame governmental policies. Or hormones. But yeah. I'm not sure whether it's the sex or excessive opulence or the blatant smacking around of my parents, but Oliver's group (though that is a unfortunate miscategorisation that I regret; it's not his group, very egalitarian) is a great group of people that I really want to hang out with more. I haven't met any new people whose company I enjoy, people whom I actually I want to spend effort to hang out with. Uni, as such, hasn't produced enough really cool people whom I want spend lots more time with. It's been disappointing. I mean, the only really cool person so far has been Mia. All the other girls I seem to meet and find interesting are domestics. Freaks you out. There's that other guy whose name I can't remember and think may be strangely attracted to, but i'm not so sure about potential. Interestingly enough, he has a hot rich friend, who was into soccer and supported Argentina. But I never really bothered to follow up on them, cause...you know. Not quite interesting enough.

As an aside, I find the whole "getting to know people better" lame. Seems like a poor euphemism for sex. I find staring at them while they sleep to be a better way of getting to way people. Or atleast petty theft.

I've fallen in love with Oliver all over again; in addition to knowing everything about films, the guy plays some mean piano. I mean, in the morning/afternoon, he just kinda casually decides to play the piano; suddenly, he's pounding out this amazing dark piece which apparently he wrote himself. Talented he is. Also, he has the one of the best pianos I've ever heard; really nice, rich sound, incredibly well-tuned. Seriously, we're talking concert hall material here.

Oddly, I think my affection for him is being displaced onto a few friends of his: Tristan is a really nice kid whom I found annoying at first, and ended up talking with till about 4 in the morning, and I think i'm enamoured with him. Just not sure. Kiri [still no idea how to spell the name - ed.] is randomly hilarious (kaio-ken...), underrated and hella chemistrical. Simon I want bad. Stupidly good-looking, interested in politics, knows Jon Stewart. I knew I should I have jumped him then and there. It was rather crazy, cause I first met him at the Grates concert, along with Sam, and didn't really pay that much attention to him initally, because he was a little bit further away, and I was talking to Sam a lot, cause she seemed a lot more approachable. He's kinda quiet and low-key, and oh so very hot. I forgot his name after the concert, and even mentioned him to Oliver, but couldn't provide supporting details. I'm so glad that Oliver made friends with him, it rocks so hard.

In another few hours, going to see Pirates, and i'm reading that Lindy Edwards book. It's by a girl *gasp*. So far, i'm a little meh on it. It's not so much that it's poorly written or anything, just if what she is saying is true, it scares me greatly on the narrowmindedness of governmental policies. Economic rationalism != a better society.

Watching Naruto on Youtube (and another site), this:

"In an unprecendented episode of bad hearing and even worse jokes, Naruto has misheard hoshi(star) as boshi, and added ume to make umeboshi, a dried plum. God help us."

Coming on the back of:

"More like timecops spelling of akedemi, amirite?"

These are both translation jokes. Madness.

It's interesting, yo!

Ebay behaviour.

I'm reading it, and it corresponds to so many things I do. I'm a casual ebayer, it's really interesting! Game theory (Hi-larious) proves that both sniping and non-sniping behaviour is rational; some people look at ebay with a view of getting the item, some people look at it in terms of economic behaviour (minimising consumer surplus, budget constraints, irrational behaviour), where people pay the maximum price for a product they're willing to pay, some a combination...It's all very trippy.

Secondhand, from the World Cup

Apparently, Friedrich has his own cookbook.

"I can't comment on Friedrich's cookbook, you'll have to go find that out for yourself...Ballack, though, does have a recipe for forward play...That he's concocted"

Goddamn commentators...

This can only end well.

We are Gerling, from the planet...Gerling.

Are they Ninja though?

I dunno, maybe. Why ask me? Ask this guy.

"I have to stop zombie Tupac from releasing another album from beyond the grave."

I managed to stay up 36 hours! And then I slept. A lot. I'm so whiny! Make it stop.

I finished this game! Don't laugh, it is surprising difficult towards the end. Sleep deprivation gets so...confusing. You seriously can't tell whether you're hungry or not. Confusing as shit.

There is no sincerer love than the love of food. -- George Bernard Shaw

That's a horse.

*Margaret talking about Fast and the Furious*
"...And it also has a gorgeous Mustang."
"A Mustang's a horse."

David wins!

Why is Portugal's b-side thrashing Mexico? Ridiculous.

No goddamn milk. Grrr. I can't live off Coke people. Well, I could, if it were the fine white powdery kind, and I could mix it in my milk. And no fucking malt either. I'm looking at you, Milo.

Exams: Meh.

I used to be so much smarter! Man, what the fuck happened? I blame everyone else for this. Everyone else. I believe I am a font of unchanging perfection that you all fucked up. Everyone else. I have to go now, and drown my sorrows (re)playing Super Mario RPG. And maybe a little FF. Night.

I made the Leader Board.

On HSX.

I don't think you understand.

I MADE THE LEADER BOARD.

I MADE THE FREAKING LEADER BOARD.

I AM A GOD/GENIUS.

Granted, it was the weekly, but i'm freaking close to making the monthly, and then you get the women!

In addition, less relevance to me, but Australia won. I am flabbergasted. Granted, the first thing I do is look at the HSX stocks, and predictably, Australia shoots up, Japan sinks. But my god, I am speechless.

What the fuck happened?

It just...fell. Collapsed. Crumbled. Crapped out.

History, however trivial, was made.

MY GOD.

The parties will be rather phenomal I assume. I have to study. Night.

Love isn't...

having to be told twice, and why the hell is there mayonnaise on my sandwich woman?!

Much too many people encourage my behaviour. It is detrimental to all.

Amusing though.

I figured out a theory that basically states the more dysfunctional the family, the more extreme and bananas you're going to be. Case in point: white people. Families, much too stable. Resulting effect: the damn white kids from our school, more specifically, the white group that invites me to their parties, despite being barely, if tangentially related to them. Obviously, exceptions exist.

But not you.

It's nice that someone I know is discouraging me from pursuing my studies. Everyone else is all hardworking and go to lectures and mandatory shite. So annoy-ing.

Gah, i've met this kinda cool/nice guy, and I really would like to keep in touch with him further, as he kinda tries to keep in touch with me and actually talk to me and such, I feel really bad for being such a slacker to him. Goddamn it I suck.

I've been such a slutbag recently. I never actually thought that word could be used in a literal descriptive sense, but it's highly apt here. Highly. I let a guy borrow my only pen, only because he was kinda cute. He didn't even use it! (granted, neither would I, in that class. If I ever write anything down in that class, it's pencil anyway.) He was drawing with it. His drawings were pretty cool. He drew good birds. Then, I saw the random guy who I think I was about a phone call away from eye-raping last week like three times today. In class, outside library AND walking to station. He even noticed. That was goddamn crazy.

So tired. Feel asleep twice in Philo lecture. Topic: moderately dull. Lecturer: intelligent, but dull. Combine to make: insomnia cure! Yatta! Gah. Feh.

Economics, while a pack of lies, was kinda fun today. I actually prefer the economics of the firm over the economics of the market. It's actually easier to calculate. Cept for price discriminating firms. That thing is fucked. But you can't anyway, thanks to the Trade Practices Act 1974, with amendments. Which I saw today! I was sooooo impressed. I don't even know whether the guy went to sydney uni, but he had Miller's Annotated Trade Practices Act with him!! I was all, ZOMG.

I kid you not. Was actually impressed and excited.

I kinda sorta forgot how much time lectures and stuff actually takes up. It's a significant chunk of time! Considering the number of extra-curricular activities I do at Uni (okay, it's like 4) I completely forgot how much time this all takes. Insane.

My degree is fine! Yayyyy. I talked to the peoples, and surprisingly, got it done quite easily. Can't quite believe that day though. I somehow lost 4 hours just talking to randoms and such. Madness. I'm in! However, I would have rather preferred to have the guy teaching me stats now to continue. He seems much better than what i've heard about ECMT. Unfortunately, the student body doesn't think so.

Cause they NOTATION THEY CREATE A VACUUM. NOTATION THEY CREATE A VACUUM MUCHLY.

Courtesy of Bash.

Come to Ozhadou! You know who you are.

Longish post, I haven't really done a longish post in a while. Take it as you will. Night.

Are polymaths sexy?

I find them that way.

And Fox lies.

The giga-corp, not the person. Though I don't know...

I've been meaning to use the prefix giga for a while now, especially somewhere outlandish like that. Though it's not really.

You know, outlandish.

Though I am very happy now. No more crazy loose ends. Those tear at me already, and spoil the fabric.

THE FABRIC OF MY SOUL

Wedding Crashers was on. It seems alright. The cold slows me down. It seriously is cold though. It's more than a little uncomfortable, and rather odd.

MIIIIIIIII

Must want get Oliver into pants. God fucking damn, I can't believe i've developed a new crush. But he is AWESOME.

Too much caps. Caps. Too much. Too much.

But jesus, cannot underestimate the coolness of this kid. He's got this cute, adorable nerdy-geeky thing about him, and he is an ridiculous obsessive about movies. I've been all lazy and lacking attention span for the moviedom recently; he's got me all pumped up about wanting to watch movies again. I mean, I don't even know now that I really want to watch movies because I enjoy them; I might be doing it just to impress Oliver. But's it's weird and cyclic and self-reinforcing.

The point remains: Must-get-Oliver-into-pants.

In retrospect, really good day. It started pooorly, I went drinking when I really didn't want to, I was tired, and had a 9 o'clock start. In lecture, I learnt I was a slutty mcslut slut. I was checking this random guy who was sitting next to me; I think I kinda weirded him out...or aroused. No, just freaked out. Damn.

I went ten minutes though without eye-raping someone! I was really good.

It was funny, cause every little thing made me feel all sad and whiny. Like I was opening this door, and you had to push, not pull, and I tried pulling, and it didn't work, and I felt all sad. Then I opened the door.

I also saw liquid nitrogen craziness. It was quite cool; the guy was both handling liquid nitrogen AND doing a crossword. He knew a lot; it was impressive.

Call me Trent.

"Hey Trent!"
"Hey. Wassup?"

But it made better though. $3 dollar pizza was nice, mahjong!, and the rest of the night was fantastic. Hella fantastic. Evil dead 2 was so...positive adjective; double take was brilliant! I still sorta regret not going drinking with that Des. So much fun.

Talking with Oliver has made all pumped and happy and hormonal. Man my stats lecturer freaked me out like that. I felt so bad.

"Hey Trent!"
"Hey man."

(Actual name was Jackson)

Bah. Hormones are bad. It's what women and other sub-classes get. Hormonal energy isn't real energy. Goddamn it. Wiki-riffic! Films good. Watch. All. Now.

...P.S. Oliver is mine.

Then you're a bitch. And you'll get the bitch ending you deserve.

I really shouldn't chortle so much at that. It involves a sadistic insect and crazy-ass tasks. I have a feeling the tree of Irony is lurking nearby. Or atleast the shrub of Poetic Justice.

What's that? Have I finished my essay you ask? How is it going you ask? Will I have any delicious icecream you ask?!

Sort of.

My essay is going well...ish. It would probably help if I didn't start rereading OOTS. But i'm nearly half-way through, it would be stupid to turn back now. I guess the cruel laws of probability leave me with no choice but to continue reading the rest. Woe is me.

Wait, that made no sense.

Grates was awesome! Damn awesome. Surprisingly excellent support, MIA?! Also ended up talking Shakespeare and movies with randoms. Twas fun.

I have...another 8 hours or so before I have to hand this in. Sweet! Sleep is not that important, to quote the Cultural Studies. Or as it would say:

President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
And so on and so forth...Or any combination of them! Go bananas!

My fridge started making high-pitched beeping sounds. I turned it off. That'll show him.

NOO! The MILK!

"There's butter on my face!"

Your approval fills me with shame.

OOTS is quite great. Quite, quite great.

I started studying, and suddenly, i'm way better at SOCOM! wah?!

And yet, can't finish the first mission. Lame.

Bought swanky new shoes! I like 'em. First time in a long while that I actually appreciate a choice of mine.

Speaking of choices, horribly horribly divided on headphones. I'm tempted to get the more expensive one, as it's available at a awesome discount for such good headphones; yet that will leave me with little cash for a couple of weeks, which I would like to avoid. Could buy cheaper, but discount isn't as awesome, and product not so great. GAH. It's just fucking appropriate that I be doing microeconomics during this.

SEE, I CAN'T MAKE RATIONAL CHOICE! CHOMSKY WAS RIGHT! CHOMSKY WAS ALWAYS RIGHT!

*cough*
ahem. sorry.
I meant to say hello.
All the keys are so close together.

I met a cat the other day. Friendly, sweet. Ginger fur, lean body. Good cat.

I will take a cue from my cat and sleep. Though, not in those awesome curled up positions she manages.

OMZOMG

Man am I ever reckless.

Interesting correlation: I am not very good at SOCOM, a game involving stealth and secrecy. I am also horribly, horribly lazy in my attendance for teh school. Coincidence? Not really. And so therefore, recklessness.

I don't know where I went with that one.

Must study. Must not try and make my HSX Portfolio better than it already it is. Though, a good fund shorted The Da Vinci Code. Wonder if that was a good decision. Granted, they're shorting at 223 mill, so good buffer, but still.

I found another probable cause to my sanity. Though i'm sure not sure whether it's a cause or an effect. Is this reinforcing my beliefs, or my beliefs inducing it? I dunno. There's a word for that, and I can't remember it. I want to, though.

I'm at this stage where I think it's a good thing that the voices are only in my head. Is that a good place to be?

I will sleep, and ever so hopefully, study.

God may not play dice

But the Devil sure as hell does.

What to say. Lots of things happening. Spending lots of time outside of house. Nice. I'm making that transition into homeless person well. I get to walk around, wearing inappropriate clothing and contemplatin'. I am so fucking cosmopolitan.

I lost my shoes :( I liked those shoes. Hopefully I get them back.

Yes I lost my shoes. It happens. Especially to people like me.

Been having really odd days...Had fun at Fox's, crashed Min-taec's house where he fed AND got me a drink! (yay!) And scored a four. Woo Woo! I had to find my student card, which I put somewhere. I sit on my bed, start reading a little GBS, and find my student card. It's rather odd. Zoo got cancelled. GRRRR. I find out that a Aczchuan grocery in West Ryde is shutting down. Freaks me out entirely, as I did not forsee this. Well, I did a little, but not this soon. In addition, that place has been a virtual institution as long I've been here. I've been here 8 years, and it's been there for me. Hell, i've been through the loss of Games World, where nice/flustered owners would let us play Smash Bros for hours on end. That place caused my mother so much heartache, I owe it a medal. Now there's only going to be three Asian grocerys side by side. Miss Strawberry, I can't deal with this.

Oh hell no! I did not move from Southside for this.

Intrinsic value!!!!!

Zinc-based banking system....

Tired. Forget how tiring things are.

Kingdom Hearts is one of the cruelest things ever created for me. It forces you to make highly important choices at the BEGINNING OF THE GAME. This fucks with my mind like nothing you have seen. It's outrageously fun; I'd tempted to ban the damn thing in some pseudo-Plato avengement sequence. I also suck at it. Squaresoft = dangerously good and addictive.

For the record, 1 to 9 with Riku. Goddamn you Riku.

In another turn of events, I broke 5 mil! YATTA! My recent buy was a bad buy, but I'm hoping he'll turn out to be long term.

Are film execs retarded? Because I can't conceivably see a way that things like Love Don't Co$t a Thing and how they butchered The Importance of Being Ernest.

See, I figure this whole arguing thing, not very hard. People, not very smart.

It's a conundrum.

It's late, and really, right now, during all this talking, I should have been playing Kingdom Hearts. God that game scares me. Scary voices, scary impending doom, Donald Duck. Night.

It's 3:45 in the morning

And i'm still doing my goddamn essay. How I hates it. On the bright side, i've only got another 200 words to go.

GOD THE DRUDGERY

But nothing like the Drudge Report mind you.

Listening to Grates. They are quite cool. Looking forward to concert now. And true to form, I've listened to Monster Mash 60 odd times? I can't remember. So damn cool. Just the concept that Frankenstein comes to life and instead of going on a murderous rampage, he invents a new dance. Now that's fucking cool. And then he gets his buddies in it. I would kill to be a backing singer on that song.

Might skip Birthday. Have work the next day, going to be tired and sleep-deprived, alcohol is not my friend at that point. No wait that's not true. It's always my friend. ALWAYS.

Yes, i'm quite happy with the state of my liver damage thank you. No I do not wish to switch to a longer-lasting liver. I would like a longer one though. Just physically longer, so it would freak out my other organs even more so.

Good times.

I'm sure i'll have finished this THING before 6. In the morn. Hopefully. My excursions and diversions grow exponentially as I come closer to finishing. Fuck.

Does anyone remember this? It's rather a good summary on what is NOT a frivolous lawsuit.

Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?

Wa-oooooooooooh
Wa-oooooooooooh
Wa-wa-oooooooooooh
Wa-oooooooooooh

Monster Mash wa-oooh
Monster Mash wa-oooh
Monster Mash wa-oooh
Monster Mash wa-oooh

I'm sorry. I should have improved your lives sooner.

Facing the first challenge of any substance in 6 months or so, I fail. And how!

I need a new book to latch on to. Anna Karenina? Maybe. I do have the nice translation. Or other non-fictional works. Rereading Pygmalion. Still as good as I remember. I love GBS. So much. So eloquent. So goddamn witty! He described his wife as both emotionally and physically like a "muffin".

Having sex with her must be odd.

But he got around that. He didn't. They never consummated.

Perhaps they made a little soup to ease that. A little beef consomme, possibly.

LAN was fan-friggin-tastic...God, it's getting to this stage that sort of awesomeness is becoming commonplace. I do not look forward to the day that I become inured to the charms of the Korz.

My house becomes that much more unstable. My brain is catching on. The sheer physical will required to maintain the sanity and pathos is getting harder. It's pretty cool. I hope there's a save point soon.

In the meanwhile:

I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise


He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash


From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes


They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash


The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son


The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"


They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash


Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"


It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash


Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you


Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash