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|Tuesday, June 28th, 2005|
A web comic, with myself as the writer and MM on artwork? It'll never fly!
Fly no. But it can leap over tall buildings... Current Mood: I guess...
|Thursday, June 16th, 2005|
|ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNO-TOAD.
So my job is pretty rough - I feel like hammered shit when I get home from it, no matter how well I do. Just when I was getting the hang of it, I went and called in sick on my fourth day of work. Holy shit I am fucking insane.
I'd write more, but I'm just SOOOOo tired that it won't be up to the usual standards of the verbal ass-tumours that you can find in my LJ, so I'll cut it short right here.
In other news, my girlfriend has been mathematically demonstrated to kick much ass in the department of being teh awesome. Current Mood: HYPNO
|Sunday, June 5th, 2005|
|WE HAVE A CAR... AND IT IS GOOD.
Today we went down on a long bus ride out to the dealership from which my father purchased his beloved Toyota Prius which he loves very dearly and has been on the official forums of for some time now. (nice sentence construction there, I know)
I was totally into it. It has hella features... Firstly, it's a hybrid car (A MUST for the eco-conscious my dad and Kathy) - but it's cool, see - whenever you use the brakes, the energy captured from braking goes into the battery. Whenever you're going downhill, you're powering the battery. Whenever you idle the car - battery.
And if you're driving slowly, or not acclerating, the car runs off of the battery - EXTREME MAD FUEL EFFICIENCY!!! (Also, while running on battery, the motor turns off, so it makes no noise other than the tires rolling... very cool. They call it "Stealth mode")
Now what I'm diggin' are the gadgets (this is all I care about in an automobile) For instance, you have the key "fobs" - it's a bluetooth emitter that is detected by your car when you're about a foot from the door or closer. Basically, it's a key: you keep it on you, somewhere (anywhere) and when your door detectsw the signal, if you pull on the handle of the door you're next to, it unlocks. It's a key that you never need to take out or hold - EVER. The ignition works the same way: as long as someone with a key is in the car, you can just start it with a button. Much el Cool.
It's all space-agey inside, with a digital... everything (no dials to be seen). Coolest of the cool, there's a big digital colour touch-screen in the middle that runs EVERYTHING. From Audio to climate control to a readout on how much power is going to the battery or the engine or what have you, to the GPS (which is AMAZINGLY good - it plots astoundingly efficient routes and has an incredible level of detail.)
Also, the car responds to a large number of voice commands (about 100) such as "CD", "Map", "Home", "Restaurants", "Screen off", etc. I was a huge fan of the GPS system, following its plotted routes exactly.
You see, I love technology, and the GPS is so exciting for me that I can't help but overlook its flaws and fawn over it. Kathy is the opposite: she's very apprehensive of new technology and can't help but find flaws in it. But we're both very polite, so we are all passive-agressive in defending and attacking the GPS.
Example: Kathy says "I know when I was young we used to go to Georgina to look at the parks there. Can you make this thing find Georgina?"
Me: "Sure, let's enter the name into the adress bar..." *type type type*
Me: "Hmm, 20 results... uh, look how THOROUGH it is! ... so, I'll try this first one..." *the map highlights some spot in the middle of a dirt road 4 kilometers away.*
Me: "Is this it?"
*We drive there*
Me: "Hmm, this is just a dirt road..."
Kathy: "HA! that silly
thing! Let me get my map
Me: *Studies map for a moment* "Wait, Georgina is a county
??? It just took us to the middle of Georgina county!"
Kathy: "Hmmm..." *studies map* "well, I can't find Georgina City on this map, I guess it doesn't cover that area..."
So now I come away thinking "maps are a thing of the past" And Kathy thinks "That silly thing can't tell a county from a city!" and we're both dead wrong. Well, I'll take mine, because it's fancier. Using the GPS, I was able to drive from some hicktown an hour outside of TORONTO back to the city (or would have been, if I had driven the whole way) with flawless directions - it took a route even shorter than we knew existed that took us right to our house.
Anyway, moral of the story: GPS rocks your world, baby. Current Mood: Worout - one hour - intense.
|Friday, June 3rd, 2005|
Today I bit the bullet and signed up for a job with one of my placement agencies. It's an outbound call-center job where I represent a business and call other businesses, so that's a minus. In fact, I was offred this job a week ago and turned it down (even though it lasts all summer and is full-time) because call-centers were not my first choice. Having examined the other jobs available (and their low salaries) I decided to inquire if the job was still available. It was, and I took it.
Now I have steady employment for the rest of the summer, and it's making more than double what I made the last two summers. Now let's see how awful it is!
Good thing I read Atlas Shurgged, or I'd be very uncertain as to wether I'd done the right thing. As it is, I can feel proud and confident that I made the right call - now all that's left is to give it my best effort.
In other news, we got an excersie machine here (at last!) - it's a nifty combination rower/bicycle machine, very high-tech. I'm going to try to put in ONE HOUR A DAY on that baby. How, you ask? Simple.
Every day our TiVo records one hour of television that suits my tastes (Iron Chef, Iron Chef American, Futurama, and to a lesser degree, family guy) and I make myself a promise that I can't watch TV unless I'm excercising while I do it. Simple! So far it's worked nicely. I'll be in killer shape if I keep this up all summer.
All right, now that I have a job, I'm going to treat myself to some video games. Peace out, y'all! Current Mood: Hired!
|Wednesday, May 25th, 2005|
|I'm Grievous too
Griebous is pretty amusing in the movies - too bad that he is wheezing all the time because of the damned Mace Windu!
Anyway, today I saw Unleashed, and I can assure you all that it rocks most awesomely! Watch for the awesome pool fight and also the fight with 'the stranger' - and see it in theatres, for crying out loud! Action movies, especially martial arts films, should be seen in theatres or not at all. Pay for a ticket, you fucking freeloaders, and enjoy the awesome sound and picture quality, before I come to your house and make you eat a CD with Kazaa lite on it.
|Tuesday, May 24th, 2005|
|Saturday, May 21st, 2005|
"The best way to have sex with a car, however, is not raw. You
need the following equipment:
1 Dekhyr Dragon Industries (Teledildonics Division) Sexual Interface Unit."
Mai-Mae, do you think of me as a Dekhyr Dragon Industries (Teledildonics Division) Sexual Interface Unit?
Because, I would understand, if you did, you know.http://blackroses.textfiles.com/sex/sex-cars.faq
|Yes - Sixth Level! Whooo!
This is a survey that I had taken some time ago but remembered recently. I thought I'd try it a second time to see if the answer had changed, and now I've moved up two levels (from Malebogia, realm of flatterers and seducers to The Iron City of Dis, realm of the heretics and unbelievers, who roast for all eternity insides Iron tombs). I'm proud to be on the sixth level - because the worst moral 'sin' comitted by people there is failure to belive in God - I'll be happy to go on the record as having THAT on my conscience (unless I see some convincing evidence to the contrary, of course!). The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:Take the Dante's Inferno Test
So give 'er a try, and see where you might end up. Current Mood: Friday night and still no job.
|Wednesday, May 18th, 2005|
:: how jedi are you? ::
Well, look at me, I'm Mace Windu - Fellas, form a line to my left for high-fives, ladies, form a line to my left for impregnations.
Ah, it's amazing what you can do while you've got lots of booze in you. My fun activity of the day: ZGo get pretty drunk (pretty REALLY drunk) and then post on LJ and as many messageboards as you can - you'll be amazed at the shit you write. Today on the Splinter Cell message board some guy insulted me because I was saying how impressed I was with Krav Maga so I told him "not to bust a menstrual clot over it" and that he should try "maxi with wings" in the future. Pretty sweet, huh? I threw in some argumants that weren't insulting implications that he, a male, was subject to menstration, but all in all it was great fun.
To be honest, the reason I'm sticking around that board at this point is to see how much I can be clever and ambivalent toward idiots without getting banned. (you know, because MY posts are just so brilliant - "Menstrual Clot" - Hollywood, here I come!)
Anyway, I need to go fall down and sleep for some time now. Good morrow.
P.S: I love Mai-Mae. Current Mood: blue clot.
|Tomorrow, the hunt ... is... ONNNNN!
Today I got a phonecall from a bilingual job placement agency that picked me up on a random search - on www.monster.com , of all places! Since they are a placement agency, I assume that they have some sort of magical way of finding office jobs for people in Toronto without using a family member, so that's great news for me. Sadly, placement agencies demand a cut of your pay, which is bad, and makes them a last resort.
Other job hunting venues: I'm applying , but not too hopeful of getting a job, at the Royal Ontario Museum, the Ontario Science Center, and the gigantic super-edifce, Casa Loma ("The castle of Lobsters").
I also want to walk around the Danforth near here and just go from shop to shop handing our resumes. I've ALWAYS wanted to work in a video store, and there's a blockbuster like three minutes' walk from here.
When I was looking for my first job ever, back in F'ton, I applied at the blockbuster, but I suspected that they wouldn't hire me, because everyone at blockbuster is so OLD - always older than me. Even now, blockbuster employees, who always seemed to be nineteen when I was sixteen, now look twenty-five when I'm nineteen... suspicious. Anyway, I didn't get a call back when I was a little kid, but now, at nineteen, I really want to work there. This ambition is troubling not only because it's a little mediocre, but also because I expect that they won't hire me (doesn't seem like the kind of place that picks up summer help.)
In other news, I have discovered a lovely little time waster called Navy Field, a naval-combat online RPG from Korea that's free because it's in beta. Really sweet, once you figure out what the hell is going on. And the amusing pidgin english is too cute - "Are you sure to quit?" "All ships of enemy have sink!". Usually it's fine, but these wacky errors crop up. I owe this gem to Tycho of www.penny-arcade.com, so blame him when I spend my life's savings on a yacht and fit it with tiny catapults.
Today dad and I went through the bookshelves and picked out some science fiction classics from his youth. My dad has the most awesome SF book collection ever, and he knows in advance which ones are good or not, and it's so cool. I lend them to Chocolate_Junin and Vanilla_Samurai when I get the chance, because it's nice to have read an obscure book that only you and a few of your friends know. I picked out a big, big stack of alleged "winners", so yay! for that.
I'm hoping to get working soon so that I can take the train up to Ontario and bequeath JMae verily and tuppence, because I miss her and sleeping alone sucks. The shadows that play on the far wall in my room are scary because usually Jmae is on the far side of the bed and if the monsters come, I know they'll eat her first, giving me time to escape. MM, I miss and also love you!!!! <-- (excessive punctuation))))]}.
I recently finished "robot city" by Isaac Asimov - great read, crappy ending. Asimov's human characters are so one-dimensional... but his ideas are pretty sweet, especially considering that he wrote it all in like, 1562 A.D. Okay, I'm exxagerating: he wrote in 341 B.C. The fundamental point: I like robots. Robots kick much ass. You can keep your vampires and your bar Harbour - Robots are my anti-drug.
Juggling report: i got hella mad scarf juggling skills. Tomorrow: Apples - DUN DUN DUN!
All right, when I talk about juggling, you know I've bottomed out. Signing off. Current Mood: I am a pig's nose!(extra hole)
|Tuesday, May 17th, 2005|
|Do I need to be saved? Survey says...:
In accordance with my Sex-Bride Mai-Mae's wishes, I will bold the warning flags that apply to me to determine if my soul needs saving.-Frequently wears black clothing.
(Holy shit do I ever, and I do it just to honor Satan, too!)
-Wears band and/or rock t-shirts. (Ooh, music, the sensuous pathway to Satan that we're no fucking good at!)
-Wears excessive black eye makeup, lipstick or nail polish. (All clear on this one.)-Wears any odd silver jewelry or symbols.
(I used to wear a ring with a skull on it, until I saw what it looked like and threw it off a bridge)
-Shows an interest in piercings or tattoos. (More like a morbind curiosity at why anyone would get one - BAM! that's right - I went there.)-Listens to gothic or any other anti-social genres of music. Marilyn Manson claims to be the anti-Christ, and publicly speaks against the Lord. Please discard any such albums IMMEDIATELY.
(I did once own a Marily Manson CD, but that was back when I thought it was cool to do that. I am fond of saying, though - "the only thing dumber than a Christian is a Satan-Worshipper")-Associates with other people that dress, act or speak eccentrically.
(Holy fuck, this is like, a perfect description of me. I'm pretty eccentric - off-the-wall humour, spontaneous love of life... all the stuff God hates.)-Shows a declining interest in wholesome activities, such as: the Bible, prayer, church or sports.
(These are a few of the things I would least like to do. Ironically, I guess this is what I can exect to have to do forever in Hell - kinda funny! Also, a declining interest would require me to have had one in the first place.)-Shows an increasing interest in death, vampires, magic, the occult, witchcraft or anything else that involves Satan.
(I like robots.)
-Takes drugs. (I pay for them fair and square.)-Drinks alcohol.
(What, like, AT ALL?)-Is suicidal and/or depressed.
(Not anymore - if you want attention, kids, just make a macaroni drawing and give it to your parents. They love that shit a lot more than depression.)
-Cuts, burns, hurts or partakes in any other method of self-mutilation. This is a Satanic ritual that uses pain to detract from the light of God and His love. Please seek immediate attention for this at your local mental health center. (Kids, please, PLEASE just write your mom a poem or something, this shit is not going to help.)-Complains of boredom.
("Not to be mistaken for a sign of a healthy, active mind; no healthy mind could grow bored of prayer, sports and church!)-Sleeps too excessively or too little.
(Awake at 10:00PM, breakfast at 11, Lunch at 2 Am, Supper at 6:00, back in bed by noon. - last year in Res.)-Is excessively awake during the night.
(What did I just say?)-Demands an unusual amount of privacy.
("A child who won't do their sinful bathroom business in front of their parents and/or priest is a lost child.")-Spends large amounts of time alone.
(You know, reading BOOKS and THINKING. Go play some football, son.)-Requests time alone and quietness. This is so that your chid may speak to evil sprits through meditation.
(Yeah right - like you'd ever catch me meditating. If I wanted to stop thinking, I'd go enjoy some prayer and sports, thanks very much.)-Insists on spending time with friends while unaccompanied by an adult.
(No comment.)-Disregards authority figures; teachers, priests, nuns and elders are but a few examples of this.
(Well, I like to think that I give everyone a chance to earn my respect, so I don't go in for the whole "authority figure" thing.)
-Misbehaves at school.
-Misbehaves at home.
-Eats excessively or too little-Eats goth-related foods. Count Dracula cereal is an example of this.
(I don't really like count chocula, but when your religion is afraid of a chocolate cartoon cereal mascot, that's a good sign that your religion is crap.)
-Drinks blood or expresses an interest in drinking blood. Vampires believe this is how to attain Satan. This act is very dangerous and should be stopped immediately. (Holy fuck, just three more litres and I'll ATTAIN SATAN!)-Watches cable television or any other corrupted media sources. Ask your local church for proper programs that your child may watch.
(Well, something that the church and I can agree on - Cable TV is a cesspool of shit. Of course, it's still nowhere near what your church would reccommend.)-Plays videos games that contains violence or role-playing nature.
("None a' that 'imagination' bullshit - them kids gotta know the hard facts of life - like the Magical man we worship named Jesus, or the fact that we was created in a day by a huge invisible white man.")-Uses the internet excessively and frequently makes time for the computer.
("If you can devine the unholy secrets of the computer-box, then endavour forthwith to shut it off. But be forewarned: this contraption of Satan is wily, and will resist the commands of the faithful, lo, in its complexity and tiny buttons that don't respond to yelling and hitting.")
-Makes Satanic symbols and/or violently shakes head to music. (Shakes head to music? what the fuck?)
-Dances to music in a provocative or sexual manner. (not much chance of that with me!)-Expresses an interest in sex.
(Only once, from age 5 until now.)
-Is homosexual and/or bisexual. (God wants you to bump your penis against a hardened lump of cervical mucus inside a woman's vagina, and God WILL see this happen! God didn't create this little "porno network" world for himself in order to see queers going at it! God likes "Mature Housewives"!)-Pursues dangerous cult religions. Such include: Satanism, Scientology, Philosophy, Paganism, Wicca, Hinduism and Buddhism.
(This is funny on two counts: one, "philosphy" as a religion - they might as well have called it "rationality" and put "Atheism" in parentheses. Also, the fact that the Christians warn people about cult religions - it's too rich.)
-Wears pins, stickers or anything else that contains these various phrases: "I'm so gothic, I'm dead", "woe is me", "I'm a goth". (Like I said, kids: macaroni drawings. Don't be a fucking goth.)
-Claims to be a goth. ( See above)
Well, that was fun. Current Mood: SATAN
|Monday, May 16th, 2005|
|Sunday, May 15th, 2005|
Today I made progress with the juggling scaves that Dad and I bought.
Juggling scarves are soft, transparent fabric, about one square foot in size, made to fall slowly. These are used as an introductory form of juggling, as they are slightly easier to catch and allow for more immediate results. I've been having a lot of fun with them, after a little initial difficulty, and mixing in some phat trixx as well. I'm working on jugging facecloths now at the end of day 2 of practice. For those of you who, like myself, are jugging-impaired, I hihgly reccommend picking up a set of juggling scarves.
It is so easy to get started, and once you have the pattern, a little more practice and you can juggles balls. Piece of cake.
My long-term plan is to be able to juggle balls, and also three pairs of boxer shorts, bear with me.
No luck in the job-hunt. I'm guiltilly admitting that I have not made anywhere near enough effort on that front. I guess I'm not used to having to work in Toronto, since I always spend the holidays here...
Well, I'll make up for it, don't you fret.
In related news, Mike, can I borrow $500 for a new suit? Current Mood: Juggle!
|Saturday, May 14th, 2005|
|God I hate waking up
So this morning I was going to get up early and get lots accomplished but as usual I stayed up late reading, (this time it was Robot City by Asimov and co.) and had a hell of a time actually awakening.
When I woke up, I recalled not one, but TWO dreams, which I will record here for posterity.
The most recent dream I had, the one right before I woke up, was a very vivid dream in which I woke up and went to the washroom (My bedroom was the one here in T.O. but the washroom was the one from Fredericton), but when I looked in the mirror, I saw that my face had changed shape entirely, my hair was now bleached blond (verging on white), my eyes were a very pale, striking blue, and I had white hair all over my face. It looked like something had scared me so badly that all my hair suddenly went ten shades whiter and I inexplicably grew a half-inch of beard overnight. I wasn't shocked or revolted by this, just annoyed that I would have to shave all this facial hair off and get used to a new hair colour, and curious to find out what had scared me. Then I woke up for real and was hella confused.
The other dream, which was much cooler, cast me as a vigilante cowboy in the wild west. This whole dream was like a movie, with the colours faded sandy gray and me seeing the action in third person, from changing angles. The dream opens with me holding the corpse of my Exotic Belle from the East, Mai-Mae, shot to death by my arch-enemy, old man with a mustache and a gunfighter outfit. I pick up her long oriental silk scraf and solemnly stand up, brushing a single tear from my dust-covered face, now set in the hard lines of revenge.
Just then, the scene changes to a shot from across the street - my nemesis, who I will henceforth refer to as "Jim", is at the saloon window, levelling a rifle at my back. Just as he squeezes the trigger, I see him in the corner of my eye and dive aside. His shot cuts the air above my head and I roll to the wall.
I'm not wearing my brace of pistols, so all I have is the long, red, silk scarf. Mai-Mae kept it weighted, so as to better please her customers and defend herself from rough fellas. I wrap it around my knuckles and listen carefully.
Jim steps out onto the sandy street, advancing slowly. He knows I ain't got my guns, or I'd be shootin' back. I count his steps. When he's five feet from the window, I throw myself through it, rolling through the shattered glass onto the street and swingin' my scarf at that rifle. It wraps the barrel and pulls it out of Jim's hands. Jim lets it go and steps forward to clock me with a hard right. We tumble along the deserted street, tradin' punches. Then Jim and I both realize that he's wearin' his gun, a big nasty six shooter from them wessyn' boys, kinda gun you'd use to put down a horse from twenty paces.
Jim goes for it. I try to stop him, but he's quick and he clocks me good. I roll away and Jim takes a wild shot, quick as a rattler, and it's a miracle that he misses. I still got the scarf around my arm. I take a swing at him, aimin' for the gun again. But Jim's quick - he sees it comin'. He lets the scarf wrap his piece, then gives it a hard yank, ta pull the scarf outta my hands and finsih me off.
But Jim don't know the strength a man can find when he's settlin' a score like this one.
My grip holds, and I throw myself into his pull, launchin' me at him like a starvin' coyote. I knock him down and we roll over and over in the dirt.
His hog's leg lands off to the side, an' when we settle he starts a-goin' for it. But I'm ready. I grab the scarf and wrap it around that varmint's neck and tighten it with the strength of the Devil himself. Silk is strong stuff - them Oree-yennals'll swear by it. Well, I Jim found out just how strong it was, when the man who's holdin' it has got it round the neck of his woman's killer. He found out real good.
I dropped him where he was, when I knew it was done. His face was a purple darker than the scarf. I tied a knot in it, around his neck, and left him there in the dirt.
The dream ends with me walking toward the setting sun, without a trace of a smile on my face.
So anyway, I think this will make a great short film, call me! Current Mood: yeap.
|Friday, May 13th, 2005|
|Thursday, May 12th, 2005|
I just love that little guy!
Achewood is a great series, thanks again to our returning person I talk about on my LJ, Yonah.
Also, in recent news, Kristin needs a government e-mail buddy.
can someone help Kristin out?
Every day, Kristin loses dozens of hairs as they reach their maximum length and fall off of her head.
For just pennies a minute, you can keep Kristin covered in a full head of hair that, rather than remaining stagnant, with the same average amount of hair per day, will slowly expand until she can't fit into a car because her hair will be huge.
This is obviously a worthy cause. Send me some money today.
There, I hope you're happy.
In related news, I can't seem to write anything on an LJ that doesn't somehow reflect badly on me. Like when I talked about Ayn Rand, I didn't notice at the time, but it looks like I'm an idiot and I got brainwashed by Ayn Rand and it's like the only important thing I can write about.
Also, I've notice that my use of punctuation is slowing down and fairly soon ill be an internet idiot who does not use any friggin punctations and pluralizes words that should not be plurals and uses all these run on sentences and forgets quotation marks and is like dood why are u talking in runons all the time and your like dood go to school and shit and im like fuk no bitch.
So anyway, you all know my in real life, please understand that I am not as much of a tool as LiveJournal makes me out to be. I think I may have, like, stepped on a turtle that belonged to the Livejournal site or something, because it is out to get me.
Although their font is great for dry humour, not like the stupid one on the official splinter cell message board http://forums.ubi.com/eve/ubb.x?a=frm&s=400102&f=899100304
where I have spent an incredible amount of time also making an ass of myself.
So, in closing, if you want to turn your unfinished basement into a work of Kristin-style ART, buy my book, "Up with the Underground"! I promise* that it will probably definitely not brainwash you into becoming a leftist revolutionary in, um, paraguay!
*Lies. Current Mood: Pimecone?
|Wednesday, May 11th, 2005|
Ever since I finished Altas Shurgged by Ayn Rand, I feel that I'm a changed man. Altas shurgged, while completely insane, has many valid and fascinating arguments. I highly reccommend it to anyone who is interested in economics, philosophy, science, leftism, rightism, religion, love, guilt, or trains.
One of the key principles argued for in Atlas shurgged is that we should love people (and expect to be loved BY people) not for our weaknesses, but for our virtues. Don't expect people to love you "because you need it" - but because you are worthy of love. If you aren't, it's within your power to do so. Plus, now I don't just go around spitting on captialism - Atlas Shurgged is a moving, well written, and above all logical defense of capitalism (has a few holes, though).
In more recent news, I'm spending this summer in TORONTO, and getting a summer job here! that's right folks, but I've given up on my little minimum-wage clerk job in Fredericton. They weren't willing to pay me the salary I feel I can earn, so I'm here in the gib city, makin' it on my own! Of course, I'm having a hell of a time finding a job that doesn't involve prostitution, carjacking, or "boilerizin'" my neighbors, but I'm working on it.
Mai-Mae the human (not Cat Mai-Mae, who lives here in T.O.) was visiting for two nights, I mean, three days recently, and now that she's gone I feel a gaping void where she was. MM! I miss you! When I find work, I will send for you and the spores!
Anyway, I feel like such a burden here without work, so when I'm wracked with pride/guilt I clean the house and wash dishes here, just, on a whim, to try to earn my keep. This is funny, you see, because my father is like the least likely person on earth to ask me to "earn my keep", and pay rent and what have you. But that just makes me feel more virtuous about it.
Anyway, I've been rounding off my philosophical readings with some Ayn Rand, who is like Neitzsche but BETTER with regard to not just spouting off a bunch of incomprehensible bullshit and calling it a theorem. Of course, she skips a lot of steps, and she's kind of scary, but at least I understand her points and arguments. Plus, she supports the propagation of the mind over the body and ESPECIALLY the spirit, which has always been my philosophy but I have never seen it expressed so explicitly and defensibly.
Here's a nice semi-quote (I don't feel like looking it up, so I'm trying to remember it) that I liked:
"Who has really overcome the material world? The Mystic who works twelve hours a day to find food and shelter and dies of disease at age 40, or the Man who sleeps in a warm, inner-spring mattress, travels a hundred miles in a day, buys a week's food with a day's work, and gets electricity at the flick of a switch (and is only getting better at these things?)"
Innnnn other news, I've given up all my video gaming while I'm here in the big city, sine I decided to leave my Xbox and Snes behind. It's been a little tough, but reading and message boards like this one have taken up the slack pretty nicely. I hope I get into the habit of keeping this updated, but we've all seen how that worked out. And of course, I'm not working any jokes in unless I feel like it. You vultures don't OWN me! Especially you, Matthew Dicks! That slavery contract has a loophole in it, aha!... and you told me I would get a lifetime supply of Tootsie Rolls... where's the line, man, where's the line.
Oh yeah, I was hanging out with my old pal Yonah Lewis, this really hip guy with amazing skills int he visual arts (including MOVIES, be it editing or directing or NOT ACTING ;) (Just kidding, Yonah, but remember 13-C? - oh wait, I'm the worst actor IN that movie... never mind.) and we found an old VHS copy of the movie we had made a few years ago, one enchanted summer. So we digitally remastered it, with an awesome openening credit sequence with footage from Terminator 2, Pi, and the blockbuster action hit Equilibrium. We spiffed up the sound effects and added an audio commentary (as per audio commentary convention, one of us was drunk, and the other had just divorced his spouse when we recorded it). We're gonna polish it off and sell DVD's to suckers and claim it's a Paula Abdul Workout video.
All right, signing off, catch you later, everyone who hasn't removed me from their friends list!
P.S: Wow, that spellchecker has found quite a few "errors"! Let's make-belive that the above article was written in a special, magical language, where what I just yped contains no errors, YOU LEECHES! Current Mood: ... WOOD CHIPPER!
|Monday, January 3rd, 2005|
|Nowlan Hill was hell on earth - watch for it in the news.
So I finally got my list time in the ComT so I could update. My right hand really hurts from when Jake stepped on it when we were running the trench jump, so if I have any spelling errors, please excuse me.
Well, I haven't been so damn miserable since BT in Fort Yorkdale, and here I'm getting even less sleep than in Boot!
When we got MO and sixth was dropped at the LZ 2 kliks sou'west of Nowlan, we were briefed that it would be light-to-platoon-level occ, with militia training. turns out when we got within VizDis that the god damn Shiks had hummers on patrol and at least two scout rifles. It's a good thing the riflemen weren't staked twenty degrees westward, because we would have been taking opfire for four hundred feet of approach. thank god we had optional LAVS, because if the H-420 hadn't bailed us out, we would have been pinned withing feasible explosives range. After the Bailey showed up, we just swept behind it and took the hill point to point, thanks to the cedars (which they should really have kept cut - an op where the T's don't have cover is an op that's half over) and got them to surrender their weapons - and it's a good thing we had the bailey, because those guys were scared and they wouldn't have backed down without an H-fore in their faces. I saw the CO is batshit - the intel on this one must have been taken by a fucking blind guy.
Anyway, it's my twenty, so I have to get to mess or I go to bed hungry ; )
I'll post again as soon as I clear it with the CD. Current Mood: relieved
|Thursday, September 9th, 2004|
I suspect that this quiz automatically assigns
"sexual addiction" for anyone under 30. Let me know if this checks out. Current Mood: Cleveland?