So I'm back at uni. There's this Macfest thing going on for the first week back. Bands and stuff. Upon first glance: pretty crap, but I have discovered why there are so few stalls. A man trying to recruit people for paintball (the overrated sport of pent-up aggressives, psychos and our proud army) explained that a stall for non-union corporations like his would cost in the area of $800. That's per day.
Anyway, I'm not complaining, I got free doughnuts. I bite into it and turn immediately saying "Holy crap, you guys have to have one, these are the best things ever". And the doughnut girl gives me this knowing, "good, another one converted" look.
Oh, Macquarie has a course called Japanese Manga and Personal Identity. Eat your hearts out all the anime freaks* I know. If only I could work out what the appeal of manga is. Then I'd be set.
*It's a term of endearment, I swear.
Sunday Jess and I went shopping. I'm very glad she came. I hate shopping. I hate it. No man enjoys shopping. Any who says he does is mistaken, a liar or has that condition with the extra female chromosome- that I can't spell.
Whilst there we saw Hoodwinked. Yeah, I'd never heard of it either. But it was a $6 ticket and went to charity.
It's a digitally animated comedy for kids. Good portions of it were intensely unfunny, only made worse by the fact the girls next to us (not kids either) laughed at anything, including when THE TITLE OF THE FILM APPEARED. Not to mention the man of about 30 yrs in front of us who cacked himself at the flat pop culture jokes.
Yes. I will decide what's funny and what's not. Anyway, if you do go to the movies and Superman isn't showing, you probably won't regret seeing it. Look out for the goat. Oh man I love that goat.
On Saturday I roadtripped to the Blue Mountains for a picnic. So that was pretty awesome. And awesomely pretty, in fact. It took a lot of organisation on Jacqui's part, which we appreciate. And thanks to Emma too for getting up so early to come.
Basically what I'm saying is forget the "ExplorerLink" or whatever the crap CityRail is trying to pitch at you. Because that's ridiculous. By car all you have to pay is petrol.
There's plenty more to say but Glass House is on momementarily. So I'm going to press Publish now, ok? Ok.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
This was supposed to be posted yesterday.
Ok, who wants to be linked to? I'm going to put back all the people I had on the last journal, and more! But if you have a blog and I don't know, shout at me.
Oh man, what an awesome day it's been. These holidays have been pretty superb as far as social events go. My throat is sore, I've been singing all day. There was karaoke.
But Pandora just keeps being awesomely random.
Heliopolis by Night
Jen invited me to this DVD/games night thing the other day. I've been looking for one of those stupid quizzes just to answer that question they always have: "When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you might puke"... or something along those lines.... I dunno. Point is, the search came to no avail, so I'm just going say: that was some funny crap.
Big ups for awesome uni people!
I'm not even sure what that means!
So, it seems that as time has passed my bedroom has become nerd headquarters.
That should not be there. Those are cards. They belong in a card game.
Also! I've decided my long hair's number is up! That number being, like, 3 on the buzzing-hair-cut-thingie. Mhmm. As I don't plan to cultivate flowing-lockiness again for many a year, I think I need photos of it. By some undefined hair-cut point next week.
I've seen Pirates2, it's awesome. I'm not feeling critic mode. So I'll just say it was more farsical. More humour but less... point. Captain Jack has more screentime and steals the show again but I was wary of his new morals.
Yes, uni results are out! No, I haven't checked! Because, I just don't feel like it!
Let's do things soon, everyone. Holidays are over after next week.
That's some MYRIAD shit, right there. Nothing uncommentable. We're going for more than zero this time around!
Oh man, what an awesome day it's been. These holidays have been pretty superb as far as social events go. My throat is sore, I've been singing all day. There was karaoke.
But Pandora just keeps being awesomely random.
Heliopolis by Night
One thing I was sleeping, then I was taken high
Through the veil of darkness that is stretched across the sky
And though I could see nothing I heard a voice say this-
"Enter flight co-ordinates for Heliopolis"
A beautiful, unusual sight, Heliopolis by night
Bathed in golden shimmering light, Heliopolis by night
We sailed beyond the first hour to the place they called their home
Words could not describe to you the things that I was shown
And though I was so far away not one thing did I miss
Safe among my friends in golden Heliopolis
A beautiful, unusual sight, Heliopolis by night
Bathed in golden shimmering light, Heliopolis by night
A beautiful, unusual sight, Heliopolis by night
Everything will be alright, Heliopolis by night
Well, the reason why they took me was something I never learned
But my body lay there sleeping when I finally returned
The lover who I left behind awoke me with a kiss
And asked where I had been-I answered "Heliopolis"
Jen invited me to this DVD/games night thing the other day. I've been looking for one of those stupid quizzes just to answer that question they always have: "When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you might puke"... or something along those lines.... I dunno. Point is, the search came to no avail, so I'm just going say: that was some funny crap.
Big ups for awesome uni people!
I'm not even sure what that means!
So, it seems that as time has passed my bedroom has become nerd headquarters.
That should not be there. Those are cards. They belong in a card game.
Also! I've decided my long hair's number is up! That number being, like, 3 on the buzzing-hair-cut-thingie. Mhmm. As I don't plan to cultivate flowing-lockiness again for many a year, I think I need photos of it. By some undefined hair-cut point next week.
I've seen Pirates2, it's awesome. I'm not feeling critic mode. So I'll just say it was more farsical. More humour but less... point. Captain Jack has more screentime and steals the show again but I was wary of his new morals.
Yes, uni results are out! No, I haven't checked! Because, I just don't feel like it!
Let's do things soon, everyone. Holidays are over after next week.
That's some MYRIAD shit, right there. Nothing uncommentable. We're going for more than zero this time around!
Monday, July 10, 2006
Think of an acronym, it can't express it
Yep. Well, what can I say? Not blog entries apparently!
But here we go again! Those who have subscribed with RSS will get a little surprise.
So there've been ups. There've been downs. Life's a rollercoaster and all that shite. I'm not going to rehash, but I will note the worst of it here: My dog, possibly the best animal in the world, passed away last monday. May she rest in peace.
So we'll pick up from this weekend. Well, in the wee hours of saturday I was still in the city because Kath had brought me along to see her friend's band play. The band we came to see weren't bad, but I was really impressed by the first band of the night. In my previous journal (defunct) I spoke about the Hungarian suicide song which was translated to become Gloomy Sunday, a slow, melodic song every eerie-voiced songstress worth her salt has sung. They did a punk version! OMG! Acronyms cannot express my delight! So cool! Well I was probly the only one who thought so. But you know me. Or alternatively, you didn't know me and now you're sort of getting the hang of me.
In conclusion, just cos you're punk-verging-on-emo doesn't make you unawesome. Far from it.
Another thing that amused me. When we arrived I surveyed the room, as you do if you don't want to: get lost, meet people you know (too slow on that front, chick from my Italian class turns out to be there) or generally get hit by flying objects. And there was a really lost looking bloke wandering around, he looked so out of place and anxious to either meet someone he knows or just bolt. Turns out he was the lead singer of one of the bands. You just don't know. You just don't know.
Stupidest story ever?
Shut up.
Emma was here yesterday. We were plotting and scheming. Ideas for future D&D campaigns. Wicked ideas. Mwahahaha!
Then we ate a lot of pizza.
Ooh. So, Jess (living it up in Perth; no Jess and no Chris make Tom something something) leant me a whole bunch of RPG's.
Temple of Elemental Evil is like a drug. I can't stop playing it. (This isn't to say drugs are a game. Drugs are still bad. But RPG's are so good.) Though it can never live up to Baldur's Gate.
SpellForce looked promising. Until recruiting workers involved putting a "Worker Rune" into a monument and waiting for one to be summoned. Give some dude a pickaxe for godsake- and voila. And don't get me started on "Aria", the glowing liquid to be harvested (in conjuction with an appropriate rune) to recruit a priest. DELETED! On the plus side, epic opening movie.
Sacred was similarly promising. There are some games where I just step back and go "hm. This is really well programmed." This is one of those games. It's a pity it's a complete knock-off of Diablo. At least Diablo was compelling. If you're going to do a knock-off, you've got to make it MORE, not A GREAT DEAL LESS, interesting. ...But in this one you can ride a horse! So, I might come back to it. Oh, I assume you eventually start fighting demons, but at the beginning you're defending yourself from theives. Which quickly becomes the mass slaughter of theives. It's a nice touch how you can CHOP THEIR LIMBS OFF and watch blood spray forth, puddling around their corpse. WHAT IS THAT?
I've yet to try Bard's Tale or Arcanum.
In other news. If you like Fall Out Boy or hate Fall Out Boy or generally like arbitrary things go here. There seems to be a serial number in that link so it might not work after a while. Who knows. (Thanks to Lucy for pointing my browser at this.)
Oh man, I remember journalling now. Yikes. Just out of curiosity, is "pointlesser" a word?
But here we go again! Those who have subscribed with RSS will get a little surprise.
So there've been ups. There've been downs. Life's a rollercoaster and all that shite. I'm not going to rehash, but I will note the worst of it here: My dog, possibly the best animal in the world, passed away last monday. May she rest in peace.
So we'll pick up from this weekend. Well, in the wee hours of saturday I was still in the city because Kath had brought me along to see her friend's band play. The band we came to see weren't bad, but I was really impressed by the first band of the night. In my previous journal (defunct) I spoke about the Hungarian suicide song which was translated to become Gloomy Sunday, a slow, melodic song every eerie-voiced songstress worth her salt has sung. They did a punk version! OMG! Acronyms cannot express my delight! So cool! Well I was probly the only one who thought so. But you know me. Or alternatively, you didn't know me and now you're sort of getting the hang of me.
In conclusion, just cos you're punk-verging-on-emo doesn't make you unawesome. Far from it.
Another thing that amused me. When we arrived I surveyed the room, as you do if you don't want to: get lost, meet people you know (too slow on that front, chick from my Italian class turns out to be there) or generally get hit by flying objects. And there was a really lost looking bloke wandering around, he looked so out of place and anxious to either meet someone he knows or just bolt. Turns out he was the lead singer of one of the bands. You just don't know. You just don't know.
Stupidest story ever?
Shut up.
Emma was here yesterday. We were plotting and scheming. Ideas for future D&D campaigns. Wicked ideas. Mwahahaha!
Then we ate a lot of pizza.
Ooh. So, Jess (living it up in Perth; no Jess and no Chris make Tom something something) leant me a whole bunch of RPG's.
Temple of Elemental Evil is like a drug. I can't stop playing it. (This isn't to say drugs are a game. Drugs are still bad. But RPG's are so good.) Though it can never live up to Baldur's Gate.
SpellForce looked promising. Until recruiting workers involved putting a "Worker Rune" into a monument and waiting for one to be summoned. Give some dude a pickaxe for godsake- and voila. And don't get me started on "Aria", the glowing liquid to be harvested (in conjuction with an appropriate rune) to recruit a priest. DELETED! On the plus side, epic opening movie.
Sacred was similarly promising. There are some games where I just step back and go "hm. This is really well programmed." This is one of those games. It's a pity it's a complete knock-off of Diablo. At least Diablo was compelling. If you're going to do a knock-off, you've got to make it MORE, not A GREAT DEAL LESS, interesting. ...But in this one you can ride a horse! So, I might come back to it. Oh, I assume you eventually start fighting demons, but at the beginning you're defending yourself from theives. Which quickly becomes the mass slaughter of theives. It's a nice touch how you can CHOP THEIR LIMBS OFF and watch blood spray forth, puddling around their corpse. WHAT IS THAT?
I've yet to try Bard's Tale or Arcanum.
In other news. If you like Fall Out Boy or hate Fall Out Boy or generally like arbitrary things go here. There seems to be a serial number in that link so it might not work after a while. Who knows. (Thanks to Lucy for pointing my browser at this.)
Oh man, I remember journalling now. Yikes. Just out of curiosity, is "pointlesser" a word?
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Entree
Ha ha ha. Yeeeeeah. Been a bit busy, ya see.
Just letting you know I am alive and well and there are real updates to come! Soon!
Meantime- the meme that Jess, Greg and I built:
Just letting you know I am alive and well and there are real updates to come! Soon!
Meantime- the meme that Jess, Greg and I built:
- Pineapple (T/F)?
Well, you're really asking 2 questions there, but True to both. - Your opinion on emos?
I judge that on an emo by emo basis. - And the word "emos"?
Suitably degrading yet strange enough to confound the elderly. - How many emos does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Two. One to change it, one to contemplate bleeding from bulb shards. - Why are we picking on emos?
Style of the day. - Favourite Magic card (if you don't like Magic, make something up)?
Giant Tortoise - Favorite US county and why?
Mordor. That's one, right? - If you were to design a new emoticon, what would it be?
Sad face. Really sad face. A little ASCII visage of such despair, upon seeing it you will never be the same again. - If you were to design an internet quiz, what would your next question be?
"Which way to the restroom, sir or madam?" - Wordy, word?
You make a good point. - Was it as good for you as it was for me?
It's not over yet, my friend! - Who do you think will do this quiz?
The brave or the stupid. - Are you a start menu at the top or start menu at the bottom type of person?
It has to be at the bottom. Things start at the bottom. It's the natural order. - What is you favorite Trap door character?
The best damn talking skull there is, Boni. (Correct spelling according to the internets). Hamlet might not have gone on that insane rampage if he had this guy around instead. - So what music player do you use?
FooBar! It's so nifty. Hamlet might not have gone on that insane rampage if he had this player for his Dido instead. - Yes?
Unquestionably. - At what point of the nursery rhyme "Over the Hills and Far Away" (the one about ducks) do you get fed up?
After about 3 ducks. - Who do you think wrote this question?
I know who wrote this question! I can't tell you! That would undermine the integrity of this very professional meme we have here. - Provide a paragraph describing the ugliest thing you can see.
That would be the newspaper that I've left open on my desk. It's a story I have no interest in reading about an author who uses his next book to defame his exwife or some malarchy. As if the text wasn't ugly enough, the big close up on his face ain't gonna win any photography awards. - What time is it according to the clock that is least accurate in your current location?
1.18am - What other websites do you have open (do not censor)? If you don't have any others open, what was the last site you visited?
Yahoo, deviantArt, SEEK, "Boni Trapdoor - Google Image Search", WotC Forum, Hotmail. - Vegemite or Monkey Paste?
Vegemite. It tastes great. Well, no, that's a lie. But I like eating it anyway. - Boom or Bust?
BOOOOOM! - Stop or Reset?
Stop. Right now. Thankyouverymuch. - Inclusive or Exclusive?
Exclusive. - Bicubic Interpolation or Cygwin Ports?
The first one. - Can you believe its not butter?
Yes! And I have the bicubic interpolations to prove it. - Are you trapped?
Sometimes. - Do you need assistance?
Often. - Google or Yahoooooooo!?
Constantly. - Who is your favourite Teen Girl (of the Teen Girl Squad)?
Whats-her-face. - Did you just Google the last question? Coz I think you did.
You were wrong. You're losing your touch!
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Rain of flames isn't an easy thing.
So there's this horrible, horrible invention on the Blogger mainpage that scrolls through random links to all the people updating their blogs. And I have had no choice but to open every one of them until the stability of my broswer was put in jeapardy. Following random links is great. Don't -quite- remember how I got here, though.
So that's what I've been doing with my afternoon. You?
One of my assignments previously due this saturday was set back 24 hours. And for some reason this has flicked the "oh well, won't start for 24 more hours" switch in my brain.
I'm doomed.
I'm blogging again in earnest... I think. Do not be surprised if I give it a miss every other fortnight. Let the madness BEGIN!
I really just want to do some of those quizzes, now that my previous versions thereof have been eradicated. For today, we'll be revisiting what FooBar2000 thinks of me. Given playlist changes, maybe there's been some re-evaluation.
I doubt anything will beat Jess's: "What's my favourite fetish? Dead Gardens - Nightwish" though.
What do you think of me, FooBar?
Rain of a Thousand Flames - Rhapsody
Oh. Well. I'm bringing the apocalypse. You bring the chips.
Will I have a happy life?
Sweet Surrender - Sarah McLachlan
So you mean I give up and then everything turns out alright? That's... melancholy.
What do my friends really think of me?
Rapid Hope Loss - Dashboard Confessional
OH. DEAR. Guys! Don't give up on me just yet! Things aren't going well so far.
Do people secretly lust after me?
Get Gotten - Ben Lee
Haha. Hear that, stalkers? Now's your chance!
How can I make myself happy?
Such Great Heights - Iron and Wine
Great amounts of iron and wine. Check. That must be the ultimate diet.
What should I do with my life?
Trying to Impress the Bargirl - Tripod
Haha! Spend my time being a sleazy, flirting drunk then? Check.
Why must life be so full of pain?
Apocalypse Please - Muse
Listen, I'm working on it. Rain of flames isn't an easy thing.
How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
Sexy - Black Eyed Peas
Don't be a smartarse.
Will I ever have children?
Lothlorien - Nightwish
So, elven children? Or maybe... eleven children?
Will I die happy?
Elsewhere - Sarah McLachlan
Oh, well that's a given. Worst. suburbs. ever.
Can you give me some advice?
The White Tree - London Oratory School Scholars
Yes, once again, your wisdom is too cryptic. Better advice? Winding Road - Bonnie Somerville.
You're absolutely right. Take it as it comes, you can't see far ahead.
What do you think happiness is?
Touched - Vast
Oh, you dirty thang. And not just touched. But VASTLY touched.
What's my favourite fetish?
Buskers - Tripod
Haha. I don't think so. They're generally smelly and obnoxious. But maybe I just don't frequent the Harbour on the right days.
I just read an article on SMH where people again complain about how they're teaching English, calling for the PM to stop the "post-modern rubbish" and bring back some Shakespeare. Guess what? Students are sick to death of Shakespeare. The Bard pokes his stupid, pencil-sketched head up every year. And while the debate rages on, let me tell you: Shakespeare is simply not as relevant as it could be. If anything, we have to prune the Shakepeare components. And embrace the marvellous post-modern nonsense. But anyways, what a dumb issue. Someone get the activists to focus on sperlling.
Speaking of post-modern nonsense with reduced Shakepeare components (by which I mean- that whole paragraph was just a segue), I saw She's the Man with my sister the other day. I love Amanda Bynes. People say Jim Carrey and Steve Martin have got good facial expressions. They got nuthin. All this, and I enjoy Twelfth Night, it's one of the funniest plays.
So together these facts make it a wholly enjoyable movie. Well, when I say wholly, the denouement after typical football-stadium plot-revelation is pretty much a downhill slide. But up until then I laughed so loudly that I threatened the inconspicuousness that my sister held paramount at seeing said movie.
4 outta 5 fake sideburns. Stop taking yourself so seriously, SEE IT ALREADY!
Who can suggest a good movie to see next cheapo tuesday? Noting Ice Age [1] was not even a good CHILDREN's movie and V for Vendetta doesn't pique my interest at all.
So that's what I've been doing with my afternoon. You?
One of my assignments previously due this saturday was set back 24 hours. And for some reason this has flicked the "oh well, won't start for 24 more hours" switch in my brain.
I'm doomed.
I'm blogging again in earnest... I think. Do not be surprised if I give it a miss every other fortnight. Let the madness BEGIN!
I really just want to do some of those quizzes, now that my previous versions thereof have been eradicated. For today, we'll be revisiting what FooBar2000 thinks of me. Given playlist changes, maybe there's been some re-evaluation.
I doubt anything will beat Jess's: "What's my favourite fetish? Dead Gardens - Nightwish" though.
What do you think of me, FooBar?
Rain of a Thousand Flames - Rhapsody
Oh. Well. I'm bringing the apocalypse. You bring the chips.
Will I have a happy life?
Sweet Surrender - Sarah McLachlan
So you mean I give up and then everything turns out alright? That's... melancholy.
What do my friends really think of me?
Rapid Hope Loss - Dashboard Confessional
OH. DEAR. Guys! Don't give up on me just yet! Things aren't going well so far.
Do people secretly lust after me?
Get Gotten - Ben Lee
Haha. Hear that, stalkers? Now's your chance!
How can I make myself happy?
Such Great Heights - Iron and Wine
Great amounts of iron and wine. Check. That must be the ultimate diet.
What should I do with my life?
Trying to Impress the Bargirl - Tripod
Haha! Spend my time being a sleazy, flirting drunk then? Check.
Why must life be so full of pain?
Apocalypse Please - Muse
Listen, I'm working on it. Rain of flames isn't an easy thing.
How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
Sexy - Black Eyed Peas
Don't be a smartarse.
Will I ever have children?
Lothlorien - Nightwish
So, elven children? Or maybe... eleven children?
Will I die happy?
Elsewhere - Sarah McLachlan
Oh, well that's a given. Worst. suburbs. ever.
Can you give me some advice?
The White Tree - London Oratory School Scholars
Yes, once again, your wisdom is too cryptic. Better advice? Winding Road - Bonnie Somerville.
You're absolutely right. Take it as it comes, you can't see far ahead.
What do you think happiness is?
Touched - Vast
Oh, you dirty thang. And not just touched. But VASTLY touched.
What's my favourite fetish?
Buskers - Tripod
Haha. I don't think so. They're generally smelly and obnoxious. But maybe I just don't frequent the Harbour on the right days.
I just read an article on SMH where people again complain about how they're teaching English, calling for the PM to stop the "post-modern rubbish" and bring back some Shakespeare. Guess what? Students are sick to death of Shakespeare. The Bard pokes his stupid, pencil-sketched head up every year. And while the debate rages on, let me tell you: Shakespeare is simply not as relevant as it could be. If anything, we have to prune the Shakepeare components. And embrace the marvellous post-modern nonsense. But anyways, what a dumb issue. Someone get the activists to focus on sperlling.
Speaking of post-modern nonsense with reduced Shakepeare components (by which I mean- that whole paragraph was just a segue), I saw She's the Man with my sister the other day. I love Amanda Bynes. People say Jim Carrey and Steve Martin have got good facial expressions. They got nuthin. All this, and I enjoy Twelfth Night, it's one of the funniest plays.
So together these facts make it a wholly enjoyable movie. Well, when I say wholly, the denouement after typical football-stadium plot-revelation is pretty much a downhill slide. But up until then I laughed so loudly that I threatened the inconspicuousness that my sister held paramount at seeing said movie.
4 outta 5 fake sideburns. Stop taking yourself so seriously, SEE IT ALREADY!
Who can suggest a good movie to see next cheapo tuesday? Noting Ice Age [1] was not even a good CHILDREN's movie and V for Vendetta doesn't pique my interest at all.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
New blog, same great taste
Fear me, Internet! For I am back amongst you.
You all knew I couldn't stay away for long.
I can't have 'tranquilised' apparently. And neither can anyone else. Even me pretending to be someone else. So 'ifnotmoreso' was born.
Since the... unpleasantness... at DX, I figure my blogging may as well be omnipresent.
It's a tragedy. I only had random snippets of insanity, and I'M sad about it. Some people's LIVES were in there.
Oh the things I've done since my last DX post. Unfortunately I'm not going to report these things. I'm throwing them to the winds. 24 hours will be the cut-off for retrospectivity in this blog, I think.
But get me to tell you about the guy in the train when I see you.
Goodnight all.
You all knew I couldn't stay away for long.
I can't have 'tranquilised' apparently. And neither can anyone else. Even me pretending to be someone else. So 'ifnotmoreso' was born.
Since the... unpleasantness... at DX, I figure my blogging may as well be omnipresent.
It's a tragedy. I only had random snippets of insanity, and I'M sad about it. Some people's LIVES were in there.
Oh the things I've done since my last DX post. Unfortunately I'm not going to report these things. I'm throwing them to the winds. 24 hours will be the cut-off for retrospectivity in this blog, I think.
But get me to tell you about the guy in the train when I see you.
Goodnight all.
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