Some choice lyrical selections from the new Noosehead album:
The killer hit single: "I Will Eat Your Family".
Nowhere to run now
I WILL EAT YOUR FAMILY
Coming undone now
I WILL EAT YOUR FAMILY
Nothing can save me
I WILL EAT YOUR FAMILY
Your mommy looks tasty
*screaming*
*more screaming*
GOD DAMN MOTHER-F**KER!
*anguished screaming*
*confused screaming*
*self-aware screaming*
This is, of course, not to be mistaken for their other big hit, "I Will Eat Your EXTENDED Family".
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You must go check out Sam and Fuzzy this instant!
(oh side note, it's not about Noosehead, that is just one of the things the author has made up that I found too funny to not quote)
I am increasingly reminded that I adore music.
My sister sent me a gigantic *purple* package today (well technically she probably sent it a week or two ago but I received it today and that's what counts) which I opened *without* looking at the customs declaration, thus keeping the suprise alive. And a fine suprise it was!
Although I think I prefer normal National Geographic mags there was one of the "Traveler" specification which I assume is due to the fact that I am travelling, in a way. There was also a giant bag of twizzlers which exites me so (I am going to get coke and use the twizzlers as straws! Then I am going to pass out from a sugar high! Yay!), a crap load of gum, a toothbrush (to get rid of all the sugar that I was sent methinks? or is the crap load of gum / toothbrush supposed to be a secretly implied message regarding my breath's smell status?), Uno cards, and the latest November issue of SPIN magazine! Yay!
SPIN is what reminded me of music. So I played a bit on my gatari (which I haven't done in a while as per time restraints and no amp *tear* ) and made up a little ditty and everything. That was lovely and now I want to get all my CDs back from those who I have lent them to and listen throughout the night.
I was going to talk about the internet earlier today because sometime last night as I slowly sank deeper into the brick colored coushins in the student lounge I began to brood over it. But then it was time for NSA so I didn't post anything. Fascinating, no?
Right, so for anyone who cares to know, I am secretly cooking something up (secretly...no longer!) behind the scenes and may eventually have a new thing for you to waste countless hours at, hoping to catch a passing glimpse of the uncomprehendable brilliance of my astounding mind.
...
although it will probably be a lot more like some random crap I've made that I thought was nice that you can look at.
So anyway time for me to wrap this up, it's almost *glances at clock* 4:58pm!! Oh no!! Better rush off to make sure that I make it to the nothing that happens at 5!
*wrap*
I'm sick.
Yes, I know this is not news for the world or indeed, the world wide web, but I felt a strong urge to share.
I actually threw up on Sunday, right after breakfast. I was already feeling rather ill and decided it was in my best interest to *not* eat anything solid especially as the food isn't good to begin with. In all I had a half a cup of hot water, which I expelled to the right of the sidewalk in the grass after sitting there for what seemed like a good ten minutes.
I hate being sick. Now I am not as naseous and can keep food down but I have a splitting headache in my right temple and my eye feels like it needs to be ripped out and massaged gently or something radicaly insane like that.
I spent a good 20 minutes in the shower simply sitting there with the hot water pelting my back. That feels *great* when you are sick. Though I did start to feel guilty about the fact that I was wasting water when there are places in the world where water is in a shortage.
I think I was delirious.
Finally.
*Finally*!
After long months of frustration from seemingly unkept promises, my inbox is indeed 250mb.
Finally, I need have no worries about my rapidly filling inbox, I highly doubt I'll be able to fill 250mb soon with the average of 4kb per email.
Funny though, have you noticed that the junk mail that is being sent out now is almost 75kb on average? Bloddy junk mail never seems to disapear, this bloddy "junk mail filter" thing on MSN is pointless.
Well anyway, it's time for dinner.
There's something about listening to music that make time pointless and makes you happy, or if not happy, at least vindicated.
What is that?
There's something else about people when you are with them and talking and chatting and being happy and not getting down eachother's throats for thinking differently or caring about one aspect of politics or not that seems to give life meaning.
What *is* that?
There's something about reading anything written by someone who is above the system and seems like an outsider that seems to drain my hope and yet uplift it at the same time.
What *is* that?
There's something about randomly questioning things or conversing with "no one" at least not visible that seems to act as a release or a purge of doubt and fear.
What is *that*?
And there's something about this post that says
"THIS IS RANDOM POINTLESS DRIBBLE: DO NOT READ"
What is that?
If everyone pulls together at the last minute then there may still be a chance to elect Frickles!
Please won't everybody just think of the mudcats??
Somebody think of the mudcats!!!
Well, well, well.
So. We meet again.
And I thought you were smarter than this.
I thought you had *brains* reader, *brains*.
But no, you come and read once again.
Did you really think things would be updated?
Be honest.
In other news, Weezer = greatest band in last 10 years?
Check it out!
Had my prayer breakfast thingy today. Mmm mmm. That be good eatin'
There's not much better than cardboard toast frenchified and flat-as-pancakes waffles (circular at that!) with sum buttah and a cuppa (and don't forget orange juice).
Or am I being sarcastic? Am I? Can you tell??
That *is* a rather annoying feature of the internet; sarcasm is not an easy thing to make clear.
OK, anyway.
So...the polls...yeah...*cough*
In other news, NEW WEBCOMIC!
And it has reminded me of the wonderful commentary / humorous dialouge of Calvin and Hobbes. It even has a similar concept (but slightly more...um halucinogenic) seeing as it is the story of a large anthropomorphic cat who lives with a little girl. They talk about life and society and...um...stuff.
Also check out bunnies doing random things at Bunny
Ok, well that's it. I have to go and do homework and stuff.
All I have left to say is...
*BOOP*
...yep...
*BOOP*
Here's something to boggle your mind with.
Imagine an apple. You are looking at an apple. What? What color is it? What does it matter? Well, sheesh, if you're going to be all insistant about it then fine...*green* ok? Sheesh...
*Anyway*, you are looking at an apple. Now logically, you know that the apple can either be seen or not be seen. Meaning, the apple is in your line of vision or it isn't. It's in front of you or it's not. In simplest form, you can see the apple or you can't.
Right, simple. But now imagine you can always see the apple. So no longer is there the schism between seeing and not seeing. *But* a new contrast arrives. Either the apple exists or it doesn't. The apple has the oppurtunity to be or not to be (that is the question). It can be there or it can not be there. These are the options regarding the apple, at least, the most basic ones.
Now, apply this idea of the apple to God. Let us assume that He exists. Therefore, by logic, the other option is that He does not exist. Here is where it gets confusing.
If God is all-powerful, as I believe, then does this mean that He is not bound to existence, for if He were, He would not be as powerful as He could be, therefore having the option to cease to exist if He wished? In other, simpler terms, can God decide to cease to exist?
Ah, you say, well of course. If God is truly all-powerful then He must be able to not exist or He would be shackled to existence.
*BUT*
Is it more powerful to be able to cease to exist or to be above the rule of non-existence??
Here is where it gets *even more* conusing. If God is truly all-powerful, and all things are made by God and all things are of God then...
isn't it limiting Him to say that He needs to be able to cease to exist?
Doesn't this simply switch the shackling?
Now He is shackled to having a choice. While the limitation is different, it is still a limitation.
If God created all then did He not create the ability to choose?
If this was created by Him then wouldn't he be beyond it's rules?
If He did *not* create the ability to choose then who did?
What, if not God, created the framework, not only of our universe, but of existence itself?
The final question then:
Is existence eternal or did God create it?
Whoever reads this just please pray for someone.it's not me, don't anyone freak out about me, it's for someone I know
New webcomic up on the links page today: www.qwantz.com which is Daily Dinosaur Comics. I tried to read it months ago and didn't find it humorous enough to look again but after the extensive reading I did today I just had to add it to my links section. You *must* go read it and, if you're feeling comical, make your own! It's really quite easy, as you'll soon find out.
In other news, Verona is rather a cool place to go. I would only advise you to get a good hotel for *all* the nights you stay, not just one of them. Train stations do not make for comfortable sleeping enviroments. There are also plenty of odd people (but cool!) who show you card tricks, play games, and attempt to rob you senseless (and fail!). And don't forget the police who want to know what you are doing when you are sitting very straight in a cold coridor staring at three sleeping girls. It really must have seemed rather odd...
Also, you must ignore all rational thought and *do not* get a map. Neither should you look at one, simply wander at random, believe me, it is much more fun.
Also, if you are looking for a cafe at which to drink absolutely astounding cafe latte then make sure to look from *side to side* as well as forward.
Also, be sure to distinguish between "15" and "50", it will only lead to horridly painful confusion if you don't.
Oh and don't bother to try wine, it tastes like shit and it burns your mouth. Absolutely pointless.
Ooo speaking of, me and Rali are going to develop "milk-wine". You take a carton of milk, stick it on the counter, wait a few weeks, and...
*voila!*
Milk-wine! Hooray, now sell it for hundreds of dollars, offer it at fancy restaurants and you will be a millionaire! Too bad me and Rali already thought of the idea! You're screwed! Muwahahahahaha!
Ha ha! I am envisioning all the money I will soon have! And I am envisioning your pathetically empty pockets! This makes me laugh! Laugh with glee! Ha!
...
*ahem*
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to write 7 postcards that will unfortunately have Bracknell postmarks but be from Verona.
You love America. You would give it all the money you make, and then some. Make sure your Ketchup supports it too.
by the way, I'm not endorsing this product, it is purely hilarious. The thing above is just sarcasm. (it's just too hard to tell on the Internet so I thought I'd just tell you to be sure.
MASSIVE update!
Well, to the sidebar at least, I don't really have it in me to write some sort of awesome post that will astound you and enlighten you and quite possibly make you cry with joy or something like that.
So instead I facked with the template! Yay!
A whole new sidebar format greets you, you lucky traveller you!
I have divided it up into more sections, pushed stuff up, dropped stuff down, and just generally made everything look nicer.
Also, sadly, I opted for the all text approach because it caused too much of a clash to my poor eyes to see all these neato buttons followed by pathetic text.
So, in favor of being able to put links to all the wecomics I follow up, it's all text. Now I only wish I could have a separate page for them so I could offer you some form of description, because as they are you are only getting your impression of them by their name, and that's hardly fair.
So, in an attempt to make it fair for all of them, you'll just have to click on them all at some point.
Oh and my profile has been thoroughly changed and now actually contains *horror!* INFORMATION!!! oh noes!!!!111
But yes quite anyway...
Well that's all for me, I'm off to continue working.
you better be happy Rahlly, not only did I update my profile, I updated the look of the site in general, AND this post is broken up. Don't get used to it though, it's just this one. :P
I have yet again stumbled upon a new webcomic, this one entitled "Fox and Apple" and is to be found at this site. It is a glimpse into the life of a Fox who is described as "the biggest asshole EVAH" and a rabbit who is described as "the biggest doormat EVAH" and their relationship with eachother. Look also for the nerdy Francis and the protective freeloader Peary.
The whole interspecies thing reminds me of SamBakZa.net and the insanely cute little korean animation to be found there of the results of a rabbit falling in love with a cat at first sight.
(To find it, go to the site mentioned above, click "enter", click on "Amalloc enter", then click "view" next to the banner of the cat drinking the stuff in the cup)
He spent his precious minutes staring at a blank page, wondering what he possibly could do to fill this gap of time. It wasn’t merely the Internet that had ceased to function, it was his arms*, it was his muscles, it was his will to move. He was required to think, but had no factual basis for any thought, it being held somewhere in the vast pool of collective knowledge and random pointless facts that people from all over the world had added to. If he could peruse this at leisure, it was almost certain that the information he needed to succeed in his current assignment would simply make its way to the foreground and quietly peep, “I’m right here, no need to panic, you can research your speech.” But instead the Windows logo fluttered indefinately in electronic wind and teased his tortured soul; already growing tense at the tenative ruin this would surely cause. Breathing steadily faster he erased the horribly blank page in front of him, glaring out from the screen. Two swift clicks and there it was again, still unchanging. It taunted him, called out to him with false hope, “Maybe I’m just slow at the moment. Maybe too many people want to look at me. Maybe I’ll pop up with something if you only wait a little longer,” fueling his anger.
He paused, refreshed, and waited more. *his nuclear arms
You'll be happy to know that his waiting was not fruitless and the internet returned. God smiled on me tonight.
I'm not particularly fond of writing essays and am, in fact, avoiding doing so right this instant. Yes, this instant. No, no, the one just before. No right there. No, look, this isn't complicated; it was that one instant where I typed the- look never mind, I'll just go do it then. Sheesh, way to guilt trip me.
Oh by the way, I found a delectably wonderful new webcomic called Questionable Content which isn't exactly *that* questionable although there are a quite a few discussions involving such horrid things as *shock* sex, *awe* alchohol, and *horror* cake-mix. But besides such terrible deviations from goodness it's actually a rather pleasantly happy story. It also reminds me of High Fidelity to an astounding degree, which happens to be my favorite movie (so go watch it this instant!) and therefore adds to my liking of this new comic. So! go have fun reading it.
As soon as I get a good free image-hosting website up I'll be sure to put the link button up right next to all the others.
I'm sorry but I must laugh ridiculously at the irony of Cheny's slight mistake last night...or well for me it was God-awfully early morning but the idea, *the idea*...stay with me. If you are either a politically concious US citizen, a concerned European, or simply someone who likes a good laugh, then you most likely watched the not quite as publicised, and not nearly as formal vice presidential debates for the upcoming American election. Now I happened to have been up at 2am anyway so I figured what harm can come of watching it, especially since I fall in the later category of the three previously mentioned. Mostly though, rather than causing humorous giggles of delight (though there were a few), the debate caused only general perturbation and a red spot from where my head was left on the table I sat (and napped) at. One of these few spots that did produce small chuckles was Cheney's use of a website to attempt to back him up, because I simply found it humorous that in this day and age the internet is considered a source, and a reliable one at that (apparently). Had I known the site I would have laughed outright, as I did this morning after reading The Guardian's G2 section. Cheney said to go to factcheck.com which doesn't seem to be working any longer...But anyway, Cheney said to go there to prove some point of his and if you were to you would find a large headline reading something to the extent of "How Bush is ruining America". For a more detailed description go to this site.
So I have a bag.
Or a satchel as my sister so cleverly put it on the customs declaration.
It kind of takes away part of the mystery of getting a giant package in the mail from overseas, only to see that pasted on the side of it is a label with a detailed account of all that is in it. And yet I must thank my sister profoundly for the "Satchel, pens, cookies, magazine, etc." It was a nice suprise to find the little pink slip saying "You have a gigantic package we can't fit in your inadequatly small mailbox; please come and get it" rather than the usual green slip telling me what random crap the school had planned for the week.
Now I'm just stuck with how to decorate this new customizable thing I've stumbled upon. I'm thinking...buttons....maybe...
So! speaking of random crap the school has planned for us, theres a worship right now that I need to go to in order to make up the 4 per week I am supposed to go to.
This post has officially ended, right now, at the end of this sentance, the sentance you're reading, this one, period.
So Howlin' Pelle was...well, howlin' about how everything he does is done with diabolical intent. I'm like that's not true but he wouldn't listen so we just end up throwing dead quotes at eachother and I got sick of it. So, in need of an antidote, I asked Paul if he could come, together with a few of his friends. So he showed up and we chatted about....something...oh metaphysical science, he asked if I was majoring in medicine but I said, "No, I have never liked memorization, I nearly break down because it gets so heavy, and that's practically all it is." Then he got this look on his face like I'm crazy, "Here it comes..." I said because you have to understand that he's huge into the medical stuff. So, he tried to say that I've got to think about it, I'll be out of college with my money spent and he saw no future in a BACH degree. Of course, he's sort of right, I wonder myself what I'll do. I'll have to end up as a teacher or something like that. Then everybody was laughing because someone else stuck a £10 note up her nose and got kind of crazy. You should have seen it, I've heard she said she'd always been a dancer but the display she put on didn't quite back that. Maybe once there was a way I would have believed her but not while she was drunk. She was carried out but in the middle of the celebration I broke down and fell asleep. I wonder what'll be in my dreams tonight. Anyway, so I woke up a bit later and was talking with this pretty nice girl, but she didn't have a lot to say so I figured it was time to call an end to the party.
*sigh* I have a paper that is due yesterday, a paper due next Monday, and a paper due next Friday. Don't forget the 36 headlines about America from The Guardian that I need to write down. Well that's not precisely true, I have done 6 of them already so I only need to catch up 30 of them. And, no of course I'll be able to do that later because *of course* there's computers in the dorm that can be used at all times. Wait what? What's that? oh, the school was retarted and took the computers out of the dorm? Oh I see then, never mind, I guess I'm just screwed.
I really need a laptop.
Yes, yes I know that by now you are fed up with these things and are asking yourself, "What? Another one? Dear God, another one? Arg, why another one?" but I must insist upon it. What else am I supposed to do with dreams?So, I was in the student lounge and had just finished reading section one of chapter one in part three of Les Miserables and I promptly fell asleep (this is not a commentary on my likings of the book, I, in fact, love it so far). Most of it as usual is not rememberable. I was in the lounge. But instead of it being empty and serene there were people in it, many people who were making noise. Talking, movement, etc. Otherwise it was the exact same thing as "reality". To prove this I *woke up* and showed myself and then re-entered dream world. Then someone came in and started to play music on their computer which I could only hear in dream world, when I awoke momentarily there was still no one in the room. This person thoug was obviousy agitating many of the people in the room as it wasn't "Sabbath music" and it was loudish. It agitated me too because I wanted solitude in the first place and at least quiet if not that. So I said, "I don't care about the faith part of this but can you please at least put on headphones so we can have quiet?" He seemed at first to be mainly confused and I made up for my rather imposing comment by saying (rather cryptically) "It's not like it matter, this is only dream world. I can wake up and be in quiet anytime" which I then did to again prove that it was possible. But then while I was in dream world I said to myself, "Ah, but what if *this* is reality and the other is the dream?" and then I "awoke" again and again found it to be empty and silent but *this* time I heard a voice and then I saw a water tower outside the building (which doesn't exist) and it became covered in trees. Then the lounge changed and someone came from outside (the only way to do so is through emergency exits) and he made some passing comment on having been doing something mundane and tossed a brown-paper bag into a trash can. But I mention this because I had suspicions that he was a terrorist bent on killing the students in the lounge. Then things took another turn. I found myself going to the Scottish line dancing thing which is on tonight but it met at a bus and we packed on to it like sardines. I was on the top floor of it as it *was* a double decker but it certainly was *not* a traditional double decker. This top floor was small as ever and felt like it was above the second story on buildings. there was barely any room for the amount of people in it and yet I had a clear view of everything. However, I started to get rather claustrophobic and frightened because the bus was going rather breakneck-fast and did not seem stable. I was afraid of what would happen if it were to tip because it felt like there was no way out of the little box I was trapped in. Anyway, a friend of mine was sitting ahead of me and somehow the seats were arranged in a slight U so the first and last seats were highest up, and, as me and this friend were in those seats, I could see him perfectly clear. At some point we passed through cars on the wrong side of traffic and it seemed as though we hit a few, but I was assured we did not. Briefly after that it was seen why cars were on the wrong side of the road; a semi had been squashed by some horrid accident and had blocked movement. We quickly rushed through the gap and continued on but about that moment my friend's head began to swell up. Swell up to about three times the normal size of a head. As one can imagine, I was concerned and went down the stairs to the lower level of the bus as best I could and called out for a dean or something. I said, "My friend's head is swelling,"He said, "Woopee," in a decidely uninterested tone. In the end he did nothing and I was rather perturbed but as my friend's head began to shrink to a more believable size I decided I didn't have anything to demand from the person any longer and let him go without much rebuke. But I *did* attempt to kick him as he climbed back down the stairs to the lower level.Bloody dreams. Make no sense
