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[Mar. 6th, 2006|12:03 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | In the Backseat - The Arcade Fire | ] |
To those few people who haven't heard "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots" by the Flaming Lips, I highly, highly recommend it. Chills down my spine-type awesome, and I haven't got those for a while. Actually, though, this new CD by the Arcade Fire is working for me... must be my time or something, finally something to listen other than "One Hit Wonders of the '60s Volume 2." Ahhh, Itchycoo Park...
In other news, university. Can someone tell me when I joined a masonic cult. Please? Apparently being an MHS old boy entitles one to many, many awkward quasi-coversations a day. Still, I imagine this is only a passing thing. Very few of them are, in fact, doing Arts. Tch! Vocational education my eye! The place is nice enough I suppose but seems, on the whole, a little too... ehhh... I'm trying to think of a better expression than 'full of itself', but it's the one that springs to mind. I mean, I'm hardly a saint when it comes to the seven deadly's headliner 'pride', but I just get the feeling that the institution would be markedly improved by a teensy bit more perspective, you know? Especially on the part of every single political group on campus. Excepting the Political Interest Society, there isn't a single one of these 'clubs' that doesn't make me angry or bored. Mostly bored.
Also, this Mac computer is tres, tres cool. It does kind of feel like I've converted to Judaism, or joined some other persecuted-yet-somehow-still-extremely-self-assured religious minority. But it's such a pretty computer, and so clean! So white! It's kind of 1984 doublespeak simple, but in a computer, I maintain, this can only be a good thing. Computers should not be democracies. I get the impression that my old one was. And that every piece of software on my computer placed a vote of no confidence in me. Well, compy, you're dead now, so shut up. Kind of sad though, and I lost a lot of this play(ette) I've been writing, and a couple of short stories. Caught me between backups.
I've been worrying lately about how fast time passes, and how little I appear to be doing with my time. I mean, I'm at my physical peak, I'm attending this funky unversity, I'm financially fine, I should be painting goddamn masterpieces or summat. But, I think right now I'm just getting hit by this sense of awe at the sheer volume of brilliant stuff out there. Brilliant books, plays, movies, artworks. And these days, that's what you compete against. With this much communication technology flying around, it's not enough to be the best in the villiage. Gotta be the best on the whole fucking planet. Thank you T-Rex. Of course, in these endeavours, my postmoderist cerebral implant informs me, 'best' is kind of hard to pick. Perhaps 'most profitable' is more explicit? I don't know. I don't think you measure quality in profit margins. I certainly HOPE you don't measure quality in profit margins.
Eh. Desperado was better than Once Upon a Time in Mexico. But Robert Rodriguez remains a cool dude. Despite Spy Kids. Which sucked.
Also, I am never, ever drinking again. Ever. Ever ever! Why would I lie about such a thing? |
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| George Clooney? |
[Jan. 27th, 2006|12:54 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | refreshed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | San Tropez - Pink Floyd | ] |
Woah.
I forgot I had this thing for a while there, and I suspect next time I forget about it, it'll probably stay forgotten. Because while the idea of an online journal is... well, weirdly appealing in a slightly exhibitionistic-ish-tastic way, I'm getting a little over the whole thing.
Partly because I get the impression that I'm mostly talking to myself, and I do that all the time anyway, and partly because as a form of communication it seems so... divorced from reality. A little eerie. But these are just superstitions and impressions, not judgments.
I'm a university student as of tuesday. Go figure. I guess that means I should start drinking and growing my hair long? Hmn.
Anyhoo, from what I read, barring Alli complaining about the heat, Erin seriously worried about the heat, and Paul having terrible taste in literature, everything seems to be going swimmingly for alla youse, at least in 'lj land'.
So as the 'serious' part of 2006 begins to get cracking for me and most of those I know, I say Goodnight and Good luck America. Man, I loved that movie. |
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[Dec. 29th, 2005|11:57 pm] |
1. Your Name: Jasper
2. Your friends name: Perrrrrrrrrri!
3. How good of a friend are they? Alas, a Toga-less one.
4. No, I mean, really? You'd have to ask the lion full o' water.
5. If you could tell your friend to stop doing one thing, what would it be? Avoiding questions quite so charmingly.
6. If you could get your friend to do one thing, what would it be? Dance the spanish panic? *shudder*
7. If your friend was on fire would you tell them that they were hot, or that they were smokin'? I am sure that Perri has never, ever smoked. It's bad for you, right?
8. What was the first thing you thought about your friend when you first talked to them?
Hah, well, uh. Actually, and I'm not joking, I thought 'wow'.
9. Do you think your friend would ever stab you in the back?
Man, I'd like to say no, but given the things that she'd do off a trike to save the world... but I'd say no, not if the world was okay and there were plenty of trikes around.
10. Would you trust your friend to sleep in the same bed as your boyfriend and not try anything? Tch. I wouldn't trust my BOYFRIEND in that situation. Which, of course, I don't have. And, really, am unlikely to get. Being straight, and all. DESPITE what Pat's parents might think.
11. Do you trust their boyfriend? Last I heard, and granted I'm totally out of date with everything these days, he was an MHSer, which means I will be eternally unable to fling any criticism at him for fear of the hypocrisy gods smiting me good. Seems like a lovely laddie, from what I hear/see/smell/prophesise.
12. Have you ever had a 'naughty' dream about your friend?
Eh? Wot? No!
13. Has your friend ever had a 'naughty' dream about you?
Yes. Absolutely. I mean, thanks to my 'super powered dream scanner' I can find out these things. Also, did you know that Tony Blair dreams about cheese in a two piece?
14. Could you ever have a crush on your friend? Oh? Is THAT the time? Well, I really should be getting along to the next...
15. Could you ever be in love with your friend? ...question. Well, these aren't getting any less odd, are they? I don't know. Maybe if I had a trike?
16. Have you already? What? Had a trike, or been in love with Perri? Because my parents were jerks, and shortchanged me. I only ever had TWO wheels, cheap bastids. Furthermore, no.
17. ? I see the Riddler has been here and gone. Batman, where are you?
18. What is the worst thing your friend has ever done to you? Meh, naw. No bad stuff... mebbe that time she charmed me into forgetting my cue to get on stage, causing an, uh, embarrassing few moments alone on stage grinning the desperate grin of a lemur that realises that it's standing on a crocodile.
19. What is the worst thing you have done to your friend? (Don't say nothing 'cause that would be a lie)? Eh, I don't know... been quick to judge? Been demanding? Missed the point? One of those.
20. Are you a liar? Tch. When circumstances call for it.
21. Is your friend a liar? I would say the same is probably true of Perri, though she presumably has more compunctions than I.
22. Are you calling me a liar? No. (HA!)
23. Who is the one guy you would like to see your friend with? Hmn. Od. Yessir, Od. Think Norse.
24. Is this the same guy your friend would like to see herself with? Only if she's the mythological character I'm obviously assuming that she is. Duh!
25. Who do you think your friend would like to see you with? Ah, fuck. I'm going to go out on a limb and say someone, anyone, who doesn't make me compromise too much, but tones down my politics a leetle. Or, at least, the rhetorical terms in which I express them.
26. Is this the same person you want to be with? I kinda like yelling at young liberals... but hey. I don't know. I've never been out with a hypothetical athropomorphic personification (thank you Pratchett) of my own desires before. Well shit. Now I'm not ever sure what that means.
27. What is your friends best physical feature? Bwahaha. Where would you like me to start?
28. Worst? (don't say nothing because that would be a lie)? Honest to god, Perri, no lies, I cannot, cannot, cannot think of anything.
29. Do you ever wish your friend would just fall off the face of the earth? (don't lie)Tch. Only because it would mean that I'd never have to meet another new lady and think 'Yeeeah, but she's no Perri'
30. What is a hobby that your friend has that annoys you to no end? Hmph. Letting me talk myself into knots.
31. Why does it annoy you? It doesn't rrreally... but it CAN make me feel like I'm a little behind the eight ball.
32. Have you ever trash-talked your friend? Meaning what now?
33. Have you ever competed with your friend and gloated when you won? Hmph, not to remember... but it rather sounds like something I might do.
34. Have you ever competed with your friend and wanted to kill her when she won? Never!
35. Why is there so much violence in today's world? Since the cold war, a rise in ethno-nationalistic and religious conflict has seen the world plunged into a series of on the one hand almost medieval race-wars, and on the other highly sophisticaed global conflicts with borderless sects, equally stupid. Also, more people are jealous of Perri these days.
36. Have you been completely honest in this survey? Sure! Why the hell not?
37. Do you know that liars go to hell? Yeah, but only like the third circle, by Dante. I *think*
38. And all they get to look at is old wrinkly men and women? Oh, fabulous, because I'd hate to be looking at old people with smooth skin! I'd be worried!
39. Playing Twist?...the horror. The horror!
40. Are you sure you aren't lying? You've got me. I'm afraid that I always lie. Even now.
In other news, I filled out your damn quiz, Perri, now drink coffee with me before I leave for NSW, capice? |
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[Dec. 21st, 2005|02:39 am] |
Hmn. Found this in my (relatively speaking) archives today. A poem I wrote about Friederich Nietzsche. Amazing the things you turn up...
[What Life At Sea]
I danced a solemn jig one night
And watched the moon turn round
For all the stars exploded were
Amidships they were drowned
I danced a solemn jig one night
I frowned upon the sea
Up and down the slippery decks
On all the dreams to be
I danced a solemn jig one night
To prove that I was there
And though I knew they all were dead
I didn’t really care
I danced that solemn jig all night
But when the dawn was broken
I threw myself into the sea
With all my words unspoken |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 20th, 2005|05:04 pm] |
Consider my socks officially rocked:
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<table border="0" width="450" bgcolor="#000000">
| Your arch-nemesis is: | Charlie Chaplin |
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| Why? | Because you are both competing to be the world champion of strip chess. |
| The winner will be... | You will join forces to conquer evil |
| Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com |
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In other news, the smell of the Irish. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 7th, 2005|01:54 am] |
{EDIT}
In other news, the advantage of an electronic journal, is that one can be selective about the past! Huzzah! |
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| Nuclear WAR! |
[Nov. 19th, 2005|05:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  quixotic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Golden Touch - Razorlight | ] |
Man... that Kojima Guy. For all you people out there who know what I'm talking about, Metal Gear Solid rocks my socks. I mean... just awesome. There ain't been nothing produced like that in recent years. A lost art. And if you don't know what I mean... well, suffice to say that 'alaska's never looked so beautiful, and neither have you' *sob*.
Ahem. That was NOT, however, what I set out to write about.
Exams. Are. Over. Funny, you know I thought I'd just explode, and you know, I suppose I went out drinking some, but I didn't really drink all that much, do anything crazy... it's like I've jumped off the edge of a cliff, and I'm reading a book and drinking tea as I fall. Maybe.
But the more that I think about it, the more I figure that this is just who am I, or more accurately, who I want to be. I don't want to spend my life trying to get lost, or trying to lose myself, in a kinda abortive quest for oblivion in work, ambition, or substances, fantasy, electronic media. I want to, well, I want to go to Alaska. Figuratively, and literally, speaking. Choose life, not... substitutes for dreams.
Yeah. The world is... rrreasonably shitty right now. In terms of having lots of nukes drifting into the hands of ethno-nationalistic conflicts (thanks Axup), but paranoia's just a product of a hyperinformed public, who ends up knowing nothing, having no way to filter or understand what we're offered. It's the dull background roar of the world. And it's important, extremely important, but it doesn't make sense to give up for that reason. So many people... I meet, friends, seem to have no direction, not even the 'attempt to live well' direction.
Maybe it's this consumerism thang in part, but I don't think that's it entirely. It's a symptom. Here we are in one of the most affluent countries in the world, at some of the best schools, with so many choices, at a crossroads with endless wilderness in every direction, and we're staggering around looking for a roadmap. Who wants a roadmap? Who wants to be told how to live? I don't know.
So I suppose, and I'm sorry if I've dragged you guys through something you didn't really care about, I just wanted to say that I think I'm feeling a little more comfortable now. I've got my perspective back, and my compassion back, I feel, released in a kind of existential way. But it's not nearly so depressing. I'm grasping at slender cords here, and I'm hoping that dancing even near abysses isn't too far off. Oh, I know that Nietzsche would harrass me no end about my pesky morality, but you know what? I think Freiderich would approve if he knew I was trying to approach life with 'great love'
Yep, Erin, it's over. It's 'the first day of the rest of my life'.
And Auds? I'll call you about that coffee.
Speaking of which, I want to see allayas at my Toga Party on December 15th, but if you get a call from a stranger in the next couple of days, it's probably me wanting to catch up before then. Patience is a virtue, o course. But I've waited plenty long enough.
Hope to hear from all of you soon,
Jas
(PS Does anyone know how far the US actually ratified to START 3?) |
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[Nov. 8th, 2005|02:21 am] |
Best. Quiz. Ever.
 | You scored as Indiana Jones. Indiana Jones is an archaeologist/adventurer with an unquenchable love for danger and excitement. He travels the globe in search of historical relics. He loves travel, excitement, and a good archaeological discovery. He hates Nazis and snakes, perhaps to the same degree. He always brings along his trusty whip and fedora. He's tough, cool, and dedicated. He relies on both brains and brawn to get him out of trouble and into it.
Indiana Jones | | 88% | Captain Jack Sparrow | | 75% | Lara Croft | | 75% | El Zorro | | 71% | Neo, the "One" | | 67% | The Amazing Spider-Man | | 63% | Batman, the Dark Knight | | 54% | James Bond, Agent 007 | | 54% | Maximus | | 42% | William Wallace | | 42% | The Terminator | | 29% | </td>
Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
created with QuizFarm.com |
I am Indiana Jones. Boo yah.
Furthermore...
 | You scored as Wheeler - Fire. Wheeler is an impulsive, street-wise teenager from Brooklyn, always ready with a flip remark. He loves to provide comic relief to his fellow Planeteers and to goad the villains.
Wheeler is the least knowledgeable Planeteer when it comes to ecology. Although he sometimes fails to understand the issues at hand, his heart is in the right place. He fancies himself the "ladies' man" and flirts incessantly with Linka, the Planeteer from Eastern Europe.
Wheeler's element is Fire. He can call up tiny bolts of lightning or create and direct small fires.
http://www.turner.com/planet/static/wheeler.html
Wheeler - Fire | | 75% | Ma-Ti - Heart | | 67% | Linka - Wind | | 67% | Gi - Water | | 67% | Kwame - Earth | | 50% | </td>
What Planeteer are you?
created with QuizFarm.com |
Note how terrifyingly close I was to Ma-Ti. Poor Ma-Ti. He's up there with Jimmy Olsen for worst animated character ever. And that Karate guy from Batfink. He was just a walking racist slur in a slightly too revealing judogi. Ick. |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2005|12:31 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  nervous | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Wedding Chorale - Les Mis | ] |
You're Canada!
People make fun of you a lot, but they're stupid because you've
got a much better life than they do. In fact, they're probably just jealous.
You believe in crazy things like human rights and health care and not
dying in the streets, and you end up securing these rights for yourself and
others. If it weren't for your weird affection for ice hockey, you'd be
the perfect person.
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid
SCORE! CANADA! Best. Country. Ever. Well, that or Sweden. Sweden would be cool too. Why am I doing this the night before my Literature exam? Madness! |
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[Oct. 25th, 2005|12:51 am] |
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| | crazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wynton Marsalis - My Jelly Lord | ] |
Stop.
Take a breath.
Rip off "Guts"? Never!
I really think I should be more concerned, and studying more, and panicking more, and, well, learning some shit right about now. I have Waterloo fears about this exam, you know, the way Napoleon thought
"Ah, what? Zey are just zee English! Who worries about zee English?"
And I'm sure I'll have this psychotic style General Blucher German assesor yelling "Nein!" into my utterly, utterly empty English paper.
...maybe I'm just paranoid... but if I do even moderately well in this thing it is true testament to the fact that the universe is totally, completely, utterly unfair. Luckily, I know in advance that the universe is all of the above.
I need to get away, fly away, as fast as far as I can. See trees, read books, feel breezes, go surfing, drink cold beer, lie on hot sand. And be real again. Come fly with me, people. Who else needs a small flight around the solar system? Beach party on Mars? TOGA beach party on Mars?
I miss you all, every one of you, and when I'm 'human again, only human again' after this is all through, I am looking up every, single one of you. But apparently for at least a month more, I will remain unable to follow a sentence not filled with quotation marks or acronyms.
Breathe for me! |
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[Oct. 12th, 2005|10:43 pm] |
| The Keys to Your Heart | 
You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.
In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.
You'd like to your lover to think you are flexible and ready for anything!
You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.
Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.
Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship.
You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.
In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered. |
I find this ironic, disturbing, and worryingly accurate. Fuck the internet and it's capacity to make a hardened sceptic question the power of the Meme. Make your claims vague enough and they're ALWAYS true. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2005|12:20 am] |
"Gotta love teknologee."
What the HELL was that 'oracle' thing!? "Gotta love teknologee."? MADNESS!
In other news, I am now obliged to do this, thanks Paul, you stupid head.
Comment and...
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
4. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
5. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
6. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
7. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written. |
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| Near, far, wherever you are! |
[Oct. 5th, 2005|06:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cast no Shadow - Oasis | ] |
Aaah - here on this bank and shoal of time! A month away, a month away.
Mind you, I'm about as prepared as Britain before the Battle of, but I think I can get there.... already feeling better about Lit, since I've written a couple of practice essays... and I should be able to repair my english abilities, those that I've let atrophy away into confusion. It happens, I've noticed - you think as you write, and if you do neither for an extended period of time, bits of what you created through them both begin to... well... not die but weaken... like dirt paths being overrun with weeds. But the path's still there! Interesting how little we forget in the end, at final call, we remember a lot more than we should. Or maybe memory's just so amorphous and vague, unreal, that we can convince ourselves that we remember anything we can talk about.... who knows? All I know is, talking about Nietzsche to Mitchell today felt like... well you know American Beauty? You know where Lester states that it's like he's "just woken up"? Like that. Once again.
My life DOES seems to be characterised by these periods of intense intellectual awareness, and then a sort of drifting pseudo existence. Contrast makes the world go... red and green?
But I'm wondering, in a broad, philosophical sense, what are your objectives, ladies and gents? Because the coming end of my submersion in a system of inductive education, has forced me to look squarely in my own face and ask.... "so what now?" And I don't know. I never really did, but there were enough institutions surrounding me that it wasn't really an issue, I could sidestep it. Now, it's about time I stop sidestepping, and take seriously some of the wank I've been spouting my entire life.
A month. Woo! |
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[Aug. 30th, 2005|12:46 am] |
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| |  I have no eyes | ] |
Media SAC tomorrow, or rather today, and what do I do? Go online at one in the morning and complain about it. Go figure. Perhaps I will contrive some means to escape this unwieldy task.
It's Media, though. It's not supposed to take time or effort! Curse you, acronyms! |
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| ...To bed. |
[Aug. 17th, 2005|10:56 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Bedfulling | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ballad of John and Yoko | ] |
Exhausted be I. Just enough energy to log on, laugh at white ninja and ask everyone how it is, how it's been, what I've missed, what I haven't and that kinda thing.
Adelaide was fun... like a giant suburb, and we won, but it's very, very good to be home. Except for the fact that I theoretically have a SAC tomorrow. Eep. Prepared? No, no I'm not.
Furthermore, the Ballad of John and Yoko kind of annoys me, unfortunately, despite my fondness for all things Beatle around that time. Alas.
How's it been? |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 10th, 2005|07:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
New wanky mcwank wank avatar of Jasper looking like he's run his head through a toaster wearing a hat. I likes it! I likes it a lot!
In other news, I watched Amadeus again. Man, does the play ever kick the ass of the film. Not a bad film mind... it's just that the film has to give up so much. Even so, F. Murray Abraham... yoy! Makes ME feel, 'mediocre' Ah? Ah? Eh.
We all make mistakes, mine are just in technicolour. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2005|12:56 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  not-drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Velvet Underground Chronicles | ] |
"I'm kinda pretty, and pretty damn smart.
I like romantic things like music and art
And as you know I have a gigantic heart
So why
Don't I have a boyfriend
FUCK, it sucks to be me!"
Ah Kate Monster. Sometimes I feel just like you when you sing this. Excepting that I'm not pretty or smart and have a regular cardio-vascular system. Yep. Those are the only differences.
Right? |
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| They cannot see me naked... |
[Jul. 19th, 2005|12:26 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | gibbering | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nightswimming - REM | ] |
...Ah, I love this song.
Bumped into Rachel today at debating. Blast from the past. She seems to be doing well, though she *ALWAYS* seems to be doing well when I see her, these days. Maybe I just catch her in good moods, hm? Got me thinking, though, about the past...
(appropriate 'flashback music' and ripply effects)
Not her specifically, mind. Just... the past. If I've changed at all. If I've finally managed to curb my enthusiasm, slow down and enjoy life, or whether I've stopped thinking altogether. Whether I ever made the choices I thought I made, or I justified doing what I couldn't help but do.
I'm sorry, I'm being indirect. That's the nature of these things, I guess. Indirect, trying to shoot at the problem sideways without actually looking at it.
Ah, who am I kidding? There's no problem. Just a projection black and white images flickering on a flaking plaster wall. I think. Melodramatic, no?
Man, I want to talk to someone about this, and stop ranting quietly to myself in this corner, but it's midnight and it's probably a better idea to go to bed to read some Umberto Eco. Ah, Umberto. Absolutely nothing to do with anything else.
I have a question, and it's like Hemingway says: "It is awfully easy to be hard boiled in the daytime, but at night it is a different matter." Love that guy, always loved that guy. I should finish that book. Hate having half finished books.
Eh. Rambling. Apologies to any readers of this, just a vessel for bubbling thoughts. |
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| Kissing purity test? Why not! |
[Jul. 17th, 2005|06:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ces Gens-La - Jacques Brel | ] |
| Your Kissing Purity Score: 40% Pure | 
You're not one to kiss and tell...
But word is, you kiss pretty well. |
Ah... now THIS was an odd one. But, well, I'll take my compliments where I can get them. Oy vey! |
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