The worst thing about mac-and-cheese for lunch is that there's never enough to go around.
Must stop listening to Demon Days.
Must finish report and gather conclusive evidence.
Must stop reading half-assed Gorillaz fan-work, even if they are amusing.
Must stop spending so much time on the computer.
We celebrate the mundane.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Sunday, May 15, 2005
2D has kids?
Check out his mail in his computer at the official website. If you're interested.
I can't keep up with the news these days.
Feel old.
Scoured the forums, but turned up nothing on the subject except a three-post-long thread that basically went "LOL". *fumes* Guess it's old news, so all the threads on the subject are gone. Or maybe no one really cares. Hmm.
Thing is, 2D usually is stoned on painkillers, so he's hardly aware of whats' going on... if someone told him he had a kid he'd probably believe it, even with no memory of anything of the sort happening... But during the split he did "cruise the town at night" (mostly misquoted from promo booklet)... why do I care, really?
Feel old.
"The world is spinning too fast
I'm buying lead Nike shoes
To keep myself tethered
To the days I tried to lose"
19/2000
Gorillaz
Feel old.
Check out his mail in his computer at the official website. If you're interested.
I can't keep up with the news these days.
Feel old.
Scoured the forums, but turned up nothing on the subject except a three-post-long thread that basically went "LOL". *fumes* Guess it's old news, so all the threads on the subject are gone. Or maybe no one really cares. Hmm.
Thing is, 2D usually is stoned on painkillers, so he's hardly aware of whats' going on... if someone told him he had a kid he'd probably believe it, even with no memory of anything of the sort happening... But during the split he did "cruise the town at night" (mostly misquoted from promo booklet)... why do I care, really?
Feel old.
"The world is spinning too fast
I'm buying lead Nike shoes
To keep myself tethered
To the days I tried to lose"
19/2000
Gorillaz
Feel old.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
I once read somewhere about how mental anguish can manifest physically, as in aches and pains from stress or summat.
So... what am I suffering from, I wonder?
Every now and then a lump manifests itself in my chest, along my sternum (the bone connecting the upper ribs - Google is your friend). It feels like a a lump, but at the same time its more like a great gaping hole, begging to be filled and closed up. Emptiness.
Or maybe my bra just sucks.
There are ways to cure it, yes. To get rid of the physical discomfort, I press on my acupressure point to release tension... But for the emptiness...
I write and write and write. Write the emptiness away. Fill it up with masses of poorly-expressed ideas, wasting paper trying to pull something out. Half-baked somethings of something more but I don't know how to write it out.
Ach. With every person who dies, millions of ideas, revelations, things (so crude a word, yes, but I can think of no other) die along with them. It's something I fear desperately - being unable to get all my ideas out on paper or something more permenant than my brain, which will eventually decay, yes.
An answer, will be found... soonest may be...
I am deliciously incoherent.
On to other things...
Found two spirits kindred to something I thought I had forgotten a long time ago... No. Something I wanted to push away. Now I remember why I wanted to forget - but even now my hand creeps closer and closer to my old notes, my books. All the old knowledge comes back - and damnit, it's exam season.
You two are really unhealthy for me... But for old time's sake, I think I'll come along for the ride. If you'll still allow me to.
Old habits do die hard.
So... what am I suffering from, I wonder?
Every now and then a lump manifests itself in my chest, along my sternum (the bone connecting the upper ribs - Google is your friend). It feels like a a lump, but at the same time its more like a great gaping hole, begging to be filled and closed up. Emptiness.
Or maybe my bra just sucks.
There are ways to cure it, yes. To get rid of the physical discomfort, I press on my acupressure point to release tension... But for the emptiness...
I write and write and write. Write the emptiness away. Fill it up with masses of poorly-expressed ideas, wasting paper trying to pull something out. Half-baked somethings of something more but I don't know how to write it out.
Ach. With every person who dies, millions of ideas, revelations, things (so crude a word, yes, but I can think of no other) die along with them. It's something I fear desperately - being unable to get all my ideas out on paper or something more permenant than my brain, which will eventually decay, yes.
An answer, will be found... soonest may be...
I am deliciously incoherent.
On to other things...
Found two spirits kindred to something I thought I had forgotten a long time ago... No. Something I wanted to push away. Now I remember why I wanted to forget - but even now my hand creeps closer and closer to my old notes, my books. All the old knowledge comes back - and damnit, it's exam season.
You two are really unhealthy for me... But for old time's sake, I think I'll come along for the ride. If you'll still allow me to.
Old habits do die hard.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Questions that keep me up at night:
Okay, background info: Watched the Hellblazer movie adaptation, called Constantine. Not bad, a little too monotonous and predictable at points. Some bits were badly written, but IMO the best performance was by the big cheese from below, even if it only lasted a few minutes.
Ahem. Anyways, I was surfing the net for web comics. Got directed to fanfiction and ended up reading movie-verse fics (old habits die kicking and screaming). Stumbled over yet another pairing fic -Constantine and the snot-faced taxi brat (there are way too many of these things on the net -they're starting to take over the Mary-Sues)
In short the thing was the usual Romeo-and-Juliet-Angst-pls-don't-flame-cuz-its-not-a-Mary-Sue .
There was something about one of the chars going to hell because he was in love with a seventeen-year-old. Apparently, this constitutes as paedophilic.
Now, don't get me wrong. I was just thinking about how our standerds change through time... in the past girls were married off at 10, or 11, maybe younger. Now, in those days it wasn't considered wrong. In the past, having sex out of wedlock was oh so wrong. Today?
Well, it's all been discussed before and thoroughly aired.
Never can get the ideas to look right on paper...
"You could have just shot me, John!"
Ps: If each and everyone of us realised, truly realised we were all going to die one day and it wouldn't make much of a difference, what would the world be like? Maybe it'd be a lot less crazy and frightening... but then again it might'n be so interesting.
Okay, background info: Watched the Hellblazer movie adaptation, called Constantine. Not bad, a little too monotonous and predictable at points. Some bits were badly written, but IMO the best performance was by the big cheese from below, even if it only lasted a few minutes.
Ahem. Anyways, I was surfing the net for web comics. Got directed to fanfiction and ended up reading movie-verse fics (old habits die kicking and screaming). Stumbled over yet another pairing fic -Constantine and the snot-faced taxi brat (there are way too many of these things on the net -they're starting to take over the Mary-Sues)
In short the thing was the usual Romeo-and-Juliet-Angst-pls-don't-flame-cuz-its-not-a-Mary-Sue .
There was something about one of the chars going to hell because he was in love with a seventeen-year-old. Apparently, this constitutes as paedophilic.
Now, don't get me wrong. I was just thinking about how our standerds change through time... in the past girls were married off at 10, or 11, maybe younger. Now, in those days it wasn't considered wrong. In the past, having sex out of wedlock was oh so wrong. Today?
Well, it's all been discussed before and thoroughly aired.
Never can get the ideas to look right on paper...
"You could have just shot me, John!"
Ps: If each and everyone of us realised, truly realised we were all going to die one day and it wouldn't make much of a difference, what would the world be like? Maybe it'd be a lot less crazy and frightening... but then again it might'n be so interesting.