[sarcasm] Yay! 200 posts. Maybe I should put this on my resume.[/sarcasm]

Random things of the day:

• No more James Squire Amber Ale on tap at uni bar, or Tooheys Old – they have Guinuess, but that isn’t an everyday beer. The fridges were all frosty, so I don’t know what they have bottled…. but the amount they charged for a plastic cup (a further outrage – back in my day we had proper schooner glasses) of beer makes me think I’ll be buying at the local bottleshop.
• Seems that there is a new (yet to be opened) food outlet at uni that has Turkish Bread and Falafel – 2 of my favoritest lunch ingredients. Or at least that was what I could see under the roller door.
• Look out behind you! You never know who might be walking past your stall. They may even be armed and mentally imbalanced….
• “such ancestry would merely tell us which cannibals we are descended from… because every branch of the human race, without any exception, has practiced cannibalism in the course of its history” – Robert A Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land. Public transport gives me time to read books, which is good, and avoid the hypothermia/death I would have gotten if I’d ridden today, which would have been bad.

Momentum toward what? I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to be at Yale where everyone has a direction and a focus, and I’m just floating.

Roll on season 6….

“With her eyes wide and her teeth gritted, she took the paparazzi by surprise with the ferocity of her actions.”
Now this is what I’m talking about…. Of course it was said that her mother has told her “she was possessed by the Devil.” and that “she needed to go to rehab to cleanse her soul.”

Britney, y’all are all right in my book…. attacking paparazzi is a big plus to the respect levels. Use your aggressive feelings, girl! Let the hate flow through you!

The before times, is how I refer to any point before 8pm-ish on the 18th October 2001, i.e. before I went to the light side. It might surprise many to know that the last album I purchased before I changed was a happy little platter called – God Hates Us All by Slayer.

Yep. The last album from the before time was the most blasphemous in my collection. Hence, I only had a couple of weeks of listening to it before it kinda got pushed to the back of my collection where it has basically collected dust. Now the lyrics seem even more relevant.

As an example take a look at the first verse-chorus from New Faith

Holy man open up your eyes
To the ways of the world you’ve been so blind
As the walls of religion come crashing down
How’s the ignorance taste the second time around

Tell me how it feels knowing chaos will never end
Tell me what it’s like when the celebration begins

Welcome to the horror of the revelation
Tell me what you think of your savior now
I reject all the biblical views of the truth
Dismiss it as the folklore of the times
I won’t be force fed prophecies
From a book of untruths for the weakest mind
Join the new faith for the celebration
Cult of new faith fuels the devastation

Definately sums up my feelings on the matter.

Of course the lyrics to Payback sum up my feelings on a different issue. That of my various nemeses.

You need to take a closer look at me
Cause I was born to be the thorn in your side
No matter what you think you’re gonna see
You never wanted this barrage of fucking pride
You don’t want none of me

You’ve got a fucking catheter in your brain
Pissing your common sense away
When you draw first blood you can’t stop this fight
For my own peace of mind – I’m going to
Tear your fucking eyes out
Rip your fucking flesh off
Beat you till you’re just a fucking lifeless carcass
Fuck you and your progress
Watch me fucking regress
You were made to take the fall – now you’re nothing
Payback’s a bitch motherfucker

Just a warning. Don’t draw first blood.

The train on platform 3 is spinning.

That is all.

<> is Not Equal

This is now I look now after shaving my head last week (yes, by beard is longer than my hair, yes I’m wearing my flannel vest)

Now, Brit has gone crazy and is ripping off my style.

Of course, Brit and I are both hick trailer trash (with shaved heads)…. and I have more musical talent than her previous dudes….

Mmmm…. I wonder if there is a chance for two crazy kids to find happiness in this world ;-)

Alice laughed: “There’s no use trying,” she said; “one can’t believe impossible things.” “I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen.

Through the Looking Glass by L. Carroll

And he shows up and says – “hey, where’s that guy I met that one time”

And everyone looks around, lags out for over a month, and then they collectively say “mmm…. yeah, haven’t heard from that guy in a while”. Then one decides to try to contact him thru an obscure web forum.

Sure the web forum is the 4th link on google*…. but the bigger problem would seem to be the gap between the temporal location of the given reason and the contact attempt. Might imply that another reason may have come into play. Or not, either way doesn’t bode well.

It seems once again that people only care when I make a big noise (this is not a new thing for me but those stories can be told at another time). If I’d stayed all quiet, and not drawn attention to that blog post, y’all’d probably still be ignorifying me. Some you are once again, which is great – unless of course you wanted your love to be patient, kind, not arrogant or rude, not irrtitable or resentful (but those concerned may have decided to declare that passage errant & fallible in my case).

Anyway, it doesn’t really matter, I don’t need your concern – I have a copy of “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” by Nietzsche next to me to provide comfort. If that doesn’t work, the downturn in pot popularity that was widely reported today may drive the price down to my level.

I wonder if you can find pot dealers on google….

* – Using drchaotica as a search term, of course you could of even contacted that guy via the wikipedia entry for his former employer – which I may have corrected some errors of fact on.

“Over this stile is the way to Doubting Castle, which is kept by Giant Despair, who despiseth the King of’ the Celestial country, and seeks to destroy his holy pilgrims.”

I like the castle.

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Yep. Not once recently have I asked for help on this blog (the last time was in 2005).

Steph said

please don’t make everyone feel bad for your current situation and then take no help… it doesn’t work that way.

Wow…. I must have missed the memo where I got magical mind control powers (or maybe Dr Mohinder Suresh is slow in contacting me) because as far as I know I can’t control your emotional response to events. Hell, I can’t even control my own emotions; why do you think that I can control yours?

If I wanted to make people feel bad I have much better ammunition, but that has not been my aim – at least not for quite a while. All I have done is state the facts as my brain interprets them, if that makes you feel bad then maybe you should talk to a professional.

Steph said

if you want help and we give you help/encouragement/prayer/whatever, then you take it.

don’t tell me it’s not good enough.

I don’t want help, and its clear from your slashes that even you think that actual help is a different thing than prayer and such – which is all you offered. Frankly the visions someone has derived from their Temporal Lobe Epilepsy are of no use to me.

It’s not good enough. When your God gives you a vision that involves Lotto numbers, or an AIDS vaccine, or a food plant that will grow in a desert, or how to create free unlimited clean energy or any of the million things that should be more important to a deity than my personal theology or lack thereof; then you can tell me all about it. Until then, any symbolic spiritual pseudovisions can be kept to yourself.

Steph said

arrows came at the hand, words are thrown… but nothing can penetrate this Hand… nothing.

Except of course all the things that did…. I’d be watching out for stones you accursed false prophetess.