Sorry about that kids. Blogger has been a pain in the hole for the last few days and wouldn't really let me log in to add any posts. Anyhow, I've been back at school now for a few days and I only predict my blog entries are going to become more infrequent, but I will do what I can to keep you entertained.
As a slight sidebar, Here are a few things that have been good, bad and entertaining about my first few days at school
Good:
- Being able to sleep in on a Thursday due to first lesson frees.
- Sub Level Maths, For being SO much easier than HL maths.
- Getting a bonus free in exchange for one less lesson of Chem
- Having 6 people in my TOK class and 5 in my Indo.
- Having teachers treat me with some sort of respect for a change :P
- Being in Robbo's Tutor group.
Bad:
-Having only three frees a week.
-Not being able to leave early.
-Having only three spaces left in the good student car park!
-Suffering the abuse of HL Chem, Physics and English
-Putting up with the entire Yr 12 lockers being in "The Alley"
- Massive TOK workloads
-Having to "swipe\zap in" every morning and "swipe\zap out" every afternoon.
Entertaining:
-Hunter promising to take our chem class to dinner if we get over 75% A's for IB chem
- Robbo promising to take our whole IB class Overseas if we all get 42 or above in final assessments (TER of 99.95)
- Watching the IT teacher try and break up a fight between two Year 9's and failing
- Watching the Economics teacher try and fight her way through a crowd of milling Year tens, and being about a head and a half shorter than all of them.
- Hearing one staff member refer to another staff member as "Hannibal Lecter"
Oh well,
Only a few months to go of it.
By the way, Welcome back the Quebec people
Don't eat the yellow snow
Thursday, January 30, 2003
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
School went back today. That was a lesson in depression for a while. School is boring.
I'm not even obliged to be there by law anymore so I have no idea why i still show up .
I'm not even obliged to be there by law anymore so I have no idea why i still show up .
Monday, January 27, 2003
I just watched the last episode of "Ripley's Believe it or Not" . This is how you know that the holidays are over. That one thought is so sad that I think I am going to cry.
Sunday, January 26, 2003
Sorry for the delayed posts. Been working hard, pruning Christmas trees. 4:30am starts, hot weather, hard work, but $13 an hour makes it all better. Every part of me hurts, and crippling sunburn doesnt make it any better. Going into the skyshow tonight, I hope the cloud cover moves on before then.
Friday, January 24, 2003
On this day, a man was born. A terrific man, a man to end all men. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him (however statistically 10% of women wanted to be him and 10% of men wanted him). With a shock of dark, glossy hair and his boyish good looks he was a natural babe magnet, and with his witty charm to back him up, he had women falling for him left right and center. When he picked up a guitar at an early age, the world knew he was onto a good thing. Rapidly increasing his skills he quickly became an adept performer and musician. His talent as a guitarist and songwriter is second to none. In the academic arena, he also shines brightly. His smart happy go lucky nature as well as perseverance added to his natural intelligence to ensure that he excels at whatever he sets his mind on. Yes, this sure is a special special guy. A big happy birthday to Mr. Neil Diamond, 62 today.
I'm so proud to share a birthday with such a great guy.
Thursday, January 23, 2003
I know you've been sworn
I read your complaint
You're needing someone older
And though I've been warned to live day by day
There's something taking over
Did you expect to kiss me one time
while looking at me with the same eyes ever again?
So come on and face it
So come on and face it
It's time that we say it
You can cross the line whenever you want to
I'm calling it love soon
Close your mind and waste some time if you have to
I'm calling it love soon
It's not about you now
It's what we are
Your mother complains that you need a man
You haven't mentioned me yet
And all of your friends don't know who I am
I've been your best kept secret
I understand I wasn't part of the plan
A dollar short, a minute early
But I am your man
So come on and face it
So come on and face it
it's time that we say it
You can cross the line whenever you want to
I'm calling it love soon
Close your mind and waste some time if you have to
I'm calling it love soon
It's not about you now
It's what we are
Aet's bypass the bullshit and move on because
the minute hand moves faster than you think it does
And by no fault of yours
And by no fault of mine
The bottom line is laying
in the bed that we've been playing in tonight
You can cross the line whenever you want to
I'm calling it love soon
Close your mind and waste some time if you have to
I'm calling it love soon
It's not about you now
It's what we are
-John Mayer ; "Love Soon"
I read your complaint
You're needing someone older
And though I've been warned to live day by day
There's something taking over
Did you expect to kiss me one time
while looking at me with the same eyes ever again?
So come on and face it
So come on and face it
It's time that we say it
You can cross the line whenever you want to
I'm calling it love soon
Close your mind and waste some time if you have to
I'm calling it love soon
It's not about you now
It's what we are
Your mother complains that you need a man
You haven't mentioned me yet
And all of your friends don't know who I am
I've been your best kept secret
I understand I wasn't part of the plan
A dollar short, a minute early
But I am your man
So come on and face it
So come on and face it
it's time that we say it
You can cross the line whenever you want to
I'm calling it love soon
Close your mind and waste some time if you have to
I'm calling it love soon
It's not about you now
It's what we are
Aet's bypass the bullshit and move on because
the minute hand moves faster than you think it does
And by no fault of yours
And by no fault of mine
The bottom line is laying
in the bed that we've been playing in tonight
You can cross the line whenever you want to
I'm calling it love soon
Close your mind and waste some time if you have to
I'm calling it love soon
It's not about you now
It's what we are
-John Mayer ; "Love Soon"
The Other Half’s Parents.
Its common knowledge that it is sometimes hard to get on with the parents of your other half. Who has it better out of males and females is open to debate, because I don’t know. However, if you look at it from a parents point of view, I'm sure you can see the reasons behind it. Mothers can be inclined to be catty, bitchy or over critical of their sons girlfriend. We have all seen it happen. Possibly because they don’t want their precious little boy to be warped by this other “evil” female who has found their way into his life. Unfortunately the way that mothers work places undue strain on any relationship. They have this way of making conditions unpleasant for the girlfriend, as well as making it more difficult for her son to even see the girlfriend. Not pleasant. Especially for the girlfriend. Admittedly this is the worst case scenario, but even if the mother and the girlfriend get on, there is still some sort of uneasiness on the part of the mother. Guys fathers however tend not to care about the girlfriend, they know what it was like at their sons age, and know how they felt when their mother gave their girlfriends the shits.
On the flip side of the coin, Girls fathers generally want to hurt their daughters boyfriend. Regardless again of how well that they get on, there is still plenty of tension between them. I sorta see where this comes from, If I was a father I don’t think that I would get on with a guy who is dangling my daughters potential defloration between his legs. This would make it REALLY hard to get on with the guy. I think after marriage, the situation would become more relaxed, but still odd. I mean, could you really get on famously with the man who is screwing your daughter night after night?
I don’t think so. I don’t think I would be able to.
But that’s just me.
any thoughts?
Its common knowledge that it is sometimes hard to get on with the parents of your other half. Who has it better out of males and females is open to debate, because I don’t know. However, if you look at it from a parents point of view, I'm sure you can see the reasons behind it. Mothers can be inclined to be catty, bitchy or over critical of their sons girlfriend. We have all seen it happen. Possibly because they don’t want their precious little boy to be warped by this other “evil” female who has found their way into his life. Unfortunately the way that mothers work places undue strain on any relationship. They have this way of making conditions unpleasant for the girlfriend, as well as making it more difficult for her son to even see the girlfriend. Not pleasant. Especially for the girlfriend. Admittedly this is the worst case scenario, but even if the mother and the girlfriend get on, there is still some sort of uneasiness on the part of the mother. Guys fathers however tend not to care about the girlfriend, they know what it was like at their sons age, and know how they felt when their mother gave their girlfriends the shits.
On the flip side of the coin, Girls fathers generally want to hurt their daughters boyfriend. Regardless again of how well that they get on, there is still plenty of tension between them. I sorta see where this comes from, If I was a father I don’t think that I would get on with a guy who is dangling my daughters potential defloration between his legs. This would make it REALLY hard to get on with the guy. I think after marriage, the situation would become more relaxed, but still odd. I mean, could you really get on famously with the man who is screwing your daughter night after night?
I don’t think so. I don’t think I would be able to.
But that’s just me.
any thoughts?
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
Heres an "Only in America".
In the US of A, A Twenty one year old male takes a mix of drugs, including 320mg of Methadone, a normal "safe" dosage being approx. 60-80mg,120mg resotril, 1.5 grams KB ,4 grams mersh ,and 160mg inderal were added to the mix. While he was doing this however, he continued to chat with buddies online, and they watched him, via his internet webcam. (A full log of their conversation is available at www.metafilter.com). His buddies continued to watch as their friend overdosed and died, sitting in front of his computer. Not to be critical but phrases like
[04:23] nah
[04:23] its safe
[04:23] I know what I'm doing..
Were included in the conversation. He clearly didn't know what he was doing.
Full story available at www.metafilter.com
In the US of A, A Twenty one year old male takes a mix of drugs, including 320mg of Methadone, a normal "safe" dosage being approx. 60-80mg,120mg resotril, 1.5 grams KB ,4 grams mersh ,and 160mg inderal were added to the mix. While he was doing this however, he continued to chat with buddies online, and they watched him, via his internet webcam. (A full log of their conversation is available at www.metafilter.com). His buddies continued to watch as their friend overdosed and died, sitting in front of his computer. Not to be critical but phrases like
[04:23]
[04:23]
[04:23]
Were included in the conversation. He clearly didn't know what he was doing.
Full story available at www.metafilter.com
Heres an interesting story to put things into perspective.
"The California Supreme Court has expanded the definition of rape and narrowed the definition of consent. In a 6-1 ruling yesterday, the Court held that if a woman first consents and then retracts that consent during intercourse, the man can be convicted of rape. The Court offered no guidance on what constitutes a revocation of consent, nor did it say how long a man has to withdraw before the consensual act in which he is engaged becomes a forcible act of rape. This ruling neatly dispenses with the idea that rape necessarily involves force, and replaces it with a definition of consent that is as uncertain and shifting as the woman who wields it. If a woman rescinds consent during the sex act, the man is guilty of rape if he does not stop immediately.It also ruled that statements such as "I should go home" constitute an unambiguous "no" on the woman's part. The definition of rape has evolved again.
Seventeen-year-old Laura T. attended an otherwise all-male party at which she did not drink. After allowing two teenaged boys to undress and fondle her in a bedroom -- acts she admitted enjoying -- she had sex with each. Laura did not say the word "no" nor did she resist. Instead, she said, "I have to go home."
Because John Z. continued for approximately four minutes after she first expressed what might have been reluctance, he was convicted of rape.
If a woman (or man) clearly says "stop" during consensual sex, then the partner should be morally and legally constrained to do just that -- stop. But what if the partner proceeds in good faith on the basis of a "yes" given moments before? Common sense dictates that the rescinded "no" must be explicit and that the partner should have a reasonable amount of time to grasp the changed circumstances.
But the court ruled that sex becomes rape the instant the woman rescinds consent and it provided no guidance on what constitutes the withdrawal of consent.
The Laura T. decision may well become a Pandora's Box for false accusations of rape. No longer can the man point to a woman's explicit consent because she can now argue that -- once penetration occurred -- she changed her mind. She need not utter the word "no!" She can merely say, "I have to go home."
Story paraphrased from http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,75405,00.html,
Written by Wendy McElroy
Ok, so if I am to understand this ruling correctly, a person can withdraw consent at any point, and thereby the other person is guilty of rape if they do not cease. And the word "No!" or "Stop" isn't the kicker anymore, stuff like "I have to get up early", "I have an early meeting" , " If I stay I'm going to miss my bus", etc all count. It sounds like this could pose a large problem. Guys are going to have to carry around a consent form with them in their wallet, tucked away next to their condoms, and get their partener to sign on the dotted line with two witnesses to say that the act was in fact consentual.
"The California Supreme Court has expanded the definition of rape and narrowed the definition of consent. In a 6-1 ruling yesterday, the Court held that if a woman first consents and then retracts that consent during intercourse, the man can be convicted of rape. The Court offered no guidance on what constitutes a revocation of consent, nor did it say how long a man has to withdraw before the consensual act in which he is engaged becomes a forcible act of rape. This ruling neatly dispenses with the idea that rape necessarily involves force, and replaces it with a definition of consent that is as uncertain and shifting as the woman who wields it. If a woman rescinds consent during the sex act, the man is guilty of rape if he does not stop immediately.It also ruled that statements such as "I should go home" constitute an unambiguous "no" on the woman's part. The definition of rape has evolved again.
Seventeen-year-old Laura T. attended an otherwise all-male party at which she did not drink. After allowing two teenaged boys to undress and fondle her in a bedroom -- acts she admitted enjoying -- she had sex with each. Laura did not say the word "no" nor did she resist. Instead, she said, "I have to go home."
Because John Z. continued for approximately four minutes after she first expressed what might have been reluctance, he was convicted of rape.
If a woman (or man) clearly says "stop" during consensual sex, then the partner should be morally and legally constrained to do just that -- stop. But what if the partner proceeds in good faith on the basis of a "yes" given moments before? Common sense dictates that the rescinded "no" must be explicit and that the partner should have a reasonable amount of time to grasp the changed circumstances.
But the court ruled that sex becomes rape the instant the woman rescinds consent and it provided no guidance on what constitutes the withdrawal of consent.
The Laura T. decision may well become a Pandora's Box for false accusations of rape. No longer can the man point to a woman's explicit consent because she can now argue that -- once penetration occurred -- she changed her mind. She need not utter the word "no!" She can merely say, "I have to go home."
Story paraphrased from http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,75405,00.html,
Written by Wendy McElroy
Ok, so if I am to understand this ruling correctly, a person can withdraw consent at any point, and thereby the other person is guilty of rape if they do not cease. And the word "No!" or "Stop" isn't the kicker anymore, stuff like "I have to get up early", "I have an early meeting" , " If I stay I'm going to miss my bus", etc all count. It sounds like this could pose a large problem. Guys are going to have to carry around a consent form with them in their wallet, tucked away next to their condoms, and get their partener to sign on the dotted line with two witnesses to say that the act was in fact consentual.
Just another note for the unwary. The address of the blog has now changed to
www.donteattheyellowsnow.blogspot.com
YES IT IS DIFFERENT! THERE IS AN EXTRA T
so update your bookmarks now.
www.donteattheyellowsnow.blogspot.com
www.donteattheyellowsnow.blogspot.com
YES IT IS DIFFERENT! THERE IS AN EXTRA T
so update your bookmarks now.
www.donteattheyellowsnow.blogspot.com
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
Making an Igloo
Today was hotter than yesterday. So I thought it would be a good idea to make an igloo to keep myself cool. The only problem being I have no idea about Eskimo construction, So the best way to know what an Eskimo would do, would be to act like an Eskimo! So, I ran into my room, pulled on the thermal long johns, whipped on a parka, and rugged up. I was really starting to sweat by now, so I thought the best place to start would be with the ice. Well, I looked in the freezer and there were only like two trays of ice, so I grabbed those and went hunting for more. I scraped the frost out of the big freezer with a spoon, then went out into the back yard to build my igloo. So I'm sitting trying to put all this together, and when I finish I have a wall that is about 10 cm high by 20 cm long.
“I’m going to need some more fucking ice!” I yell, as I jump in the car and drive to the nearest servo.
I go in and ask for 20 bags of ice, and the dude behind the counter starts giving me shit cause I'm wearing a parka and long johns on a 40 degree day.
“Are you crazy?” the pimply little freak squeals at me
“Yeah, I'm fucking a looney tune” I yelled jumping the counter, and grabbing him by the throat. “Now ring up my bags of fucking ice and a banana paddle pop before I shove the pump up your ass and a lit match down your throat”
15 minutes later I pull back into my driveway and start unloading my ice, but when I got into the yard, my previous wall had melted. I considered the situation for a second as I watched my twenty bags of ice turn slowly into twenty pools of water.
“This isn’t going to work” I think to myself, So I run back to my car, hop in and go driving again. 20 minutes later, I had traded my parka for a lab coat and was happily reliving the science faculty of a nearby university of one large vat of liquid nitrogen. Whistling happily I almost give myself a hernia lifting the big motherfucker into the back of my car, but I eventually got it there and managed to drive off the campus without arousing too much suspicion. On my way home I pulled in at Marion and ran into the department store, picked up 250 pillows and. You wouldn’t believe it, the check out chick tries to give me attitude. For the second time today counter help is trying to give me shit. So she puts through my pillows and the shaving cream, makes some charming quip about the kinky stuff I must be into, which is weird for a doctor (I'm still wearing the lab coat and a name tag). I say
“Yeah, that’s right, I like to shave myself bald and then roll around in a big pile of pillows wearing nothing but a healthy coat of honey”
She finished the sale in record time.
I finally get home, and start making my igloo. First I soak the pillows in water, then freeze them with liquid nitrogen and chip off the excess to mold the shape. After say an hour of chipping and freezing and molding, my igloo is finished! I crawl inside and it really is pretty cool in there. Its great!
Then I realise I have this fucking huge tank of liquid nitrogen sitting on my lawn. Now, there are animals and people wandering round. I cant leave it here!
So I haul the fucker back to the car, dump it in the back and decide to dump it somewhere in Belair, lonely roads, noone will ever see it. I'm on this lonely back road, and suddenly I hear this massive crack and my car veers off the road. I stop, get out and look. Turns out that I didn’t seal the container properly and the liquid nitrogen leaked out and froze my tire, which cracked. Frustrated, I give the back of my car a hefty boot; the rest of the chassis crumbles away and the container bounces its way down the street. Fortunately some crazy guy in a mini stopped it with his front bumper, but got the stuff all over the car in the process. Well, I had to help him so I went to my glovebox and pulled out the tire iron that I keep there. It was hard work for a hot day, but after about 20 minutes I had broken the mini and its occupant into little bitty pieces. Then I had to scatter the pieces around so they wouldn’t be missed. By the time I got home, my igloo had melted into a little pile of wet feathers and cloth. There has to be an easier way.
Today was hotter than yesterday. So I thought it would be a good idea to make an igloo to keep myself cool. The only problem being I have no idea about Eskimo construction, So the best way to know what an Eskimo would do, would be to act like an Eskimo! So, I ran into my room, pulled on the thermal long johns, whipped on a parka, and rugged up. I was really starting to sweat by now, so I thought the best place to start would be with the ice. Well, I looked in the freezer and there were only like two trays of ice, so I grabbed those and went hunting for more. I scraped the frost out of the big freezer with a spoon, then went out into the back yard to build my igloo. So I'm sitting trying to put all this together, and when I finish I have a wall that is about 10 cm high by 20 cm long.
“I’m going to need some more fucking ice!” I yell, as I jump in the car and drive to the nearest servo.
I go in and ask for 20 bags of ice, and the dude behind the counter starts giving me shit cause I'm wearing a parka and long johns on a 40 degree day.
“Are you crazy?” the pimply little freak squeals at me
“Yeah, I'm fucking a looney tune” I yelled jumping the counter, and grabbing him by the throat. “Now ring up my bags of fucking ice and a banana paddle pop before I shove the pump up your ass and a lit match down your throat”
15 minutes later I pull back into my driveway and start unloading my ice, but when I got into the yard, my previous wall had melted. I considered the situation for a second as I watched my twenty bags of ice turn slowly into twenty pools of water.
“This isn’t going to work” I think to myself, So I run back to my car, hop in and go driving again. 20 minutes later, I had traded my parka for a lab coat and was happily reliving the science faculty of a nearby university of one large vat of liquid nitrogen. Whistling happily I almost give myself a hernia lifting the big motherfucker into the back of my car, but I eventually got it there and managed to drive off the campus without arousing too much suspicion. On my way home I pulled in at Marion and ran into the department store, picked up 250 pillows and. You wouldn’t believe it, the check out chick tries to give me attitude. For the second time today counter help is trying to give me shit. So she puts through my pillows and the shaving cream, makes some charming quip about the kinky stuff I must be into, which is weird for a doctor (I'm still wearing the lab coat and a name tag). I say
“Yeah, that’s right, I like to shave myself bald and then roll around in a big pile of pillows wearing nothing but a healthy coat of honey”
She finished the sale in record time.
I finally get home, and start making my igloo. First I soak the pillows in water, then freeze them with liquid nitrogen and chip off the excess to mold the shape. After say an hour of chipping and freezing and molding, my igloo is finished! I crawl inside and it really is pretty cool in there. Its great!
Then I realise I have this fucking huge tank of liquid nitrogen sitting on my lawn. Now, there are animals and people wandering round. I cant leave it here!
So I haul the fucker back to the car, dump it in the back and decide to dump it somewhere in Belair, lonely roads, noone will ever see it. I'm on this lonely back road, and suddenly I hear this massive crack and my car veers off the road. I stop, get out and look. Turns out that I didn’t seal the container properly and the liquid nitrogen leaked out and froze my tire, which cracked. Frustrated, I give the back of my car a hefty boot; the rest of the chassis crumbles away and the container bounces its way down the street. Fortunately some crazy guy in a mini stopped it with his front bumper, but got the stuff all over the car in the process. Well, I had to help him so I went to my glovebox and pulled out the tire iron that I keep there. It was hard work for a hot day, but after about 20 minutes I had broken the mini and its occupant into little bitty pieces. Then I had to scatter the pieces around so they wouldn’t be missed. By the time I got home, my igloo had melted into a little pile of wet feathers and cloth. There has to be an easier way.
Monday, January 20, 2003
What bird did the Soviet Union like best? That's right, you're Josef Stalin!
Stalin's actually a stage moniker - your real last name is Dzhugashvili, but you changed it for political reasons. These days, someone called Stalin wouldn't reach power either; following the death of Lenin in 1924, you decided to be a big old fascist, declaring it to be roughly the same as socialist democracy anyway.
Unfortunately, the Chechens didn't particularly want to be part of your social-fascist state, and continually revolted from 1918 to 1944, demanding their freedom. You then wiped out 35 to 50% of their population. (Chechnya is still demanding to be free today, and had been demanding to be free before the Soviet Union was established. To date around a million Chechens have been forced to leave their homes.)
You ruled with an iron glove and a teflon moustache until your death in 1953, scaring the pants off America and pretty much everyone else in the west. Pretty good going, for an evil dictator.
Which Genocidal Maniac Are You?
Heh, genocidal maniac
Stalin's actually a stage moniker - your real last name is Dzhugashvili, but you changed it for political reasons. These days, someone called Stalin wouldn't reach power either; following the death of Lenin in 1924, you decided to be a big old fascist, declaring it to be roughly the same as socialist democracy anyway.
Unfortunately, the Chechens didn't particularly want to be part of your social-fascist state, and continually revolted from 1918 to 1944, demanding their freedom. You then wiped out 35 to 50% of their population. (Chechnya is still demanding to be free today, and had been demanding to be free before the Soviet Union was established. To date around a million Chechens have been forced to leave their homes.)
You ruled with an iron glove and a teflon moustache until your death in 1953, scaring the pants off America and pretty much everyone else in the west. Pretty good going, for an evil dictator.
Which Genocidal Maniac Are You?
Heh, genocidal maniac
Today is hot.
It is only 11:15 am, and already it's a scorcher out. This brings up a dilemma, as the water that I get out of the hot water tap is colder than the water that I get out of the Purified water filter tap. So, what do I do? Act like a chode and drink the hot water? Or drink the hotter water from the puratap?
On a slightly better note, Thanks to SEnet for making their usage site easier to use. Makes me feel better, now I don't have to stomp and scream for a half hour while the site performs security check after security check.
It is only 11:15 am, and already it's a scorcher out. This brings up a dilemma, as the water that I get out of the hot water tap is colder than the water that I get out of the Purified water filter tap. So, what do I do? Act like a chode and drink the hot water? Or drink the hotter water from the puratap?
On a slightly better note, Thanks to SEnet for making their usage site easier to use. Makes me feel better, now I don't have to stomp and scream for a half hour while the site performs security check after security check.
Sunday, January 19, 2003
Change of residence ladies and germs. Due to widespread complaints by many different people about being unable to find the blog, I finally got off my ass and fixed the addy. so from now on posts will go to www.donteattheyellowsnow.blogspot.com.
Also, to any Merc people who are tuning in, check out the new events and gossip forum at www.mercmsg.tk
Also, to any Merc people who are tuning in, check out the new events and gossip forum at www.mercmsg.tk
Guess what I did last night! I went the the Schutzenfest! Adelaide's annual German festival! It's meant to be a shooting festival but people really just go and get really drunk, therefore operating firearms is unsafe. But it was lots of fun, get a stein, fill it up with German or Australian beer and drink the night away!
Saturday, January 18, 2003
Look at the kind of crap I am getting in my inbox!
"We are all born free to choose either God or satan
but we are not free to not choose, for if you choose
to not make a choice you have not chosen God, therefore
you have chosen satan. Make Jesus Christ you Savior today!!
"And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
John 8:32 NKJ
Well fuck me! That sounds like one of those, "Heads I win, tails you lose" kind of situations. They didn't even capitalise Satan!
Along with that pearl of wisdom I have a pile of other worthless crap like.
DO NOT DELETE! Work from your computer and earn $$$.
How! Its not possible! Its a scam! and so is...
Optimise your computer performance for free
You are a winner, collect your fantastic prizes today!
Lose Weight fast!
And then there is the hefty weighting of usual Porn spam
HOT SLUT VIRGINS WAITING FOR YOU!
How are you both a slut and a virgin? Isn't that a contradiction?
BEST TEEN PORN ON THE NET
and so forth.
Also on my hate list are those gay pop ups. The funniest I have seen is an advertisment for a program called the Pop Up Eliminator, advertised on, You guessed it! A GODDAMN POP UP!
The Internet, what is it good for?
"We are all born free to choose either God or satan
but we are not free to not choose, for if you choose
to not make a choice you have not chosen God, therefore
you have chosen satan. Make Jesus Christ you Savior today!!
"And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
John 8:32 NKJ
Well fuck me! That sounds like one of those, "Heads I win, tails you lose" kind of situations. They didn't even capitalise Satan!
Along with that pearl of wisdom I have a pile of other worthless crap like.
DO NOT DELETE! Work from your computer and earn $$$.
How! Its not possible! Its a scam! and so is...
Optimise your computer performance for free
You are a winner, collect your fantastic prizes today!
Lose Weight fast!
And then there is the hefty weighting of usual Porn spam
HOT SLUT VIRGINS WAITING FOR YOU!
How are you both a slut and a virgin? Isn't that a contradiction?
BEST TEEN PORN ON THE NET
and so forth.
Also on my hate list are those gay pop ups. The funniest I have seen is an advertisment for a program called the Pop Up Eliminator, advertised on, You guessed it! A GODDAMN POP UP!
The Internet, what is it good for?
Friday, January 17, 2003
Did anyone else notice that in the middle ages, people were forced to wear collars with spikes on them as a method of torture, but nowadays people wear an inverted version as a form of fashion? What comes next? People walking around wearing thumbscrews to be cool? It's remarkable.
Hey, After an extended break the captain is back on deck. I am now stuck around home until the end of the holidays so bar disaster I should be able to keep up with the blogging commitments. Enjoy team
Saturday, January 11, 2003
How great am I at crushing the dreams of random people?
Snowman Says: So what’s new?
Can we be crazy for a few more years says:I got into law/journalism at UQ!!!
Snowman says:Good work.
Snowman says: Just what the world needs, another smartass journalist who can represent themselves when sued for defamation.
Snowman Says: So what’s new?
Can we be crazy for a few more years says:I got into law/journalism at UQ!!!
Snowman says:Good work.
Snowman says: Just what the world needs, another smartass journalist who can represent themselves when sued for defamation.
Hey, Hey, it's OK everybody. I am still alive. I know when I miss a day you readers start to worry. Let me explain. Four days ago, I went out and when I came home tried to turn on my computer. Greeted by an ominous clicking noise I took the whole tower apart, cleaned out the dust and checked all the connections like I always do. Then I plugged the sucker back in and tried to turn it on again, getting the same sound. I stood back and looked at it thoughtfully, only to have the whole damn thing blow up in my face. Literally. There was a flash, a bang, some spooky looking smoke and the bad smell of baked electrics. So my power supply was nuked. It was over 4 years old, and the dust tends to get into them. So anyway my last few days have been occupied by trying to find replacement parts and what not. This morning I picked one up courtesy of my Cousins computer company, and spent a lot of the morning installing, running diagnostics and making sure that I didn’t unplug or fuck up anything else while I was putting the new supply in. So I am back, But only to say goodbye. This afternoon I am buggering off down to Port Elliot for a few days to take in the sun and the surf and try and get a normal looking Australian Tan. Chances are I won’t have an opportunity to blog at all, But I will be back, probably sometime around the 20th of the month, you will all just have to do without me until then. I will see you all then!
Tuesday, January 07, 2003
The time is currently 14:20:41 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
....
The time is currently 14:22:15 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
In the name of all that is sacred, please tell me I didn't fail.
The time is currently 14:23:28 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Hmm, this is not improving the situation.
The time is currently 14:24:30 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Oooooh the waiiiiiiting is the hardest part.
The time is currently 14:25:08 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Oh dear lord. . .. .
The time is currently 14:26:04 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
This is starting to feel like a talking clock
The time is currently 14:27:02 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Why does time move sooooo slowly?
The time is currently 14:28:32 GMT on 06-Jan-2003
No comment...
The time is currently 14:29:00 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
The time is currently 14:29:28 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
The time is currently 14:29:45 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
The time is currently 14:29:58 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Well, that sums up my luck pretty fucking well!
The time is currently 14:30:00 GMT on 06-Jan-2003
I got a 5. Un-be-fucking-lievable. If a member of the IBO was here, I would kiss them.
....
The time is currently 14:22:15 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
In the name of all that is sacred, please tell me I didn't fail.
The time is currently 14:23:28 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Hmm, this is not improving the situation.
The time is currently 14:24:30 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Oooooh the waiiiiiiting is the hardest part.
The time is currently 14:25:08 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Oh dear lord. . .. .
The time is currently 14:26:04 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
This is starting to feel like a talking clock
The time is currently 14:27:02 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Why does time move sooooo slowly?
The time is currently 14:28:32 GMT on 06-Jan-2003
No comment...
The time is currently 14:29:00 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
The time is currently 14:29:28 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
The time is currently 14:29:45 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
The time is currently 14:29:58 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Well, that sums up my luck pretty fucking well!
The time is currently 14:30:00 GMT on 06-Jan-2003
I got a 5. Un-be-fucking-lievable. If a member of the IBO was here, I would kiss them.
Here was my train of thought a few minutes ago....
Nick's Brain: Hmm, what would be a good late night waiting snack? I know, Tinned peaches, Coke and that left over stirfry from two nights ago!.
Nick's Stomach: Yeah, I could go with that!
Now, what my body is saying is. . . .
Nick's Brain : Who had the bright idea to eat old stir fry with peaches and coke! That isnt good for you, and you got peaches all over the keyboard, it's all sticky now!
Nick's Stomach: I will never ever forgive the bastard that did this to me, Ever. THATS IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU PEACHES FIGHTING WITH THE STIR FRY! EVERYBODY OUT!
This is the unseen suffering we go through as IB students.
Just in case you forgot. . .
The time is currently 13:42:21 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
48 minutes and counting....
Nick's Brain: Hmm, what would be a good late night waiting snack? I know, Tinned peaches, Coke and that left over stirfry from two nights ago!.
Nick's Stomach: Yeah, I could go with that!
Now, what my body is saying is. . . .
Nick's Brain : Who had the bright idea to eat old stir fry with peaches and coke! That isnt good for you, and you got peaches all over the keyboard, it's all sticky now!
Nick's Stomach: I will never ever forgive the bastard that did this to me, Ever. THATS IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU PEACHES FIGHTING WITH THE STIR FRY! EVERYBODY OUT!
This is the unseen suffering we go through as IB students.
Just in case you forgot. . .
The time is currently 13:42:21 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
48 minutes and counting....
Monday, January 06, 2003
Ok, I dont know WHO had the bright idea to release our results in the middle of the night, but I am getting pretty pissed off with the whole deal.
By the way....
The time is currently 13:00:34 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
By the way....
The time is currently 13:00:34 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Your results will be published on 06-Jan-2003 at 14:30:00 GMT. Please try again then.
The time is currently 12:07:09 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Waiting is boring.
The time is currently 12:07:09 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Waiting is boring.
I'm going to wait up until the IB releases my Economics results at half past one. Should be lots of fun.
Anyway, I'm bored, so I brought you song lyrics
This will all make perfect sense someday
I'll be Okay
All my bills have all gone paid
I saved the bad
I broke the bank
This coulda been a slow song
A laundry list of all my wrongs
But at the end of the day
This is my beautiful disaster piece I've made
Gonna laugh I know the pain is here
This will all make perfect sense someday
I'll be A-Okay
This will all make perfect sense someday
There's got to be a reason for the rain
I don't understand the numbers
But my faith is in the math
And come someday these twisted ties will tangle
And we'll look back and laugh
And to all the hearts I've broken
And the ones that once broke mine
I've got suspicions, all will be forgiven in time
Gonna look you in the eye and say
This will all make perfect sense someday
I'll be A-Okay
This will all make perfect sense someday
There's got to be a reason for the rain
And if it ever gets bad
I mean reallybad
I'll move to Nova Scotia
Forget the life I had
I'll be up at 9 each morning
Down by the shore
Collecting things that fell off boats in storms
Well ok so I might never
But it's nice to know the option's there
This will all make perfect sense someday
I'll be A-Okay
This will all make perfect sense somday
There's got to be a reason for the rain
a reason for the rain x3
And it doesn't help
That i keep biting my lip in the same place
- John Mayer ; "This will all make perfect sense someday"
I thought the title was appropriate, if nothing else.
Anyway, I'm bored, so I brought you song lyrics
This will all make perfect sense someday
I'll be Okay
All my bills have all gone paid
I saved the bad
I broke the bank
This coulda been a slow song
A laundry list of all my wrongs
But at the end of the day
This is my beautiful disaster piece I've made
Gonna laugh I know the pain is here
This will all make perfect sense someday
I'll be A-Okay
This will all make perfect sense someday
There's got to be a reason for the rain
I don't understand the numbers
But my faith is in the math
And come someday these twisted ties will tangle
And we'll look back and laugh
And to all the hearts I've broken
And the ones that once broke mine
I've got suspicions, all will be forgiven in time
Gonna look you in the eye and say
This will all make perfect sense someday
I'll be A-Okay
This will all make perfect sense someday
There's got to be a reason for the rain
And if it ever gets bad
I mean reallybad
I'll move to Nova Scotia
Forget the life I had
I'll be up at 9 each morning
Down by the shore
Collecting things that fell off boats in storms
Well ok so I might never
But it's nice to know the option's there
This will all make perfect sense someday
I'll be A-Okay
This will all make perfect sense somday
There's got to be a reason for the rain
a reason for the rain x3
And it doesn't help
That i keep biting my lip in the same place
- John Mayer ; "This will all make perfect sense someday"
I thought the title was appropriate, if nothing else.
Your results will be published on 06-Jan-2003 at 14:30:00 GMT. Please try again then.
The time is currently 10:45:12 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Aren't the IB friendly people? Thats what I call customer service.
The time is currently 10:45:12 GMT on 06-Jan-2003.
Aren't the IB friendly people? Thats what I call customer service.
Quick thought, those people who have bumper stickers that say "Jesus Lives", Do they celebrate Easter?
A big hearty hello to all of the Mercedes College French students, who have hauled their asses out of the blistering Australian summer to frosty Quebec for a while. I don't actually know if any of you have the time or the means to tune in, but I'll post this anyway and cross my fingers. Have fun guys!
Sunday, January 05, 2003
I just saw something nobody should ever see. Bruce Willis having sex in a pool. Don't watch the "Colour of Night", I am so close to gouging my eyes out with my thumbs it is not funny.
Bought Hannibal on DVD today. Spent a good 2 hours watching the bonus disc and discovered that for the brain eating scene, the makeup staff made a life size dummy of Ray Liotta which could move his head, chew, blink, and had full facial movement. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that would be a really really cool item to have stashed away in your closet. Just think for a second, Uninvited guests rock round for dinner. All you need to do is wheel out good ol’ Ray, and serve some sort of food out of the top of his head. Brains would be good of course, reliving the scene for them would be sure to leave them puking and running for the door. But serving something such as fruit. Or nuts even out of a moving guys head would be really really neat too. I can just imagine sitting down for nibbles and eating like, chips out of this guys head. Soooo, seeing as I have a birthday coming up.. If anyone has the cash around to buy me a big cool ray liotta action man complete with wheelchair and skull cap, it would be appreciated.
I have this strange habit of downloading the first song I hear in the New Year. 2001 it was Santana and "Smooth", 2000 I have a horrible feeling it was some JLo song I have long suppressed mentally. This year however it was the Blues Brothers "Soul Man" which is really quite a rocking song. In a few years I will have a huge CD of first year songs. That will be cool.
Saturday, January 04, 2003
Dad got me up early this morning because he read in the paper that IB results were released today. Needless to say they weren't, not until the 7th. I have a bone to pick with the paper, I need my beauty sleep.
Friday, January 03, 2003
I saw this on rumandmonkey, thought that maybe I should take it, I did it twice because it screwed up once, and got two results.
Are you damned?
You have been naughty. You are the sort of person who used to pull off the wings and legs of flies when you were a child, and giggle at the black speck that remained. Evil is written right through you like 'Blackpool' through a stick of rock. You malingering deviant. Prepare for eternal damnation. You deserve it.
and
Are you damned?
You can laugh at the silly superstitions of the religious, safe in the knowledge that we are only dust and lies. All that will be left of you after you die is a slow decay and some fading memories in the minds of your friends. Hope you're enjoying your life at the moment- there's nothing better to come.
Somehow I think both are relevant somehow, you be the judge.
Are you damned?
You have been naughty. You are the sort of person who used to pull off the wings and legs of flies when you were a child, and giggle at the black speck that remained. Evil is written right through you like 'Blackpool' through a stick of rock. You malingering deviant. Prepare for eternal damnation. You deserve it.
and
Are you damned?
You can laugh at the silly superstitions of the religious, safe in the knowledge that we are only dust and lies. All that will be left of you after you die is a slow decay and some fading memories in the minds of your friends. Hope you're enjoying your life at the moment- there's nothing better to come.
Somehow I think both are relevant somehow, you be the judge.
WELCOME TO ADELAIDE
I was driving along one of the major roads by the Adelaide Airport on my way to dinner yesterday, and was looking at the area. Recently the government has put aside quite a bit of money to make the area more appealing to the eye of foreigners just arriving in the country. Part of the funding went into upgrading the median strips and planting flowers, laying grass and whatnot and the other part went into erecting a few huge billboards. The first time I drove the road after they were finished, I thought, “Yeah, that’s fair enough” but when I drove back past them a second time I almost pissed myself laughing. You see, the billboards are double sided, which means when you drive away from the airport you get one ad, when you are driving to the airport you get another. As I was driving away from the airport, I saw the billboards promoting the local area, one or two for a place to stay in the local wine-growing region and I think one was for a particular brand of flavored milk. This means on their arrival in Adelaide, visitors first impressions and first thoughts of Adelaide are, “Wow, I'm thirsty after that trip, I think I’ll get some flavored milk” and “Gee, look at that, that looks like a swell place to stay and relax while I am here”. So it’s a fairly good first impression. However if you are driving to the airport, say to catch a plane home again, on the other side of the billboards you have two alcohol advertisements and one for a suicide prevention hotline. So as our plucky and well rested travelers prepare to go home, they are thinking about drinking to forget and then killing themselves. Good work on the advertising people there! Just what we want, people going home to their country from Adelaide, walking in the door of their respective homes, wrenching the lid off of a bottle of Jack Daniels, sculling the lot while worried family look on and then taking a bath with a toaster. I don’t think that we as a city will get many people coming back, especially seeing as they are all dead. Thank God they have changed it now.
While I am at it, if any of the people who have flown over to Quebec for their little French trip are keeping up to date with this, Please feel free to drink but DON’T kill yourselves, we want you back here safe and sound. Have lots of fun, Bon Voyage guys.
I was driving along one of the major roads by the Adelaide Airport on my way to dinner yesterday, and was looking at the area. Recently the government has put aside quite a bit of money to make the area more appealing to the eye of foreigners just arriving in the country. Part of the funding went into upgrading the median strips and planting flowers, laying grass and whatnot and the other part went into erecting a few huge billboards. The first time I drove the road after they were finished, I thought, “Yeah, that’s fair enough” but when I drove back past them a second time I almost pissed myself laughing. You see, the billboards are double sided, which means when you drive away from the airport you get one ad, when you are driving to the airport you get another. As I was driving away from the airport, I saw the billboards promoting the local area, one or two for a place to stay in the local wine-growing region and I think one was for a particular brand of flavored milk. This means on their arrival in Adelaide, visitors first impressions and first thoughts of Adelaide are, “Wow, I'm thirsty after that trip, I think I’ll get some flavored milk” and “Gee, look at that, that looks like a swell place to stay and relax while I am here”. So it’s a fairly good first impression. However if you are driving to the airport, say to catch a plane home again, on the other side of the billboards you have two alcohol advertisements and one for a suicide prevention hotline. So as our plucky and well rested travelers prepare to go home, they are thinking about drinking to forget and then killing themselves. Good work on the advertising people there! Just what we want, people going home to their country from Adelaide, walking in the door of their respective homes, wrenching the lid off of a bottle of Jack Daniels, sculling the lot while worried family look on and then taking a bath with a toaster. I don’t think that we as a city will get many people coming back, especially seeing as they are all dead. Thank God they have changed it now.
While I am at it, if any of the people who have flown over to Quebec for their little French trip are keeping up to date with this, Please feel free to drink but DON’T kill yourselves, we want you back here safe and sound. Have lots of fun, Bon Voyage guys.
I wasn’t really home at all yesterday so there was no chance for me to blog, sorry. However I have some interesting thoughts.
Thursday, January 02, 2003
You know its going to be a great day when you wake up at 12:30 and come online to find that someone has already arranged what you are doing today for you
Wednesday, January 01, 2003
On a more personal note, here's how New Years Eve panned out for me.
1:00 - 6:50: Drinks and light refreshment at Mason's House, Cricket with various fruit, KFC dinner
7:00 - 11:00: Drinks and Nibbles at Emma's House, drank very alcoholic fruit punch out of a bucket, played some pool, messed around with some glow sticks
11:15 - 11:55: Wandered round Victoria Square, listened to some live music, talked to some random people, listened to the Mayor telling us to party hearty.
11:55 - 11:59: Looked around and found Daw, Francesca, Sonya, Sam and Emma
11:59 - 11:59:40: Waited anxiously for the countdown
11:59:40- 12:00: Was amazed that I still possessed the ability to count backwards from twenty, Rung in the New Year with friends, Sang an enthusiastic chorus of "More Beer" instead of "Auld Lang Syne" with some complete strangers.
12:00-12:05 : Looked for Howie, Hannah, Tim and Nic. Found them in front of the stage, Wished them all a Happy New Year.
12:05 - 12:15 : Stood around, listened to some music, danced like a fool to "Soul Man", Had an argument with a complete stranger about whether my glow stick halo was appropriate, considering I looked like Satan.
12:15 - 12:25 : Hung around, Rounded everyone up to leave for the bus.
12:25 - 12:40 : Walked up to the bus stop, Acted like a tool and copied the end of World War two footage by skipping down the middle of the street, taking a bow with my halo.
12:41 - 1:00 : Rode the 172 back to Emma's, fare welled Hannah and Nicola
1:00 - 1:10 : Walked down Emma's street in the pouring rain, getting wet and looking pathetic
1:10 - 2:10 : Sat at Emma's, Met Mason, Had the first beers of the New Year, Declared resolutions
2:10 - 2:20: Was driven back to Tim's, Courtesy of Emma's Dad.
2:20 - 2:40: Ran down Cross Road in the rain, hoping to get McDonalds. McDonalds was closed, ran all the way back up to Tim's.
2:40 - 3:10 : Sat round Tim's kitchen table eating rainbow billabongs and talking.
3:10 - 3:20 : Went upstairs, tumbled into beds, made dirty jokes about Daw's mum
3:30: Sleep
1:00 - 6:50: Drinks and light refreshment at Mason's House, Cricket with various fruit, KFC dinner
7:00 - 11:00: Drinks and Nibbles at Emma's House, drank very alcoholic fruit punch out of a bucket, played some pool, messed around with some glow sticks
11:15 - 11:55: Wandered round Victoria Square, listened to some live music, talked to some random people, listened to the Mayor telling us to party hearty.
11:55 - 11:59: Looked around and found Daw, Francesca, Sonya, Sam and Emma
11:59 - 11:59:40: Waited anxiously for the countdown
11:59:40- 12:00: Was amazed that I still possessed the ability to count backwards from twenty, Rung in the New Year with friends, Sang an enthusiastic chorus of "More Beer" instead of "Auld Lang Syne" with some complete strangers.
12:00-12:05 : Looked for Howie, Hannah, Tim and Nic. Found them in front of the stage, Wished them all a Happy New Year.
12:05 - 12:15 : Stood around, listened to some music, danced like a fool to "Soul Man", Had an argument with a complete stranger about whether my glow stick halo was appropriate, considering I looked like Satan.
12:15 - 12:25 : Hung around, Rounded everyone up to leave for the bus.
12:25 - 12:40 : Walked up to the bus stop, Acted like a tool and copied the end of World War two footage by skipping down the middle of the street, taking a bow with my halo.
12:41 - 1:00 : Rode the 172 back to Emma's, fare welled Hannah and Nicola
1:00 - 1:10 : Walked down Emma's street in the pouring rain, getting wet and looking pathetic
1:10 - 2:10 : Sat at Emma's, Met Mason, Had the first beers of the New Year, Declared resolutions
2:10 - 2:20: Was driven back to Tim's, Courtesy of Emma's Dad.
2:20 - 2:40: Ran down Cross Road in the rain, hoping to get McDonalds. McDonalds was closed, ran all the way back up to Tim's.
2:40 - 3:10 : Sat round Tim's kitchen table eating rainbow billabongs and talking.
3:10 - 3:20 : Went upstairs, tumbled into beds, made dirty jokes about Daw's mum
3:30: Sleep
HAPPY NEW YEAR! Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind, um ah, nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah something Auld Lang Syne. Hope all you guys had rocking fun last night, wherever you may have been. Stick with your resolutions, you will succeed. Work hard, play hard and have lots of fun, you don’t want to waste a perfectly good year! Here’s to 2003 being a great year!