Today, I took my old faithful panasonic Discman out to the back paddock and put a bullet in it's head. The battery door was broken, it skipped like a bitch, it never played properly, it was selective about which CD's it would play, and when I got frustrated at it, it would apologise to me. Ok, it was old and slow, but it was the best I had, and i loved the little guy. But today, he was retired.
Today, was the coming of the Zeus.
Thats right Zeus, As in Mount Olympus, Fuck with me I shove a lightning bolt up your ass.
My new, discman. I called it Daedelus
It looks mean too, all neatly done in black and silver. It looks like the Darth Vader counterpart of my old discman.
It's MP3 compatible, which means I can have over 24 hours worth of music without changing the CD. It has 120 second antishock, compared to the 10 second on my old one.
I love it already. Those who know me know that I'm WAY serious about my music.
Im so happy.
Don't eat the yellow snow
Saturday, March 29, 2003
You know what I hate?
This scenario, you are sitting in class, your teacher gives you an assignment and says
"Its ok, It should only take you 1 hour, you can do it over the weekend"
What really shits me is that all of your teachers do this, which means that you have 6 assignments on the weekend, all due on Monday.
So you go all optimistic like
"It's cool, I'll do one Friday night, Three on Saturday and two on Sunday and I'll get it all done"
So you sit down and read through the assignment and realise that it would take you an hour, IF you had been trained for 6 years and had a degree in the subject at hand. For example, The maths teacher could easily do the assignment in an hour, Piece of cake, they have had years of high school maths, a uni degree and then have been teaching it for x number of years. Or you could easily finish that chem assignment in an hour, If you had the six degrees and worked in a pharmacy.
So, I have to work out how to do all this work in one weekend,.
Its going to take me more than six hours....
This scenario, you are sitting in class, your teacher gives you an assignment and says
"Its ok, It should only take you 1 hour, you can do it over the weekend"
What really shits me is that all of your teachers do this, which means that you have 6 assignments on the weekend, all due on Monday.
So you go all optimistic like
"It's cool, I'll do one Friday night, Three on Saturday and two on Sunday and I'll get it all done"
So you sit down and read through the assignment and realise that it would take you an hour, IF you had been trained for 6 years and had a degree in the subject at hand. For example, The maths teacher could easily do the assignment in an hour, Piece of cake, they have had years of high school maths, a uni degree and then have been teaching it for x number of years. Or you could easily finish that chem assignment in an hour, If you had the six degrees and worked in a pharmacy.
So, I have to work out how to do all this work in one weekend,.
Its going to take me more than six hours....
Friday, March 28, 2003
Breakfast time.
I got up this morning, had a shower, Had breakfast.
While in the shower, I read my shampoo bottle, fairly standard thing to do really. While at breakfast, I read the cereal box.
After much deliberation, I decided that the contents of the shampoo bottle sound more appealing. My shampoo contains 6 essential vitamins and minerals, Nourishing wheat proteins, Glycerine, marshmallow extract, herbal extracts, fruit oils and essences, essential oils, coconut extracts, apple and orange extracts and water.
My breakfast cereal? Corn, Sugar, Penuts, Vegetable Oil, Malt extract, salt, essential minerals and vitamins E, C, Niacin, riboflavin, thiamin and folate. (Booooring)
Shampoo sounds so much tastier and better for you.
Solution: For a well rounded and delicious breakfast, Pour shampoo over cereal instead of milk.
It sounds good in theory.
In practice, My god. Do not try this at home.
Stupid shampoo advertisers being good at what they do.
I got up this morning, had a shower, Had breakfast.
While in the shower, I read my shampoo bottle, fairly standard thing to do really. While at breakfast, I read the cereal box.
After much deliberation, I decided that the contents of the shampoo bottle sound more appealing. My shampoo contains 6 essential vitamins and minerals, Nourishing wheat proteins, Glycerine, marshmallow extract, herbal extracts, fruit oils and essences, essential oils, coconut extracts, apple and orange extracts and water.
My breakfast cereal? Corn, Sugar, Penuts, Vegetable Oil, Malt extract, salt, essential minerals and vitamins E, C, Niacin, riboflavin, thiamin and folate. (Booooring)
Shampoo sounds so much tastier and better for you.
Solution: For a well rounded and delicious breakfast, Pour shampoo over cereal instead of milk.
It sounds good in theory.
In practice, My god. Do not try this at home.
Stupid shampoo advertisers being good at what they do.
You may notice that the blog entries are becoming fewer, I'm still dedicated to you kids, but I have lots of study to do and something has to give. Ill do it in little bits wherever I can from now on. :D
Ok, they are a little gay this week, but here we go.
FRIDAY FIVE
1. What was your most memorable moment from the last week?
I don't know, they all kind of blended together. Tim's noises were quite a highlight, The Vajoonk-Vajoonk, Badankadank and many other fantastic noises applying to dirty things kept me giggling all week (I apologise for trying to Onomatopise those words, I apologise for creating the word Onomatopise)
2. What one person touched your life this week?
Uhm, Daw touched my special area many times. If I had to say anyone, it would be Han, for reminding me what good friends are for. Luv ya kid.
3. How have you helped someone this week?
I didn't kick everyones collective asses. And I didn't manage to ignite myself human torch style and burn the fucking school down. Apparently I made people laugh and feel better, so I guess thats helping... a bit
4. What one thing do you need to get done by this time next week?
I need to spend some money on my guitar, I need to do about 20 hours of homework, and I need to finish my House of the Spirits commentary
5. What one thing will you do over the next seven days to make your world a better place?
Uh, wear deoderant? Be pleasant to my fellow man? (Thats not going to happen, The latter, not the former)
Maybe I will just restrain myself and not kick everyones collective asses again, but I'm not making any promises
FRIDAY FIVE
1. What was your most memorable moment from the last week?
I don't know, they all kind of blended together. Tim's noises were quite a highlight, The Vajoonk-Vajoonk, Badankadank and many other fantastic noises applying to dirty things kept me giggling all week (I apologise for trying to Onomatopise those words, I apologise for creating the word Onomatopise)
2. What one person touched your life this week?
Uhm, Daw touched my special area many times. If I had to say anyone, it would be Han, for reminding me what good friends are for. Luv ya kid.
3. How have you helped someone this week?
I didn't kick everyones collective asses. And I didn't manage to ignite myself human torch style and burn the fucking school down. Apparently I made people laugh and feel better, so I guess thats helping... a bit
4. What one thing do you need to get done by this time next week?
I need to spend some money on my guitar, I need to do about 20 hours of homework, and I need to finish my House of the Spirits commentary
5. What one thing will you do over the next seven days to make your world a better place?
Uh, wear deoderant? Be pleasant to my fellow man? (Thats not going to happen, The latter, not the former)
Maybe I will just restrain myself and not kick everyones collective asses again, but I'm not making any promises
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
Petrol Substitute
Who’d have thunk it, I was driving the other day and I saw petrol for 99 cents a litre, and I thought, “I might fill up, that’s pretty good” Then I realised
”wait just a goddamn minute, that’s almost a dollar a litre,” Now, I don’t know about you, but having to pay almost a dollar a litre for petrol is an outrage. I’m only a P plater, I cant afford that much for a litre of petrol. My family has a photo in their album of a petrol sign from central Australia in about 1993. The price? 85 cents a litre. Why did my parents take a photo of a petrol sign? Because back in the day 85 cents was highway robbery for fuel, you could get it in town for 60 or 70 cents to the litre!. So, being the enterprising young lad that I am, I decided to try and come up with some sort of substitute good for petrol, Because I learnt last year in economics about substitute goods and figured I could make some money. So what do I know about petrol?
1) My car runs on it
2)Its highly flammable (or inflammable, They are the same thing!)
3) It smells good.
4) If you spill it on you your hand feels cold.
Now, Being the good chemistry student that I am, I decided to focus on the flammable angle, because flames are hot and if its hot it means there is energy, energy is what makes my car go. So, I gathered up some flammable stuff, Meths, turps, almost empty cans of deodorant. All went into my little bucket of doom. So I smelt it. (Point 3). It didn’t smell very good, but it made me feel all warm and tingly. You know what does smell good though? Roses, Those things always smell good, as flowers tend to do, So I got some roses and chucked them in. Vanilla, also smells very good, but all I could find was vanilla beans and icecream. 4 litres of ice cream and a couple of beans later, I had a bucket full of nice smelling stuff, that felt could when I touched it. Then the little pixie came out onto my shoulder and said “Nick, you should really have some real fuel in there, just in case” So I poured in about 5 liters of what was left of the lawnmower fuel. That made things really fume. The air was all thick and wavy, but I smelt it and is smelled good so I thought what the hell, we will run with it. It was about that time that the unicorn came running up and said Hurry we have to save the dragon princess from the evil big bird, And I was like WTF?! But I got on the unicorn anyway but it turns out that the unicorn had wheels instead of feet and a big ass laser ray gun where its horn was meant to be. So we galloped off and fried some foot clan ass, but the Ninja turtles were nowhere to be seen because some fat bastard had run off with their pizza and their toxic waste so they were only turtles and not teenage anymore (Cause they were too old) and they were hardly mutant cause this fat guy took their toxic waste, but everything was ok because we called captian planet, that dude hates toxic waste so captain planet was all like “Man, I’m going to chase after this fat guy and kick him in the asshole so hard that it closes up and he dies” so he did and while this fat guy was on the ground in pain and dying from a closed up asshole, I stole some of the toxic waste to add to my fuel. But the bucket had sprouted legs and wound up walking off and getting lost, Luckily though it had tied a piece of spaghetti cooked al dente around its right foot, so that as it walked it would know where it was. But this little Italian dude with a big jug of tomato sauce was following the bucket and eating the spaghetti as he went, so I chased them up the street and eventually put the toxic waste and the little Italian in the bucket..
where was I?
Oh yeah two hours later I woke up in my back yard wearing only my underwear (well, only underwear, I don’t know whose they were but the last time I checked I didn’t wear size 10 childrens superman jockey shorts, mine are size 12s)
But anyway, I remembered that it was vital that my mixture was flammable, so I stirred up the mixture, took a match and dropped it into the bucket. Man it was fun, When I eventually woke up somewhere in North Adelaide, I had no eyebrows. So I went into this shop and there was this dude thee selling connector pens so I could draw my eyebrows back on. So I did.
This explains why I smell vaguely of roses and vanilla icecream, and have eyebrows that were drawn on in connector pen.
Who’d have thunk it, I was driving the other day and I saw petrol for 99 cents a litre, and I thought, “I might fill up, that’s pretty good” Then I realised
”wait just a goddamn minute, that’s almost a dollar a litre,” Now, I don’t know about you, but having to pay almost a dollar a litre for petrol is an outrage. I’m only a P plater, I cant afford that much for a litre of petrol. My family has a photo in their album of a petrol sign from central Australia in about 1993. The price? 85 cents a litre. Why did my parents take a photo of a petrol sign? Because back in the day 85 cents was highway robbery for fuel, you could get it in town for 60 or 70 cents to the litre!. So, being the enterprising young lad that I am, I decided to try and come up with some sort of substitute good for petrol, Because I learnt last year in economics about substitute goods and figured I could make some money. So what do I know about petrol?
1) My car runs on it
2)Its highly flammable (or inflammable, They are the same thing!)
3) It smells good.
4) If you spill it on you your hand feels cold.
Now, Being the good chemistry student that I am, I decided to focus on the flammable angle, because flames are hot and if its hot it means there is energy, energy is what makes my car go. So, I gathered up some flammable stuff, Meths, turps, almost empty cans of deodorant. All went into my little bucket of doom. So I smelt it. (Point 3). It didn’t smell very good, but it made me feel all warm and tingly. You know what does smell good though? Roses, Those things always smell good, as flowers tend to do, So I got some roses and chucked them in. Vanilla, also smells very good, but all I could find was vanilla beans and icecream. 4 litres of ice cream and a couple of beans later, I had a bucket full of nice smelling stuff, that felt could when I touched it. Then the little pixie came out onto my shoulder and said “Nick, you should really have some real fuel in there, just in case” So I poured in about 5 liters of what was left of the lawnmower fuel. That made things really fume. The air was all thick and wavy, but I smelt it and is smelled good so I thought what the hell, we will run with it. It was about that time that the unicorn came running up and said Hurry we have to save the dragon princess from the evil big bird, And I was like WTF?! But I got on the unicorn anyway but it turns out that the unicorn had wheels instead of feet and a big ass laser ray gun where its horn was meant to be. So we galloped off and fried some foot clan ass, but the Ninja turtles were nowhere to be seen because some fat bastard had run off with their pizza and their toxic waste so they were only turtles and not teenage anymore (Cause they were too old) and they were hardly mutant cause this fat guy took their toxic waste, but everything was ok because we called captian planet, that dude hates toxic waste so captain planet was all like “Man, I’m going to chase after this fat guy and kick him in the asshole so hard that it closes up and he dies” so he did and while this fat guy was on the ground in pain and dying from a closed up asshole, I stole some of the toxic waste to add to my fuel. But the bucket had sprouted legs and wound up walking off and getting lost, Luckily though it had tied a piece of spaghetti cooked al dente around its right foot, so that as it walked it would know where it was. But this little Italian dude with a big jug of tomato sauce was following the bucket and eating the spaghetti as he went, so I chased them up the street and eventually put the toxic waste and the little Italian in the bucket..
where was I?
Oh yeah two hours later I woke up in my back yard wearing only my underwear (well, only underwear, I don’t know whose they were but the last time I checked I didn’t wear size 10 childrens superman jockey shorts, mine are size 12s)
But anyway, I remembered that it was vital that my mixture was flammable, so I stirred up the mixture, took a match and dropped it into the bucket. Man it was fun, When I eventually woke up somewhere in North Adelaide, I had no eyebrows. So I went into this shop and there was this dude thee selling connector pens so I could draw my eyebrows back on. So I did.
This explains why I smell vaguely of roses and vanilla icecream, and have eyebrows that were drawn on in connector pen.
Last night I went to the chemistry dinner at Charlies, We all ate lots, had lots of fun and talked about chemsitry. We ate lots again. Hunter is cool, he speaks mandarin, it was pretty fun.
Saturday, March 22, 2003
The Key to Relationships
This is the kind of rambling crap that I would come up with more often if I had the time
"I was thinking about relationships, and songs dealing with relationships and you wanna know something? As I was thinking I found the key to all relationships, so here's a little tip from your Uncle John. Listen up. So you find someone you like, and you find out they like you; friend of a friend says they really like you. So you're floored. You're absolutely completely on the ground.
You pick yourself up and so you get their number and you call 'em up and you say "hey you know this was a really great phone conversation, can I see you sometime?" and they say, listen to this, they say "I'd like that." Now you're on the floor again, you're hearts thumping a million times a second all because of "I'd like that".
You pick yourself up off the ground, and you go and see them. Then you're with them and you know you just gotta tell 'em how you feel so you're like "You know what, I've gotta tell you something." and they're like "what is it?" and you're like "You know, I've been thinking about you alot.." and they go "Oh my God..." and you're like "what?" and they're like "I've been thinking about you too." So now you're flying, your 6 feet off the ground because of "I've been thinking about you." But now you know what doesn't work? "I'd like that."
So now you know, 6 months or 6 weeks or however long it may be until your comfortable but you say it. You pull him or her aside and you tell them. You say "I'm in love with you." You know and maybe she'll start to cry or he'll gasp for air and they'll say "I'm in love with you too." Now you're flying above the clouds you're so high. So now, what doesn't work? "I've been thinking about you," and "I'd like that."
So now fast forward, now you're at "I love you", "I love you a lot," "I love you more than anything in the world." and then "I love you" doesn't cut it. Its like a threshold, it keeps building. And then fast forward its like "I wanna marry you," "I wanna impregnate you with my love," and then there's -- and you know you've used this one before -- you're like "I wish they'd put a new word in the dictionary greater than love because love just doesn't describe what I'm feeling anymore!"
So then you call 'em and they're like "Do you love me?" and you're like "of course." And they're like "Tell me you love me." So you're like "I love you." and they're like "Tell me once... tell me twice... tell me three times."
Then you're at a really pivotal part in the relationship and you know what he or she says? "I hate you". You're like "What?" and the next thing you know they're like "It's over!" and you're like "No its not!" and they're like "Yes it is!" and then you are left with nothing. All those words mean nothing. Its done. Its over. You're left in absolute nothingness. You know what the moral of that story is? If there is one? Never underestimate the power of: "I'd like that."
-John Mayer, September 2002.
He has a point....
This is the kind of rambling crap that I would come up with more often if I had the time
"I was thinking about relationships, and songs dealing with relationships and you wanna know something? As I was thinking I found the key to all relationships, so here's a little tip from your Uncle John. Listen up. So you find someone you like, and you find out they like you; friend of a friend says they really like you. So you're floored. You're absolutely completely on the ground.
You pick yourself up and so you get their number and you call 'em up and you say "hey you know this was a really great phone conversation, can I see you sometime?" and they say, listen to this, they say "I'd like that." Now you're on the floor again, you're hearts thumping a million times a second all because of "I'd like that".
You pick yourself up off the ground, and you go and see them. Then you're with them and you know you just gotta tell 'em how you feel so you're like "You know what, I've gotta tell you something." and they're like "what is it?" and you're like "You know, I've been thinking about you alot.." and they go "Oh my God..." and you're like "what?" and they're like "I've been thinking about you too." So now you're flying, your 6 feet off the ground because of "I've been thinking about you." But now you know what doesn't work? "I'd like that."
So now you know, 6 months or 6 weeks or however long it may be until your comfortable but you say it. You pull him or her aside and you tell them. You say "I'm in love with you." You know and maybe she'll start to cry or he'll gasp for air and they'll say "I'm in love with you too." Now you're flying above the clouds you're so high. So now, what doesn't work? "I've been thinking about you," and "I'd like that."
So now fast forward, now you're at "I love you", "I love you a lot," "I love you more than anything in the world." and then "I love you" doesn't cut it. Its like a threshold, it keeps building. And then fast forward its like "I wanna marry you," "I wanna impregnate you with my love," and then there's -- and you know you've used this one before -- you're like "I wish they'd put a new word in the dictionary greater than love because love just doesn't describe what I'm feeling anymore!"
So then you call 'em and they're like "Do you love me?" and you're like "of course." And they're like "Tell me you love me." So you're like "I love you." and they're like "Tell me once... tell me twice... tell me three times."
Then you're at a really pivotal part in the relationship and you know what he or she says? "I hate you". You're like "What?" and the next thing you know they're like "It's over!" and you're like "No its not!" and they're like "Yes it is!" and then you are left with nothing. All those words mean nothing. Its done. Its over. You're left in absolute nothingness. You know what the moral of that story is? If there is one? Never underestimate the power of: "I'd like that."
-John Mayer, September 2002.
He has a point....
While we're here, Big birthday kisses to Kate Williams, 16 Today. Yes, She will be able to drive soon, and that thought scares me more than I ever thought possible....
Have a good one kid.
Have a good one kid.
Im tellin' ya for the last time ...
Ok, Dommy, Clare, I know I promised no more war posts, but obviously my first (The serious) war post stating my position did not make my views clear to certain, possibly Dutch people in the audience.
This will be my last post on war, And hopefully it will set things straight so I will not be misrepresented again,
Yes, We are at war. I still remain firmly seated on the fence.
No, I am not a hippie, Nor did I march in the Peace Marches because it was "cool" and I was a part of the majority. Look up my name in the dictionary; the last thing you will see next to it is "sheep". I don't follow ANYTHING because it is the cool thing to do, I follow it based on my own opinion.
I marched with the knowledge that it was futile, However I did it to show solidarity with the people who are going to lose homes, friends, children, brothers and sisters, both here and abroad during the conflict and for a swift resolution with minimal casualties.
If not wanting mass loss of life and caring for your fellow man makes me a hippie, so be it I guess. I thought it made me human.
Therein lies the reason that I suggested both Luke and Marten change their MSN names on Thursday night. I didn’t do it because I thought you were wrong, I didn’t do it because it pissed me off that you were gloating that you were right (Ha ha, You marched for peace, and we were right all along, War it is!), You have as much freedom of speech as I do.
I did it because I thought it was a little bit insensitive. Surely you boys can see that?
You were at the mass on Thursday (Betros you hypocrite, you even read!), Were you watching? There were upset people. There were people moved to tears. There are people who have relatives over there and they are scared for their safety. So emblazoning yourself with “GOD BLESS AMERICA, DIE YOU FAT BASTARD” or variations thereof was probably not the most sensitive thing to do given the mood. Or maybe you thought it was, your opinion, But if one of your parents had cancer, and I came online with an MSN name that read “MAN CANCER ROCKS MY WORLD! GO CANCER!” I’m sure that you wouldn’t be too happy.
Furthermore, I don’t dispute Marten’s views that the Anti war protests had lots of young people at them, maybe they didn’t know the full story, maybe they did think that they could change something. Generalizing and saying that all of the protestors didn’t know what they were talking about was harsh. At the first march in the City, there were plenty of non-hippies, plenty of people old enough to have seen the ravages of war firsthand in WW2, and Vietnam, and were there praying that maybe this would have an effect. There were marches the world over. Surely not all of them could be as “misguided” as you suggest, Marten.
This may surprise you, But I DID actually think before I formed an opinion. I didn’t just dash in because it was the cool thing to do. As much as there are people who blindly join the majority, there are people who join the minority because they think that it would be fun to argue.
One last point, 90% of the bombs are accurate to 2 meters, 10% therefore hit something else, they are dropping thousands of them, for every 1000, that’s 100 that hit someone’s house, a school, a church, a shopping centre. If that was your house, I’m sure the figures would make no difference.
I hope that clears things up.
God bless to all the brave men and women who are out there fighting, their families and anyone else affected by the war.
Lets pray that its over and done with quickly and cleanly.
Peace out.
Ok, Dommy, Clare, I know I promised no more war posts, but obviously my first (The serious) war post stating my position did not make my views clear to certain, possibly Dutch people in the audience.
This will be my last post on war, And hopefully it will set things straight so I will not be misrepresented again,
Yes, We are at war. I still remain firmly seated on the fence.
No, I am not a hippie, Nor did I march in the Peace Marches because it was "cool" and I was a part of the majority. Look up my name in the dictionary; the last thing you will see next to it is "sheep". I don't follow ANYTHING because it is the cool thing to do, I follow it based on my own opinion.
I marched with the knowledge that it was futile, However I did it to show solidarity with the people who are going to lose homes, friends, children, brothers and sisters, both here and abroad during the conflict and for a swift resolution with minimal casualties.
If not wanting mass loss of life and caring for your fellow man makes me a hippie, so be it I guess. I thought it made me human.
Therein lies the reason that I suggested both Luke and Marten change their MSN names on Thursday night. I didn’t do it because I thought you were wrong, I didn’t do it because it pissed me off that you were gloating that you were right (Ha ha, You marched for peace, and we were right all along, War it is!), You have as much freedom of speech as I do.
I did it because I thought it was a little bit insensitive. Surely you boys can see that?
You were at the mass on Thursday (Betros you hypocrite, you even read!), Were you watching? There were upset people. There were people moved to tears. There are people who have relatives over there and they are scared for their safety. So emblazoning yourself with “GOD BLESS AMERICA, DIE YOU FAT BASTARD” or variations thereof was probably not the most sensitive thing to do given the mood. Or maybe you thought it was, your opinion, But if one of your parents had cancer, and I came online with an MSN name that read “MAN CANCER ROCKS MY WORLD! GO CANCER!” I’m sure that you wouldn’t be too happy.
Furthermore, I don’t dispute Marten’s views that the Anti war protests had lots of young people at them, maybe they didn’t know the full story, maybe they did think that they could change something. Generalizing and saying that all of the protestors didn’t know what they were talking about was harsh. At the first march in the City, there were plenty of non-hippies, plenty of people old enough to have seen the ravages of war firsthand in WW2, and Vietnam, and were there praying that maybe this would have an effect. There were marches the world over. Surely not all of them could be as “misguided” as you suggest, Marten.
This may surprise you, But I DID actually think before I formed an opinion. I didn’t just dash in because it was the cool thing to do. As much as there are people who blindly join the majority, there are people who join the minority because they think that it would be fun to argue.
One last point, 90% of the bombs are accurate to 2 meters, 10% therefore hit something else, they are dropping thousands of them, for every 1000, that’s 100 that hit someone’s house, a school, a church, a shopping centre. If that was your house, I’m sure the figures would make no difference.
I hope that clears things up.
God bless to all the brave men and women who are out there fighting, their families and anyone else affected by the war.
Lets pray that its over and done with quickly and cleanly.
Peace out.
Friday, March 21, 2003
Frrrrrrrrriday five!
1. If you had the chance to meet someone you've never met, from the past or present, who would it be?
I would have to say
2. If you had to live in a different century, past or future, which would it be?
In the past, in medieval times, I reckon that would rock quite a bit. What with the armour and the weapons and the nasty parasites
3. If you had to move anywhere else on Earth, where would it be?
Europe somewhere, It might be cool to live in France for a while. Or Japan, That would kick ass too.
4. If you had to be a fictional character, who would it be?
If I could be a superhero, The Human Torch, being able to set myself on fire would so very handy. Watch out school if that ever happens!
Or, JC Denton from Deus Ex, He's calm, cool, composed and has bitching robotic implants
5. If you had to live with having someone else's face as your own for the rest of your life, whose would it be?
I dont know, someone who isnt as ugly as I am
1. If you had the chance to meet someone you've never met, from the past or present, who would it be?
I would have to say
2. If you had to live in a different century, past or future, which would it be?
In the past, in medieval times, I reckon that would rock quite a bit. What with the armour and the weapons and the nasty parasites
3. If you had to move anywhere else on Earth, where would it be?
Europe somewhere, It might be cool to live in France for a while. Or Japan, That would kick ass too.
4. If you had to be a fictional character, who would it be?
If I could be a superhero, The Human Torch, being able to set myself on fire would so very handy. Watch out school if that ever happens!
Or, JC Denton from Deus Ex, He's calm, cool, composed and has bitching robotic implants
5. If you had to live with having someone else's face as your own for the rest of your life, whose would it be?
I dont know, someone who isnt as ugly as I am
Thursday, March 20, 2003
I can think of two things that would make this whole nasty war thing go away.
One is Boost Juices "Name Day" free juice or smoothie.
We just need to hope out that they call out "Saddam" and "George" on the same day within the next few days.
If it happens, they will be able to sit down over juice and talk about all their differences and then everyone will be happy.
The other you ask?
Jared's Southwest Turkey and Bacon Footlong Sub.
Man those things are tasty. If you had one of those with a big ol' boost juice, All your problems would go away.
I can picture Bushy boy and Saddam sitting down for a Juice and a Sub, talking out their differences and then giving each other a big hug and promising to meet once a month for a Sub and a Juice.
Or maybe, Saddam is just mad because there aren't enough Subway outlets in Iraq.
I noticed that the old sod is getting a little soft around the gutline. You know how you feel when you are a little bit doughy, You get cranky, you snap at people.
Ill bet that if Saddam could go on the subway diet and shed those pounds he would be fit and trim and definately not cranky.
So, The answer isnt bombs, It's footlongs! Make a really big Sweet onion and teryaki Sub and drop the it out of a plane. I bet you the war will be over as soon as subway moves in and sets up in Iraq. What are you waiting for Jared?
One is Boost Juices "Name Day" free juice or smoothie.
We just need to hope out that they call out "Saddam" and "George" on the same day within the next few days.
If it happens, they will be able to sit down over juice and talk about all their differences and then everyone will be happy.
The other you ask?
Jared's Southwest Turkey and Bacon Footlong Sub.
Man those things are tasty. If you had one of those with a big ol' boost juice, All your problems would go away.
I can picture Bushy boy and Saddam sitting down for a Juice and a Sub, talking out their differences and then giving each other a big hug and promising to meet once a month for a Sub and a Juice.
Or maybe, Saddam is just mad because there aren't enough Subway outlets in Iraq.
I noticed that the old sod is getting a little soft around the gutline. You know how you feel when you are a little bit doughy, You get cranky, you snap at people.
Ill bet that if Saddam could go on the subway diet and shed those pounds he would be fit and trim and definately not cranky.
So, The answer isnt bombs, It's footlongs! Make a really big Sweet onion and teryaki Sub and drop the it out of a plane. I bet you the war will be over as soon as subway moves in and sets up in Iraq. What are you waiting for Jared?
The Best Laid Plans (A play)
(George Bush and John Howard sit opposite each other at a large table. A map of Iraq lies between them, divided into grid squares. A Geneva convention supervisor sits at the head of the table.)
Bush: (Points at map) Well, we plan to mobilize ground troops here, Move tanks and APC’s in here and we will air drop GI’s in here, here and here. Other than that Special forces will move in order to assure that we minimize civilian causalities as much as possible.
Supervisor: Well gentleman, lets make sure you do that; We do not want widespread civilian casualties. Other than that we are satisfied.
Bush: Furthermore, we plan to blah blah blah.. (Continues rambling as supervisor walks out)
Howard: annnnnnd he’s gone!
(Bush and Howard pull out walkie talkies and a set of red pins and white pins, George pulls on a 10 gallon hat)
Bush: hoookay, I’m gonna go A3, (Speaks into walkie talkie) Mobilize air units to Grid Ref. A3.
Walkie Talkie: Yes sir. (Exploding noises)
Howard: Miss! I’ll take D4.
Bush: Hit! F6?
Howard: Hit! You smashed my school up! I’ll get you! D5!
Bush: Hit, you crushed my orphanage! A7?
Howard: Miss. E8?
Bush: Hit. A3? You killed my Cathedral!
Howard: Hit, You pummeled my playground.
(Supervisor Runs back in)
Supervisor: Good god gentlemen! You have blown up half the bloody country!. What happened to tactics?
Bush: Uhhh, this is the simplest way to flush out Saddam and the terrorists he is hiding.
Supervisor: You haven’t hit a damn thing but innocents!
Bush: They weren’t innocent, they live in Iraq, therefore they must be terrorists!
Supervisor: What are you, High? You are meant to be attacking Saddam, Not innocent people!
Bush: The fact is that we have no idea where he is, this is the fastest way to find out where he is.
(Saddam in aviator glasses and a Hawaiian shirt walks up to the window and looks in)
Bush: No siree, no idea at all.
(Osama bin laden walks up to the window, lights a cigarette and starts talking with Saddam)
Bush: We don’t even know where Osama Bin Laden is either
(Saddam drops his pants and butt presses the window while Laden laughs hysterically)
Bush: I have an idea!
(Takes out a marker, Draws one big square encompassing the whole of Iraq and writes C4 in red in the corner)
Bush: Oops, almost forgot. (Draws a smaller square around the oil fields, labels it C3, Talks into walkie talkie) All units, Hit Grid Ref. C4, Avoid C3, Over.
(Chaos ensues,)
Curtain
(George Bush and John Howard sit opposite each other at a large table. A map of Iraq lies between them, divided into grid squares. A Geneva convention supervisor sits at the head of the table.)
Bush: (Points at map) Well, we plan to mobilize ground troops here, Move tanks and APC’s in here and we will air drop GI’s in here, here and here. Other than that Special forces will move in order to assure that we minimize civilian causalities as much as possible.
Supervisor: Well gentleman, lets make sure you do that; We do not want widespread civilian casualties. Other than that we are satisfied.
Bush: Furthermore, we plan to blah blah blah.. (Continues rambling as supervisor walks out)
Howard: annnnnnd he’s gone!
(Bush and Howard pull out walkie talkies and a set of red pins and white pins, George pulls on a 10 gallon hat)
Bush: hoookay, I’m gonna go A3, (Speaks into walkie talkie) Mobilize air units to Grid Ref. A3.
Walkie Talkie: Yes sir. (Exploding noises)
Howard: Miss! I’ll take D4.
Bush: Hit! F6?
Howard: Hit! You smashed my school up! I’ll get you! D5!
Bush: Hit, you crushed my orphanage! A7?
Howard: Miss. E8?
Bush: Hit. A3? You killed my Cathedral!
Howard: Hit, You pummeled my playground.
(Supervisor Runs back in)
Supervisor: Good god gentlemen! You have blown up half the bloody country!. What happened to tactics?
Bush: Uhhh, this is the simplest way to flush out Saddam and the terrorists he is hiding.
Supervisor: You haven’t hit a damn thing but innocents!
Bush: They weren’t innocent, they live in Iraq, therefore they must be terrorists!
Supervisor: What are you, High? You are meant to be attacking Saddam, Not innocent people!
Bush: The fact is that we have no idea where he is, this is the fastest way to find out where he is.
(Saddam in aviator glasses and a Hawaiian shirt walks up to the window and looks in)
Bush: No siree, no idea at all.
(Osama bin laden walks up to the window, lights a cigarette and starts talking with Saddam)
Bush: We don’t even know where Osama Bin Laden is either
(Saddam drops his pants and butt presses the window while Laden laughs hysterically)
Bush: I have an idea!
(Takes out a marker, Draws one big square encompassing the whole of Iraq and writes C4 in red in the corner)
Bush: Oops, almost forgot. (Draws a smaller square around the oil fields, labels it C3, Talks into walkie talkie) All units, Hit Grid Ref. C4, Avoid C3, Over.
(Chaos ensues,)
Curtain
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
I live for Cappuchino Ice cream, Its a perfect mix of chocolate and coffee to deal with your after dinner chocolate\coffee craving!
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
My week so far.
Busy stuff.
Haven't had much of a chance to do anything substantial blog wise, but hope to remedy that soon.
Monday: Sat through all my lessons, banked on not having to go to Lesson 5 and 6 because of a cool play, Got screwed, Had to go to L5, Spent lesson 6 in the library with Mykiela checking out the puberty and sex books. Most of the rest of my day was spent being pointed and laughed at.
Tuesday: Had the shonky bus to go to school, Was told I should apply for a scholarship to study in the USA, Got vaccinated against meningococcal and therefore missed most of Indo (Infinite happiness), Sat through one lesson of physics, Skipped the second of a double for a motivational speech, the guy was like Robin Williams with a mullet on speed, Hung around after school, helping out at the SRC induction night, Went out to dinner to celebrate Mum's 50th.
Im tired. Too much work
Busy stuff.
Haven't had much of a chance to do anything substantial blog wise, but hope to remedy that soon.
Monday: Sat through all my lessons, banked on not having to go to Lesson 5 and 6 because of a cool play, Got screwed, Had to go to L5, Spent lesson 6 in the library with Mykiela checking out the puberty and sex books. Most of the rest of my day was spent being pointed and laughed at.
Tuesday: Had the shonky bus to go to school, Was told I should apply for a scholarship to study in the USA, Got vaccinated against meningococcal and therefore missed most of Indo (Infinite happiness), Sat through one lesson of physics, Skipped the second of a double for a motivational speech, the guy was like Robin Williams with a mullet on speed, Hung around after school, helping out at the SRC induction night, Went out to dinner to celebrate Mum's 50th.
Im tired. Too much work
Monday, March 17, 2003
Friday, March 14, 2003
No lyrics for a while.
This is a good Non-Mayer song that seemed appropriate.
Friday night I'm going nowhere
All the lights are changing green to red
Turning over TV stations
Situations running through my head
Well looking back through time
You know it's clear that I've been blind
I've been a fool
To ever open up my heart
To all that jealousy, that bitterness, that ridicule
Saturday I'm running wild
And all the lights are changing red to green
Moving through the crowd I'm pushing
Chemicals all rushing through my bloodstream
Only wish that you were here
You know I'm seeing it so clear
I've been afraid
To tell you how I really feel
Admit to some of those bad mistakes I've made
If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Babylon, Babylon
Sunday all the lights of London
Shining , Sky is fading red to blue
I'm kicking through the Autumn leaves
And wondering where it is you might be going to
Turning back for home
You know I'm feeling so alone
I can't believe
Climbing on the stair
I turn around to see you smiling there
In front of me
If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Babylon, Babylon, Babylon
-David Grey. "Babylon"
This is a good Non-Mayer song that seemed appropriate.
Friday night I'm going nowhere
All the lights are changing green to red
Turning over TV stations
Situations running through my head
Well looking back through time
You know it's clear that I've been blind
I've been a fool
To ever open up my heart
To all that jealousy, that bitterness, that ridicule
Saturday I'm running wild
And all the lights are changing red to green
Moving through the crowd I'm pushing
Chemicals all rushing through my bloodstream
Only wish that you were here
You know I'm seeing it so clear
I've been afraid
To tell you how I really feel
Admit to some of those bad mistakes I've made
If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Babylon, Babylon
Sunday all the lights of London
Shining , Sky is fading red to blue
I'm kicking through the Autumn leaves
And wondering where it is you might be going to
Turning back for home
You know I'm feeling so alone
I can't believe
Climbing on the stair
I turn around to see you smiling there
In front of me
If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Babylon, Babylon, Babylon
-David Grey. "Babylon"
Its friday kids,
You know what that means...
Thats right! Its time for THE FRIDAY FIVE!
(this week they are a little gay, not my doing)
1. Do you like talking on the phone? Why or why not?
I can enjoy it, depends who I'm talking to I guess, gets boring after a while.
2. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?
Uhm, I think it was either my cousin or my dad
3. About how many telephones do you have at home?
Well, three land lines, My mobile, dads mobile and mums mobile, that comes to six
4. Have you encountered anyone who has really bad phone manners? What happened?
Well, Sean does other things (Like play video games) and loses concentration, so you can be explaining something to him for half an hour and then at the end have him go "huh, What?". It gets irritating.
Daw goes to the bathroom on the phone a lot. .. .. If I have to hear him taking a slash while talking to me on the phone again, I think I'll scream.
5. Would you rather pick up the phone and call someone or write them an e-mail or a letter? Why or why not?
Email, Because I am a net head. (and a writer). Sides, writing gives you a chance to think about what you are actually saying without having to sound stupid.
Thats it for this week kids, Tune in next week for another FRIDAY FIVE!
You know what that means...
Thats right! Its time for THE FRIDAY FIVE!
(this week they are a little gay, not my doing)
1. Do you like talking on the phone? Why or why not?
I can enjoy it, depends who I'm talking to I guess, gets boring after a while.
2. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?
Uhm, I think it was either my cousin or my dad
3. About how many telephones do you have at home?
Well, three land lines, My mobile, dads mobile and mums mobile, that comes to six
4. Have you encountered anyone who has really bad phone manners? What happened?
Well, Sean does other things (Like play video games) and loses concentration, so you can be explaining something to him for half an hour and then at the end have him go "huh, What?". It gets irritating.
Daw goes to the bathroom on the phone a lot. .. .. If I have to hear him taking a slash while talking to me on the phone again, I think I'll scream.
5. Would you rather pick up the phone and call someone or write them an e-mail or a letter? Why or why not?
Email, Because I am a net head. (and a writer). Sides, writing gives you a chance to think about what you are actually saying without having to sound stupid.
Thats it for this week kids, Tune in next week for another FRIDAY FIVE!
Thursday, March 13, 2003
That's right, Blogging counts as CAS hours. So I figure that this means I can claim like 150 odd hours based on this blog. Mwahahahahhaha.
Today is a good day.
Today is a good day.
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
As some of you may know, in January, I did some work. I pruned trees, in the heat, and the dust etc.
As you expect when you work, you should get paid, however, I waited alll through January and Allll through February to get my damn money. Now I have it, I dont know what to do with it.
I think I might finally get that MP3 player...
Hmmm
On the subject of money "DALE AND MYKIELA WERE WRONG!"
Here's the play.
last wednesday I bought a new "operation" instant scratchie (They are pretty fun)
They chastised me "Don't waste your money Lucas"
But I did, It cost three bucks, I won four. Im now a dollar ahead.
Using three bucks of my winnings, I bought another, and won another four. I am now two bucks ahead.
Using three bucks of those winnings, I go again, You guessed it, Another four, Thats three bucks ahead
(By the way, its not freak luck that I keep getting four, thats just the lowest prize you can get)
OK, So I use another set of winnings to buy another scratchie, Lo and behold. 12 bucks this time.
I spend 3 again, (And use part of the rest to buy chocolate for my maths class) So I'm what now? 12 bucks ahead.
This time, I won, *Cash register noise* 16 dollars.
16 Big ones. Thats right.
So if I spend 3 on another one, that means that I am 26 dollars ahead on an original 3 Dollar investment.
(And I can buy this months FHM)
So, To recount, Dale and Mykiela were wrong, Nick was right (And is the luckiest son of a bitch ever)
Monday, March 10, 2003
Maturity, and how to avoid it.
Today in Physics, Kev was talking about a question in our last Physics test.
He said "Now, If Uranus is 15 times as massive as the Earth..."
And that started me chuckling. What made it worse was he kept saying Uranus.
"If Uranus has a gravitational force of this..."
"Let r be the radius of Uranus"
Nicola chastised me for being immature.
I laughed so hard, but couldn't laugh out loud, cause it was during a lesson, all serious and stuff, and didn't want to reveal to everyone how immature I was.
But here I am.
Thats right. I laughed so hard I nearly cried about a Uranus joke.
What are ya gonna do about it?
Today in Physics, Kev was talking about a question in our last Physics test.
He said "Now, If Uranus is 15 times as massive as the Earth..."
And that started me chuckling. What made it worse was he kept saying Uranus.
"If Uranus has a gravitational force of this..."
"Let r be the radius of Uranus"
Nicola chastised me for being immature.
I laughed so hard, but couldn't laugh out loud, cause it was during a lesson, all serious and stuff, and didn't want to reveal to everyone how immature I was.
But here I am.
Thats right. I laughed so hard I nearly cried about a Uranus joke.
What are ya gonna do about it?
How to Make an American Quilt (For the new age)
You will need. . .
Several 20cm by 20cm squares of fabric in various colours.
Several Small needles.
Many lengths of cotton.
Some strips of velcro.
Soft fluffy duck or goose down.
A big bottle of normal glue.
Three large cases of Smirnoff vodka.
Three large cases of Jack Daniels.
Twenty Crates of tinned beans.
One can opener.
One snorkelers mask and snorkel.
One lead lined wetsuit.
One thick lead lined vest
One average Geiger-Muller counter.
Many sheets of 2 Inch thick Lead plating.
Lead pop rivets.
An arc welder.
a transistor radio and batteries.
Method:
Using the cotton thread and the needle, sew the fabric squares together until you have one big (5meter by 10 meter) piece of fabric.
Fold fabric in half and sew along the sides, ensuring that you leave the bottom open.
Sew the strips of velcro to the open end.
Use the glue to generously coat the lead plating, and then spread the down over them.
Take the arc welder and weld the lead plating together to form a 5x5 meter square.
Segment, and bend until you have a rough Igloo shape, using the rivets to reinforce the structure.
Insert the lead Igloo into your pre-made quilt cover.
Dress in your wetsuit, affix snorkle mask and snorkel.
Put on lead vest.
Crawl under quilt. Use the alcohol to pass the time until nuclear Holocaust occurs.
When hungry, open cans of beans, eat to keep your strength up.
Continue to get smashed out of your mind, (Use empty bean and alcohol crates to throw up in)
Listen to radio for updates on world events, and use Geiger counter to measure background radiation.
When background radiation reaches a safe level, Crawl out from under your quilt.
Enjoy being the last person on Earth
You will need. . .
Several 20cm by 20cm squares of fabric in various colours.
Several Small needles.
Many lengths of cotton.
Some strips of velcro.
Soft fluffy duck or goose down.
A big bottle of normal glue.
Three large cases of Smirnoff vodka.
Three large cases of Jack Daniels.
Twenty Crates of tinned beans.
One can opener.
One snorkelers mask and snorkel.
One lead lined wetsuit.
One thick lead lined vest
One average Geiger-Muller counter.
Many sheets of 2 Inch thick Lead plating.
Lead pop rivets.
An arc welder.
a transistor radio and batteries.
Method:
Using the cotton thread and the needle, sew the fabric squares together until you have one big (5meter by 10 meter) piece of fabric.
Fold fabric in half and sew along the sides, ensuring that you leave the bottom open.
Sew the strips of velcro to the open end.
Use the glue to generously coat the lead plating, and then spread the down over them.
Take the arc welder and weld the lead plating together to form a 5x5 meter square.
Segment, and bend until you have a rough Igloo shape, using the rivets to reinforce the structure.
Insert the lead Igloo into your pre-made quilt cover.
Dress in your wetsuit, affix snorkle mask and snorkel.
Put on lead vest.
Crawl under quilt. Use the alcohol to pass the time until nuclear Holocaust occurs.
When hungry, open cans of beans, eat to keep your strength up.
Continue to get smashed out of your mind, (Use empty bean and alcohol crates to throw up in)
Listen to radio for updates on world events, and use Geiger counter to measure background radiation.
When background radiation reaches a safe level, Crawl out from under your quilt.
Enjoy being the last person on Earth
Chemistry Close up.
Don't volunteer for anything in Chem.
Hunter told us today that he had a really good demonstration to help us with the practical. He asked for a volunteer. Me in my infinite wisdom decided to stick my hand up. The demonstration involved him pouring some solid white Copper Sulphate into my hand, then adding a drop of water.
This for those in the know is an Exothermic reaction.
For those not in the know, this means that it releases heat.
This means that if you were conducting the reaction in a test tube, the glass would heat up.
If you are conducting the reaction in your hand, this means IT BURNS LIKE A SON OF A BITCH!
So yes, now I have a burn on my right hand, It's about the size of a two dollar coin, and its forming a teeny little blister in the middle. It looks pretty nasty.
How fun is Chemistry!
Don't volunteer for anything in Chem.
Hunter told us today that he had a really good demonstration to help us with the practical. He asked for a volunteer. Me in my infinite wisdom decided to stick my hand up. The demonstration involved him pouring some solid white Copper Sulphate into my hand, then adding a drop of water.
This for those in the know is an Exothermic reaction.
For those not in the know, this means that it releases heat.
This means that if you were conducting the reaction in a test tube, the glass would heat up.
If you are conducting the reaction in your hand, this means IT BURNS LIKE A SON OF A BITCH!
So yes, now I have a burn on my right hand, It's about the size of a two dollar coin, and its forming a teeny little blister in the middle. It looks pretty nasty.
How fun is Chemistry!
Sunday, March 09, 2003
I found this, I thought it was funny.
This one's for you Johnny B! I'll be interested to see what number you are!.
what number are you?
this quiz by orsa
This one's for you Johnny B! I'll be interested to see what number you are!.
I am p Everyone loves pi _ |
this quiz by orsa
Here you are, I'm messing with translators again.
This time I went, Dutch, German, French, Italian, Portuguese, Back into Dutch and then into English. Enjoy!
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This time I went, Dutch, German, French, Italian, Portuguese, Back into Dutch and then into English. Enjoy!
The function and the most important head of the language (the type of Lucas of reduced the connection), I, this penetrated, expensive of wereldLit. In the order had the function and the most important head of the language (the love recovered that crap van IB to), moved with this the eerbied very well. On these a wise, reduced this we, study in the language today go make the type of Lucas of to, the connection. Lições of the illustrated magazine of today sarcastic e "are" "" the pleasant lesson" very simple are "pleasant are. In the pleasant order initially seem, produced the something word to repliek, "y" and the changes add them - simple in advance stipulated of as in something with two and suffisso in something with y resounded turn. Z. B. The collecting strength has the manner: The axe of the shortage believes? Leuke have the manner: Is Wookie the wicky sicky van Lukey of sensitivity? It uses of late generally of woman of it, if one po to aims ', that it are lowest of that, the children will be, who shares it in most large of the cases, small the small house animals is e. The collecting strength has the manner: That dog of leuke. Leuke have the manner: Woggie the Ché doggy of wootie of cutey! This adequate structure on the manner knows uses already with acostum-zijn, the this resounded pleasant and precies pleasantly, already giving form. The detention of Ackward as an example. . The collecting strength has the manner: I making one onderzoeksfungo maliciously in my Testikeln, which has the that manner of Leuke: I have malicious wasty of paddestoelwungus in westies of my of testey. Nizza NR. Much well and incredibly V. N. - direct bedreiging
The Function and Power of Language (Nick Lucas Style)
I was bored, The prospect of world Lit. has caused me to reflect on the function and power of language (Gotta love that IB crap). So today we are going to do a Language study, Nick Lucas style. Today's lessons are "Being Sarcastic" and "Being Cute"
Lesson One
"Being Cute"
Very simple. To make something appear cute, simply duplicate the word, add a "y" to the first and change the prefix of the second to something with an double sound and the suffix to something with a y.
For example:
Original Sentence: Is Luke feeling sick?
Cute Sentence: Is Lukey wookie feeling sicky wicky?
This is commonly used by the female of the species when addressing something smaller than they are, in most cases, small domestic animals and small children.
Original Sentence: What a cute dog.
Cute sentence: What a cutey wootie doggy woggie!
Using this sentence structure can be used to make anything at all sound all cute and cuddly.
Take for example the unpleasant..
Original Sentence: I have a nasty fungus on my testes
Cute sentence: I have a nasty wasty fungus wungus on my testey westies.
Cute no?
Very cute, and incredibly un-threatening.
This is the reason that this structure can be used in a sarcastic nature, most often by the male of the species. Most often around the female of the species, to make their male opposition seem small, thus improving their chances of "picking up" (Appropriate conversation for "picking up" will be covered in lesson 4). The structure can be used to belittle mates thusly. . .
Original Sentence: Can’t you handle your drink?
Cute Sentence: Can’t (little) Marky warky handle his drinky winky?
(Note: the use of little only belittles the mate further)
Lesson Two
“Being Sarcastic”
Very similar to what we learnt in lesson one. Duplicate the word and use Schma as a prefix to the second and ancy as the suffix. Shown
Original sentence: Aren’t my new clothes fancy?
Sarcastic retort: Psh, Fancy Schmancy.
This tactic can be used to make even the most serious of situations seem lighthearted.
Sometimes the suffix can be omitted.
Original Sentence: Help me there is a crazy man with a gun!
Sarcastic retort: Gun Schmun
It can also be used to show disbelief and even optimisim.
Original Sentence: The doctors just told me I have cancer.
Retort: Cancer Schmancer.
Stay tuned!
I was bored, The prospect of world Lit. has caused me to reflect on the function and power of language (Gotta love that IB crap). So today we are going to do a Language study, Nick Lucas style. Today's lessons are "Being Sarcastic" and "Being Cute"
Lesson One
"Being Cute"
Very simple. To make something appear cute, simply duplicate the word, add a "y" to the first and change the prefix of the second to something with an double sound and the suffix to something with a y.
For example:
Original Sentence: Is Luke feeling sick?
Cute Sentence: Is Lukey wookie feeling sicky wicky?
This is commonly used by the female of the species when addressing something smaller than they are, in most cases, small domestic animals and small children.
Original Sentence: What a cute dog.
Cute sentence: What a cutey wootie doggy woggie!
Using this sentence structure can be used to make anything at all sound all cute and cuddly.
Take for example the unpleasant..
Original Sentence: I have a nasty fungus on my testes
Cute sentence: I have a nasty wasty fungus wungus on my testey westies.
Cute no?
Very cute, and incredibly un-threatening.
This is the reason that this structure can be used in a sarcastic nature, most often by the male of the species. Most often around the female of the species, to make their male opposition seem small, thus improving their chances of "picking up" (Appropriate conversation for "picking up" will be covered in lesson 4). The structure can be used to belittle mates thusly. . .
Original Sentence: Can’t you handle your drink?
Cute Sentence: Can’t (little) Marky warky handle his drinky winky?
(Note: the use of little only belittles the mate further)
Lesson Two
“Being Sarcastic”
Very similar to what we learnt in lesson one. Duplicate the word and use Schma as a prefix to the second and ancy as the suffix. Shown
Original sentence: Aren’t my new clothes fancy?
Sarcastic retort: Psh, Fancy Schmancy.
This tactic can be used to make even the most serious of situations seem lighthearted.
Sometimes the suffix can be omitted.
Original Sentence: Help me there is a crazy man with a gun!
Sarcastic retort: Gun Schmun
It can also be used to show disbelief and even optimisim.
Original Sentence: The doctors just told me I have cancer.
Retort: Cancer Schmancer.
Stay tuned!
I know what you are all thinking. "Man, Is Nick dead? He hasn't updated in a while". Well, it will please you to know that I am still alive and kicking, However, I have been run off my feet this weekend. Friday night I went to Howie's to watch the cricket, Saturday I got up late, did my homework and then went to Sonya's suprise party. She really was surprised which is pretty scary, cause the thing has been planned for ages and she had been digging for information for a long time. Regardless, her birthday was on Wednesday (5th) and I wish her a very happy (if belated) Birthday on here. While on the subject of birthdays, I will wish another happy (if belated) birthday to Shan, who turned 16 on Friday. Congrats to Daw who arranged our whole night last night, We went to Cafe Paradiso on King William, It was pretty cool. (Betros has made up a nifty little slide show here.) I had chilli prawns and there was plenty of good conversation. I also got a discount on my meal (which according to Daw was because the waitress wanted me). After dinner we had gelati, then cake.
With full bellies we decided to crash the year 10 party at Hannah's house only to find that the year 10's really do not know how to drink. They were all sitting around watching TV.
Today I went to my first "Training" session for Yac. That's right, I am a member of YAC. (For the uneducated that stands for Youth Advisory Comittee). My role is to essentially express the opinions of the Youth to the City of Mitcham council. So my afternoon was filled with get to know you games with a bunch of pretty cool people. Now I have a bunch of Homework to do, but I will endevour to update later on.
With full bellies we decided to crash the year 10 party at Hannah's house only to find that the year 10's really do not know how to drink. They were all sitting around watching TV.
Today I went to my first "Training" session for Yac. That's right, I am a member of YAC. (For the uneducated that stands for Youth Advisory Comittee). My role is to essentially express the opinions of the Youth to the City of Mitcham council. So my afternoon was filled with get to know you games with a bunch of pretty cool people. Now I have a bunch of Homework to do, but I will endevour to update later on.
Saturday, March 08, 2003
Today I discovered a tiny little chip in the head of my guitar. Tiny, About 2mm long. It's a measly little chip in the lacquer and its all flaky. This is not good, Infinite sadness for me. I'm considering tying on a black arm band for the day. Its not like my old guitar that I threw around and was covered in little chips and cracks and dents, this was my good guitar.
Sigh. I love my guitar way too much.
Sigh. I love my guitar way too much.
Why Betros should not run long distance.
Two very good reasons.
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Photo's curtousy of yours truly
Two very good reasons.
www.stuffandassortedthings.blogspot.com
Photo's curtousy of yours truly
Friday, March 07, 2003
Its Friday kids. That means that it is time for. . ..
THE FRIDAY FIVE!
(A tradtion that I have bought into)
1. What was the last song you heard?
Zwan - Honestly
2. What were the last two movies you saw?
Uhmm, that would be Jackass and Goldmember
3. What were the last three things you purchased?
A new jacket and two new shirts (in blue and tan)
4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
My English homework, Draw some money, Finish my World lit essay, Play guitar.
5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
Dale, Stefan, Hannah, Kate and Betros
Thats it till next friday!
THE FRIDAY FIVE!
(A tradtion that I have bought into)
1. What was the last song you heard?
Zwan - Honestly
2. What were the last two movies you saw?
Uhmm, that would be Jackass and Goldmember
3. What were the last three things you purchased?
A new jacket and two new shirts (in blue and tan)
4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
My English homework, Draw some money, Finish my World lit essay, Play guitar.
5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
Dale, Stefan, Hannah, Kate and Betros
Thats it till next friday!
Thursday, March 06, 2003
I won four bucks on an instant scratchie, which I bought with the four bucks I won on another instant scratchie. Dale and Mykiela said I was wasting my money, but by the looks of it, I have made 8 bucks off a $3 investment. That is $5 profit. Thats right Bitches.
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
Playing with Language.
The following is a translation of an English passage that was translated to French, German, Spanish and back into English.
"The well I that could be disturbado with the translators the recovery of Internets AIDS, and sees, thought what really appears, if we kissed ourselves around with diverse translations. Thus I write the English step, I translate French, then to German, then in Spanish and again in English. It must so fundamental go to the right, a battery of crud on anything is the set. We discovered that blogging today, to that now I form for the accounts for example the hours of the BOX for our diploma of IB. This exhibition made pivot the donkey in addition to my day, because I had to mention desperate necessarily few hours of the creativity and something, she. Another one, that that much English work we received, around the area of the measured value of the alcohol (something, suggests to go away that I not too much really desire). We have chem. Test tomorrow. I imagine fall. It is not good. I have good nombr ' and a good number that will form of the work,; nevertheless dirtied I here with other languages. Sigh "
For anyone who cares ,the original read.
Well, I thought that it might be fun to mess around with internet translators and see what actually happens if we screw around with different translations. So, I am going to write a passage in English, Translate it into French, then German, Then Spanish, and back into English. So basically it’s just going to be a pile of crud about nothing at all. Today we discovered that blogging, what I'm doing now counts as CAS hours for our IB diploma. This revelation rocked the ass off my day because I had little creativity hours and desperately needed something to bring them up. Other than that we got a lot of English homework to do involving reading House of the Spirits (Something I don’t really want to do). We have a chem. Test tomorrow. I think I am going to fail. It’s not going to be good. I have lots and lots of homework to do; yet here I am messing with other languages. Sigh
Language is fun
The following is a translation of an English passage that was translated to French, German, Spanish and back into English.
"The well I that could be disturbado with the translators the recovery of Internets AIDS, and sees, thought what really appears, if we kissed ourselves around with diverse translations. Thus I write the English step, I translate French, then to German, then in Spanish and again in English. It must so fundamental go to the right, a battery of crud on anything is the set. We discovered that blogging today, to that now I form for the accounts for example the hours of the BOX for our diploma of IB. This exhibition made pivot the donkey in addition to my day, because I had to mention desperate necessarily few hours of the creativity and something, she. Another one, that that much English work we received, around the area of the measured value of the alcohol (something, suggests to go away that I not too much really desire). We have chem. Test tomorrow. I imagine fall. It is not good. I have good nombr ' and a good number that will form of the work,; nevertheless dirtied I here with other languages. Sigh "
For anyone who cares ,the original read.
Well, I thought that it might be fun to mess around with internet translators and see what actually happens if we screw around with different translations. So, I am going to write a passage in English, Translate it into French, then German, Then Spanish, and back into English. So basically it’s just going to be a pile of crud about nothing at all. Today we discovered that blogging, what I'm doing now counts as CAS hours for our IB diploma. This revelation rocked the ass off my day because I had little creativity hours and desperately needed something to bring them up. Other than that we got a lot of English homework to do involving reading House of the Spirits (Something I don’t really want to do). We have a chem. Test tomorrow. I think I am going to fail. It’s not going to be good. I have lots and lots of homework to do; yet here I am messing with other languages. Sigh
Language is fun
Peace March TODAY.
Kids are walking out of school, uni, and attending a student rally. Walk out kids. We don't want a war dammit!
Join up students
Kids are walking out of school, uni, and attending a student rally. Walk out kids. We don't want a war dammit!
Join up students
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
Nothing makes you feel all warm and fuzzy like Fan mail. I got my first blog related fan mail from a complete stranger today. Apparently my opinions and rants are worth reading! Hoorah!
Ok, the first of the layout changes is done. Thanks to Dutchy and his amazing HTML skills, the Tag Board is up and running. You can now comment on what you see! Enjoy kids.
Monday, March 03, 2003
Ok, Last post of the night ( I promise) The shout outs.I havent done one in a while and its because of YOU, the readers that make this whole experience worthwhile.
First off, Big Hi to Mal and all her friends down Towoomba way. Mal writes a mean short story, and sent me a kick ass CD that has been in my discman since I got it a week ago. Thanks Mal
Also, Massive hugs and wet sloppy kisses to Dom, She is a woozer (womens college girl) as of Friday, and from the sound of it is loving every minute of it. She has nothing but praise for the blog and certainly deserves a mention. I appreciate the effort put into the email too, good to hear from ya occasionally!
While we are on the subject, Hey to Clare, purely cause she's cool and fun like but I rarely get a chance to talk to her.
Howdy to Shan Hart, way down in the depths of yr 11 IB,I know how much she loves to be mentioned. I also know that 11IB was hell for me too, but you'll get there in the end.
Big Hugs and Kisses to Kate, for sitting around and being someone cool to talk to while I am tapping away at blog related madness.
Hey to Mr Brazzatti, He reads occasionally , he gives me reasons to laugh at the other class, he looks like super mario and he teaches us dirty lyrics in other school songs.
Some quick ones.
Julia for being fun. (And having me round for coffee) As well as making a mockery of my token male status in the SL Maths class
Dale for driving me places.
Dutchy for being dutch (And someone fun to argue with)
Nicola for listening to me prattle in Chem. and Physics, and probly just putting up with my prattling in general.
Sonya, for giving me those dammed evils that you are so good at and keeping me on my toes.
Daw for random coarse language and references to random beach sluts (Schoolies is going to rock!)
Emma, for being one of those people who are so damn fun to talk to.
Randool, He has a crazy voice and facial hair that makes Gandalf green with envy.
Sean for signing me out, and because he is so damn clownlike.
Tim, For his funky ass hair and even funkier taste in music
Loz Cause she's cool, and not afraid to whinge to me sometimes.
Francesca For always being so damn nice and caring that its almost impossible not to smile while talking to her
And Hannah, For being what a good friend should be, (And more) (in a strictly non-sexual way by the way)
Peace out to my fellow bloggers, Dutchy, Betros, Hillier and Mykiela, I'm glad I started a trend and now have competition to keep me on my toes.
And a big howdy to anyone else I missed who may just be reading for the first time. I love ya all.
Peace out, Im going to bed.
First off, Big Hi to Mal and all her friends down Towoomba way. Mal writes a mean short story, and sent me a kick ass CD that has been in my discman since I got it a week ago. Thanks Mal
Also, Massive hugs and wet sloppy kisses to Dom, She is a woozer (womens college girl) as of Friday, and from the sound of it is loving every minute of it. She has nothing but praise for the blog and certainly deserves a mention. I appreciate the effort put into the email too, good to hear from ya occasionally!
While we are on the subject, Hey to Clare, purely cause she's cool and fun like but I rarely get a chance to talk to her.
Howdy to Shan Hart, way down in the depths of yr 11 IB,I know how much she loves to be mentioned. I also know that 11IB was hell for me too, but you'll get there in the end.
Big Hugs and Kisses to Kate, for sitting around and being someone cool to talk to while I am tapping away at blog related madness.
Hey to Mr Brazzatti, He reads occasionally , he gives me reasons to laugh at the other class, he looks like super mario and he teaches us dirty lyrics in other school songs.
Some quick ones.
Julia for being fun. (And having me round for coffee) As well as making a mockery of my token male status in the SL Maths class
Dale for driving me places.
Dutchy for being dutch (And someone fun to argue with)
Nicola for listening to me prattle in Chem. and Physics, and probly just putting up with my prattling in general.
Sonya, for giving me those dammed evils that you are so good at and keeping me on my toes.
Daw for random coarse language and references to random beach sluts (Schoolies is going to rock!)
Emma, for being one of those people who are so damn fun to talk to.
Randool, He has a crazy voice and facial hair that makes Gandalf green with envy.
Sean for signing me out, and because he is so damn clownlike.
Tim, For his funky ass hair and even funkier taste in music
Loz Cause she's cool, and not afraid to whinge to me sometimes.
Francesca For always being so damn nice and caring that its almost impossible not to smile while talking to her
And Hannah, For being what a good friend should be, (And more) (in a strictly non-sexual way by the way)
Peace out to my fellow bloggers, Dutchy, Betros, Hillier and Mykiela, I'm glad I started a trend and now have competition to keep me on my toes.
And a big howdy to anyone else I missed who may just be reading for the first time. I love ya all.
Peace out, Im going to bed.
Ok, Doing a lot of blogging tonight, But now that I have competition I have to compete... Duh.
And apparently the hot topic on the blogs today is War.
In the immortal words of Edwin Starr, "WAR Huh good god y'all, what is it good for?"
The reply is still "absolutely nothing", I wont say it again because its a waste of my breath. However as both Dutchy AND Betros are war advocates, I decided to discuss.
OK, Lets get this straight, I AM NOT A HIPPIE. Nor am I a warmonger. Again, In my trademark fashion I am happily in the middle. I have a corrugated backside in the immortal words of Mr Gaynor.
Yes, I am going to march on Wednesday although that has more to do with missing out on lessons and a mass. But I don’t particularly want a war. I don’t want to hear about it on the news, I don’t want to hear that Aussie soldiers died, and I certainly do not want to wind up glowing green because someone decided to nuke us. Maybe force is necessary, Maybe not, But I do think that there needs to be UN backing. More to the point. Isn’t North Korea a worry? They have practically waved their nukes in front of the worlds faces and Bush still wants to get rid of Iraq first, You have to question his motives don’t you?
Everybody makes good arguments, They do. Some of the points put forward though are somewhat hazy. Such as people (Like Betros) comparing Saddam to Hitler. OK, so he has weapons, he is some sort of dictator, he spreads propaganda, but no worse than Bush. As a matter of fact, who is the one mobilizing forces to “Get them before they get us”. THAT is more Hitler-esqe. Sometimes we have to be wary of the less obvious evil. Bush could go bad just as fast as anyone else could.
However, yeah, Get rid of Saddam, He could fuck us, Bush could too but right now he is the lesser of two evils. (Plus, if I had the chance I would put a bullet through one side of his goddamn aviator sunglasses). However, that could be done with a well placed snipers bullet between the eyes, that way the only innocents who get hurt are the people who get brain matter on them. Bombing the hell out of a country is not the way to go. Dutchy is right in many ways by his standpoint on democratic solutions taking forever. Betros, Calling people do gooders is not nice, think of the people who had brothers, fathers, mothers and sisters over there fighting, You would want it to stop as well. And man, did you choose a bad example for your final comment! Yeah, 2000 military personnel died at Pearl Harbor, But as far as preventing loss of life, killing a couple of million innocent Japanese non-coms was NOT the way to do it! They might have entered late but they did it with a bang. If that’s the way they are planning to win this war, I think we should all commit ritual suicide now, because it means they will stop at nothing.
The thing that is so hard about situations like these is they are never clear cut. We never get the full story. Sure, people are using the peace rallies as election drives, Iraq may or may not be linked to the Al Queda, They may or may not have weapons of mass destruction. God only knows. We are warped by propaganda from everywhere. To take a definitive standpoint and not consider that is almost as ignorant as thinking that everything in the world is black and white. Its not, There are shades of grey.
So here I am, On the fence, dressed in grey.
Feel free to abuse me when I get the board up and running.
(PS: I am as patriotic as the next man, If any of the shit comes to Australia, I will load up and solve all the worlds problems by beating both Saddam Hussein and George Bush to death with my lovely Giancoli text book)
(PPS: You will notice that Hussein is actually in the Microsoft Dictionary. I think that shows a link between Bill Gates and Saddam Hussein. LETS GO GET THE FUCKER AND MAKE HIM PAY! (Gates that is, I hate the weedy little twerp)
And apparently the hot topic on the blogs today is War.
In the immortal words of Edwin Starr, "WAR Huh good god y'all, what is it good for?"
The reply is still "absolutely nothing", I wont say it again because its a waste of my breath. However as both Dutchy AND Betros are war advocates, I decided to discuss.
OK, Lets get this straight, I AM NOT A HIPPIE. Nor am I a warmonger. Again, In my trademark fashion I am happily in the middle. I have a corrugated backside in the immortal words of Mr Gaynor.
Yes, I am going to march on Wednesday although that has more to do with missing out on lessons and a mass. But I don’t particularly want a war. I don’t want to hear about it on the news, I don’t want to hear that Aussie soldiers died, and I certainly do not want to wind up glowing green because someone decided to nuke us. Maybe force is necessary, Maybe not, But I do think that there needs to be UN backing. More to the point. Isn’t North Korea a worry? They have practically waved their nukes in front of the worlds faces and Bush still wants to get rid of Iraq first, You have to question his motives don’t you?
Everybody makes good arguments, They do. Some of the points put forward though are somewhat hazy. Such as people (Like Betros) comparing Saddam to Hitler. OK, so he has weapons, he is some sort of dictator, he spreads propaganda, but no worse than Bush. As a matter of fact, who is the one mobilizing forces to “Get them before they get us”. THAT is more Hitler-esqe. Sometimes we have to be wary of the less obvious evil. Bush could go bad just as fast as anyone else could.
However, yeah, Get rid of Saddam, He could fuck us, Bush could too but right now he is the lesser of two evils. (Plus, if I had the chance I would put a bullet through one side of his goddamn aviator sunglasses). However, that could be done with a well placed snipers bullet between the eyes, that way the only innocents who get hurt are the people who get brain matter on them. Bombing the hell out of a country is not the way to go. Dutchy is right in many ways by his standpoint on democratic solutions taking forever. Betros, Calling people do gooders is not nice, think of the people who had brothers, fathers, mothers and sisters over there fighting, You would want it to stop as well. And man, did you choose a bad example for your final comment! Yeah, 2000 military personnel died at Pearl Harbor, But as far as preventing loss of life, killing a couple of million innocent Japanese non-coms was NOT the way to do it! They might have entered late but they did it with a bang. If that’s the way they are planning to win this war, I think we should all commit ritual suicide now, because it means they will stop at nothing.
The thing that is so hard about situations like these is they are never clear cut. We never get the full story. Sure, people are using the peace rallies as election drives, Iraq may or may not be linked to the Al Queda, They may or may not have weapons of mass destruction. God only knows. We are warped by propaganda from everywhere. To take a definitive standpoint and not consider that is almost as ignorant as thinking that everything in the world is black and white. Its not, There are shades of grey.
So here I am, On the fence, dressed in grey.
Feel free to abuse me when I get the board up and running.
(PS: I am as patriotic as the next man, If any of the shit comes to Australia, I will load up and solve all the worlds problems by beating both Saddam Hussein and George Bush to death with my lovely Giancoli text book)
(PPS: You will notice that Hussein is actually in the Microsoft Dictionary. I think that shows a link between Bill Gates and Saddam Hussein. LETS GO GET THE FUCKER AND MAKE HIM PAY! (Gates that is, I hate the weedy little twerp)
Yes, I do realise that I am going to hell based on that last post. I think it was something I needed to get it out of my system.
Here's the way the shit went down today. I got an essay back, scored 18, dealt with some other crud, sat a maths test, did some stuff in Indo and bludged a RE lesson.
I got up too late to have my morning coffee, and those who know me will know that without my morning coffee, I tend to get somewhat cranky.
I bought one from the machine. The machine sells shitty coffee. It does not taste good, but it is better than nothing.
There are two buttons on the machine after you have made your drink selection. There is an "Extra sugar" button and an "Extra milk" button.
(I take my coffee white, two sugars) (Only Julia will understand that one... and maybe Mr Hunter)
Anyway,
I was thinking how handy an "Extra caffine" button would be. Because I would be punching it so damn hard every goddamn morning. Although, I guess that it is a problem, the last thing you want is a whole pile of people buzzing around like hummingbirds cause they are caffined up to the eyeballs.
I could probably handle it though. Hardcore caffine addict.
Another thing that would be handy is some sort of alcohol vending machine, or at least a bottle of vodka or something on the wall behind glass with "Break in case of emergency" on it. I would so need that before the exams. By that stage I would probly break the sucker with my head and scull the bottle THEN sit the exam. That would be kinda cool.
Maybe I'll bring that up at the next SRC Exectutive meeting and see how it goes down.
Here's the way the shit went down today. I got an essay back, scored 18, dealt with some other crud, sat a maths test, did some stuff in Indo and bludged a RE lesson.
I got up too late to have my morning coffee, and those who know me will know that without my morning coffee, I tend to get somewhat cranky.
I bought one from the machine. The machine sells shitty coffee. It does not taste good, but it is better than nothing.
There are two buttons on the machine after you have made your drink selection. There is an "Extra sugar" button and an "Extra milk" button.
(I take my coffee white, two sugars) (Only Julia will understand that one... and maybe Mr Hunter)
Anyway,
I was thinking how handy an "Extra caffine" button would be. Because I would be punching it so damn hard every goddamn morning. Although, I guess that it is a problem, the last thing you want is a whole pile of people buzzing around like hummingbirds cause they are caffined up to the eyeballs.
I could probably handle it though. Hardcore caffine addict.
Another thing that would be handy is some sort of alcohol vending machine, or at least a bottle of vodka or something on the wall behind glass with "Break in case of emergency" on it. I would so need that before the exams. By that stage I would probly break the sucker with my head and scull the bottle THEN sit the exam. That would be kinda cool.
Maybe I'll bring that up at the next SRC Exectutive meeting and see how it goes down.
In the Beginning
In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void Then God said, ‘Let there be light’; and there was light. And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning. The first day.
Then God said "Day and night are boring", "Let there be a box with buttons, that you can plug games into and play with it for fun", and there was Nintendo and it was good. God took the Nintendo, and set it up with his TV, plugged in the controllers and played and played and played until his thumbs hurt and his godly eyes were square and bleary. The second day.
God woke up cranky on the third day; His feet were cold from standing in the Ocean while he played Nintendo. He said, “Nintendo totally kicks ass, but standing in the ocean sucks out loud. Let there be land, where I can put my couch, TV and Nintendo and play for hours.” And so the oceans spread, and dry land emerged. God set up his couch and Nintendo and settled in for the day. The third day
And God said “Let there be a game that I can play on Nintendo that kicks the collective ass of every other game ever made in history” And there was Tetris. And God played Tetris and realized that it was the bestest game in history. And he settled in and played and played.
The Fourth Day
God rose on the fifth day and said “Playing Tetris by myself is boring, I need an opponent that is challenging and smart, not to mention good at Tetris” Let there be a Tetris player who is as fantastic as I am. And so there was Nick, and he was good. God and Nick sat down on the couch and played and played and played.
The Fifth day.
Nick and God began to get hungry around midday of the Sixth day. God said “Let there be a service that delivers tasty and warm food straight to your door in a convenient box.” And so there was Pizza hut delivery, and it was good. Then God said “Pizza is not just good enough”
”Let there be beer, in many different varieties, And chips and pretzels and other salty snack treats to make the beer good, but these snacks should be small and easy to eat with one hand so I can still play Tetris” And there was Beer and chips and pretzels and many other snack treats that you were able to eat one handed so you could still play Tetris”
So Nick and God sat on the couch eating pizza and drinking beer and eating chips and snacks.
And it was good
The Sixth day.
God woke up hungover on the seventh day, so he decided to rest up. He kicked the empty beer bottles away and dusted the chips out of his beard. He got up and decided to play Tetris with Nick. Nick just kept kicking his ass, over and over again, because God was not very good.
As Nick got the high score for the fifth time that day, God spat the dummy. God said “I curse you! From now on when you play Tetris you will get all the gay blocks! You will never get the line when you need it and you will make hundreds of unforced errors! You will never get the high score ever again!”
And it was so. Nick was doomed to roam the world being crap at Tetris, and God was left to his own devices playing Tetris up in Heaven. So God blessed the Seventh day, and hallowed it. Because on it God was hungover. And for eternity humanity was doomed to suffer crippling hangovers on a Sunday morning, having an uncontrollable urge to play games on a Sunday instead of doing real work. Because lets face it, if God can rest, why can’t I?
So on Sunday humanity was hung over and lazy, And it was good
The seventh day.
In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void Then God said, ‘Let there be light’; and there was light. And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning. The first day.
Then God said "Day and night are boring", "Let there be a box with buttons, that you can plug games into and play with it for fun", and there was Nintendo and it was good. God took the Nintendo, and set it up with his TV, plugged in the controllers and played and played and played until his thumbs hurt and his godly eyes were square and bleary. The second day.
God woke up cranky on the third day; His feet were cold from standing in the Ocean while he played Nintendo. He said, “Nintendo totally kicks ass, but standing in the ocean sucks out loud. Let there be land, where I can put my couch, TV and Nintendo and play for hours.” And so the oceans spread, and dry land emerged. God set up his couch and Nintendo and settled in for the day. The third day
And God said “Let there be a game that I can play on Nintendo that kicks the collective ass of every other game ever made in history” And there was Tetris. And God played Tetris and realized that it was the bestest game in history. And he settled in and played and played.
The Fourth Day
God rose on the fifth day and said “Playing Tetris by myself is boring, I need an opponent that is challenging and smart, not to mention good at Tetris” Let there be a Tetris player who is as fantastic as I am. And so there was Nick, and he was good. God and Nick sat down on the couch and played and played and played.
The Fifth day.
Nick and God began to get hungry around midday of the Sixth day. God said “Let there be a service that delivers tasty and warm food straight to your door in a convenient box.” And so there was Pizza hut delivery, and it was good. Then God said “Pizza is not just good enough”
”Let there be beer, in many different varieties, And chips and pretzels and other salty snack treats to make the beer good, but these snacks should be small and easy to eat with one hand so I can still play Tetris” And there was Beer and chips and pretzels and many other snack treats that you were able to eat one handed so you could still play Tetris”
So Nick and God sat on the couch eating pizza and drinking beer and eating chips and snacks.
And it was good
The Sixth day.
God woke up hungover on the seventh day, so he decided to rest up. He kicked the empty beer bottles away and dusted the chips out of his beard. He got up and decided to play Tetris with Nick. Nick just kept kicking his ass, over and over again, because God was not very good.
As Nick got the high score for the fifth time that day, God spat the dummy. God said “I curse you! From now on when you play Tetris you will get all the gay blocks! You will never get the line when you need it and you will make hundreds of unforced errors! You will never get the high score ever again!”
And it was so. Nick was doomed to roam the world being crap at Tetris, and God was left to his own devices playing Tetris up in Heaven. So God blessed the Seventh day, and hallowed it. Because on it God was hungover. And for eternity humanity was doomed to suffer crippling hangovers on a Sunday morning, having an uncontrollable urge to play games on a Sunday instead of doing real work. Because lets face it, if God can rest, why can’t I?
So on Sunday humanity was hung over and lazy, And it was good
The seventh day.
Ok, I AM still working on those layout changes, but things like homework and the fact that I am a retard when it comes to operating HTML, mean that it is taking a little longer than I expected. More news soon.