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Scrotum
Prokaryote
Dropkick
Kaput
Ectoplasm
Endoplasmic
Teratoma
Phrenologist
Isometric
*Widget
Wheelbarrow
Bilge
*Kerfuffle
Tabernacle
Conundrum
Cornish
Supremacy
*Baffle
Knob
Bauble
Flee
Iridescent
*Quagmire
*Pike
*Crochet
Wagon
Fiddlesticks
Nimbin
Ibid
Neurosis
*Biscuit
Nederlands
Oblique
Belligerent
Ubiquitous
Bellicose
Obsolescence
*Pontiff
Flamboyant
Pebble
Radish
Shanty
Smorgasbord
Pneumatophore
Genuflect
Shank
Asphyxiation
Essence
Genteel
Shindig
Palpable
Dirge
Oblige
Ether
Gregarious
Skittish
Salubrious
Delightful
Cyclopian
Bewilder
Novocastrian
Apocalypse
Elixir
Monocle
Backlash
Spectacles
Merkin
Grog
Jacket
Feces
Armature
Polarised
Pagoda
Mittens
Flame
Ampersand
Halibut
Lactation
Vestigial
Triplet
Sponge
Trollop
Bugle
Grand
Pirouette
Morphology
Usurp
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Morgue
Scrimshaw
Velociraptor
Ramification
Teak
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Chomp
Isthmus
Peninsula
Bedazzle
Conjurer
Gibberish
Glib
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Saucy
Insemination
Molasses
Ticklish
Bombyknocker
Bramble
Brolly
Chore
Parlour
Whisk
Quandary
Sausage
Crumpet
Mandible
Nostril
Bristle
Groceries
Pinafore
Siphon
Meddling
Tarmac
Atrophy
Puddle
Ointment
Barber

Cornelius
Erasmus
Bruno
Aiden
Horatio
Dante
Pasquale
Oscar
Amy
Mortimer
Morgan
Heidi
Dougal
Jasper
Franklin
Hazel

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I'm just not doing work with dA in mind anymore.

And the photos I had lined up to edit and submit... I doubt I'll be getting around to that anytime soon.

So yes.

There'll be a new work once a month if you're lucky


I dunno. This place just seems so unnecessarily time consuming.

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OH LAWD.





SO HAPPY.





SSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY.

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Told me about his daughter, the fact that it was her sixth birthday today, the fact that he and his wife haven't been together for five years, the importance of answering childrens' questions, the innovation of "liberal arts" students, his life in a family of 13, his belief in "positivity attracting positivity" (reaching across the VOID to strangers), his daughter's changing demeanor as she grows older and quite a bit more... he was an odd chappie.

It's so strange to think that we talked for 25 minutes straight, spouted out random shit about our lives and then just departed without even as much as finding out one another's names.

Oh well, made me smile.

Interaction without attachment, without the obligation to follow things up... the world needs more.

It's strange how quickly we sink back into ourselves.



Also, how cool is the little emote dude for the "noble" mood?
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Everything I'm seeing and feeling is reminding me of something from my childhood. Also, lightheadedness o__O.


God, I just wanna curl up in a corner and wake up in 1995.

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Well, one thing straight.

"Australian" is not a racial term. It's a nationality.

Ever since I started uni, this whole adoption thingamabobby I've got going on has really come to the fore and it's getting fucking awkward, and fucking irritating.

Standard conversation:

"Hey, where are you from?"
"Well, I'm technically Korean bu-"
"Oh, cool. Do you speak Korean?"
"Not a word. I'm adopted."
"... oh."

or

"How'd you end up with an Irish last name?"
"I'm adopted."
"... oh."

And both are inevitably followed by "so, are your parents, you know... Aussie?"

And I'm sitting there, thinking to myself, "YES - BUT SO AM I, FAGGOT. AND SO ARE YOU."

"AUSTRALIAN" =/= ANGLO, TITHEADS.

Furthermore, just because I was born overseas doesn't mean I feel some sort of innate connection to my birthplace. I know jack about Korean culture, don't speak a word, and otherwise couldn't give a damn about the entire nation. (Well, the Republic of Korea at least. North Korea's just interesting, not to mention bloody entertaining. Lol @ Kim Jong-Il.)

Okay. I realise that nationality is sort of dependent on a feeling of nationalism but when I'm speaking to a Korean-identified chick who knows as little Korean as I do, and a bit less about the country itself it's like.... FUUUUCK. Surely who your parents are shouldn't be dictating where you feel you belong?

"Belong" is such a loaded term. Anyway.

Freakin'.

Bloody.

Annoying.

Fuckinggeneticsfuckfuckfuck.

God, I feel so un-PC.



It just PISSES ME OFF, man. I look Asian, but am not AZN enough to be ASIAN. Y'know?

Baaah. D: <

Retarded.

RETARDED.

Grr.



Y'know, as much as it makes me nauseous to say this, I AM AUSTRALIAN.

I belong to a sunburnt country of SWEEPING PLAINS, RAGGED MOUNTAIN RANGES, DROUGHTS, FLOODING RAINS, HUMILIATING CELEBRITIES and an EMBARRASSING INTERNATIONAL PROFILE.

It's a cool country. It's having a national identity crisis.

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Treasure Mountain

Ski Free

Kidpix

Zoombinis

The Treehouse

Dangerous Dave

Charlie the Duck

Skyroads

Number Munchers

Maths Circus

Kangaroo Crypt (?)

The maze thing on Encarta

What's Cooking?

Microworlds

Keen 1-6 (but mostly 4)

Rugrats Adventure Game

Penguin Shooter

Age of Empires

Monster Truck Madness

Dogz 4

Rodent

Rattler

Pipe Dream

And if anyone remembers what the fuck it was called, an educational art game set in the storeys of a house, with this weird purple guy with a big nose as a guide. "Creative Artist", maybe?



Above are the computer games I seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time on when I was little. A lot of them are educational, because I was an enormous nerd. Plus, they were freely available to use on the school network, so I suppose I'm not completely to blame... >.>

Oh, who am I kidding?

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But I can't.

I need to get this finished.

Zzzz.

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Please excuse me.

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Okayokayokay.

Imagine the surface of the earth just a huuge membrane.

Actually, imagine the entire earth is sort of a HUUUGE membranous balloon, but with a kinda central framework to prop it up.

Walking on the surface feels like walking on a trampoline. And the membrane's translucent too, so you can sort of see the framework underneath.

Butlike, this membrane is so thin and stretched so tight that at any moment it could TEAR and you could FALL RIGHT THROUGH.

LIKE, HOW FUCKING AWESOME WOULD THAT BE?

AND THERE'S, LIKE, JUST A HUGE MASS OF MAGMA OR SOMESHIT UNDERNEATH, A FEW KILOMETRES UNDER THE SURFACE. LIKE, SERVING AS THE EARTH'S CORE OR WHATEVER. WHEN YOU FALL THROUGH THE MEMBRANE, YOU'VE JUST GOT THIRTY SECONDS OF FREEFALL BEFORE YOU'RE BURNT ALIVE, AND ALL YOU CAN SEE IS MAGMA BELOW YOU, STRETCHING TO THE HORIZON, AND THIS MEMBRANE ABOVE YOU LOOKING LIKE STAINED GLASS. AND IT'S ALL WARM AND HUMID AND YOU CAN SEE THE NIGHT SKY THROUGH THE TEAR ABOVE YOU AND THEN IT'S LIKE "AAARRRGH HALP I IS BURNING ALIVE IN MAG-MUH!!11"

AND THEN

AND THEN

STUFF!

Y'KNOW?

STUFF!!11


DUDE. I TOTALLY WANT TO DIE BY FALLING THROUGH THE MEMBRANOUS SURFACE OF A PLANET INTO MAGMA. THAT'D BE AWESOME.

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2. It's a good nostalgia day. The breeze is cool and the light is warm. I can hear birds and smell something artery-clogging cooking next door.

3. McDonalds hash browns should be served all day.

4. The elevation of the mundane - clever, pretentious, satirical, entertaining or a combination?

5. I really want some hash browns right now.

6. The pretentiousness of any given thing seems to be defined by audience reaction. If it makes people go "WTF" then it's considered pretentious. People suppose there is a meaning, even if there's not. However, if a person themselves is pretentious then they're just a twat.

7. Dear Point Six, LOLWUT? Much love, Point Seven.

8. LOLWUTLOLWUTLOLWUTLOLWUTLOLWUTLOLWUT

9. I MAKE-A NO SENSE

10. Should I volunteer to help out with the Sydney Biennale?

11. Is finding meaning where it wasn't intended just as valid as finding meaning where it was?

12. Do they sell Papermate Kilometrico finepoints?

13. Put some lavender in milk, leave town with an orange and pretend you're laughing at it.

14. Now I go to art school I feel like I have an excuse to be more of an idiot and more of a wanker. God help you all.

15. Hip Hop. Your opinions?

16. What sort of clothing do you think it's suitable for news presenters to wear?

17. I still feel like hash browns.

18. Is there a particular art form that makes the greatest impact on you? Do you think this changes according to how/where you view it (e.g. online, in a gallery, in a park etc.)?

19. Favourite planeteer?

20. Twenty's a good, round number. Divisible by five and four. Five's a celebrity number and four's just fucking nice, being square an' all. Like, two times two - it's some brilliant shit. Two is the the basis of the "even number" idea, and even numbers kick ass. They're like... neat and rounded and uniform and strangely organic feeling as opposed to the somewhat unbalanced, angular nature of odd numbers, don't you reckon? Like. Yeah. Like. No unit is left out in even numbers! Everyone has a partner! There's symmetry and equality and hash browns.

Oh fuck yes hash browns.

Oh please, hash browns.

NOW.

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I'm constantly dogged by the idea that:
a) I'll be wasting money on a meaningless course that gives me false hope
b) I'll be wasting my life on an aimless pursuit doomed to fail
c) I'll turn into a pretentious git
d) One day, soon after c), I'll look in the mirror, realise what I've become and try to suppress this realisation but ultimately fail
e) If I'd actually put the effort into walking a different path I might be doing something worthwhile
f) I only do art 'cause I suck at everything else
g) I'll be thinking a)-f) all through my life and always hate where I am
h) Or, when I'm not doing g), I'll only be distracting myself and not fully believing in what I do... or something

I suppose, if you want to be cynical, you could say that everything's pointless and hate-able and all that shit, but I think in the back of my mind I'm still really a wide-eyed idealist that believes in complete happiness, fulfillment, equality and retail outlets that don't charge 150%+ above manufacturing price.

If you attempt to refute my ideas to make me feel better I'll think you're lying, and if you agree with me it is likely that I will assault you with more angst and/or cry. So... uh. Welcome to the un-comment-able journal entry?

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When the course name "MS Word 2003, Word Essentials" has been printed so badly on a label half the top row is missing

...

...

I should have thought this through better. I might come back to it later.

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Yeah. Think about it.

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I haven't been thinking much lately, so there's really not that much to say.

Hi!

P.S. Last night I had a dream that my old geography teacher tried to bludgeon me to death o___o

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Students.

EVERYWHERE.





ASKLDJL;FAEJRACEEW~!111

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It be eyegasm.

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Do we have names for this shit?

Photography:

That kinda underground nightclub look (y'know, the sort of nightclub full of yuppies who do a line of coke and have a one-night stand before hopping on a plane to some remote party island in the pacific, where they then proceed to do a line of coke and have a one-night stand), characterised by an abuse of flash.
E.g. [link]
[link]

The sort of wisful, whimsical, nostalgic look with a tendency towards greenish/yellowish tones or oversaturated colour, possibly with a surrealist element. Subject matter may include people with umbrellas, balloons or bubbles.
E.g. [link]
[link]
[link]

Digital:

Those vector-ish things that often involve a lot of stripes and things that are supposed to look like bleeding splodges of paint, or bleeding stencils. Might also involve curly, almost calligraphic lines or stars. In a range of colours. Tone and depth pretty much farted out the window.
E.g. [link]
[link]
[link]


Drawing:

Those stylistically simple, almost childish cartoons that strive for an understated poignancy that might seem pretentious/whiny and teenish/somethingsomethingsomething.
E.g. [link]
[link]
[link]


Fashion:

Neon. Tshirts with large, obnoxious pieces of text written in "impact" emblazoned on the front. Skinny jeans. Often the child of a mullet and an emo 'do upon the noggin'. Hoodies with stuff like this ([link]) on them. Retarded sunnies. An apparent liking for some variety of electronica music. A bit like emo on ecstasy.
I suppose it could be referred to as the "Myspace scenewhore aesthetic" but there's got to be a better name.
E.g. [link]
[link]
[link]

Something that walks the line between emo and artfag. Skinny jeans with black uggs over the top of them, maybe? A striped hoodie? Cropped hair? Emo specs? Big headphones? A scarf? Those zippered sport-esque shirts with the stripes down the sleeves? Predominantly in black/white/grey? I don't bloody know.
Maybe I'm getting confused with first-wave emo?
E.g. [link]
[link]


Misc.:
Things that signal a general reversion to childhood in a lot of areas, or possibly a new interpretation of what is "retro".
References to videogames of the pacman/space invaders generation.
Bright colours.
Cartoonish monsters.
Cartoonish lots of stuff, actually.
Rainbows.
References to old toys, such as My Little Pony.
Old kids' TV show characters (e.g. Sesame Street characters, Snoopy, first-wave TMNT) on shirts/backpacks/whatever.
References to childhood, memory, nostalgia (bubble blowing, bow clips in hair).
Pop Surrealism + 10 cute points + a brighter palette.


I by no means dislike all of these styles - my aesthetic preferences change by the day. I just need the words to refer to them with. Or a discussion of them. Or something.

Anyway, have you guys noticed these trends and stuff too? Or any others?


I'm sleepy. I mean REALLY sleepy.


WHEEE.



I apologise if this didn't make any sense at all - I only ever begin with an idea then faff on until I can't be bothered with it anymore XP.


EDIT:
Under "drawing" this is EXACTLY what I had in mind: http://0-Hermit-0.deviantart.com/journal/16309431/ Mon, 07 Jan 2008 23:47:15 PST
Nintendo vs. Playstation - WHY?
(And we're talking about Nintendo 64 here, and first-generation Playstation, because my inner game nerd's still running about in the late 1990s/early 2000s, getting all excited over the release of the Gamecube that I never ended up buying.)

For a long time I've been been a borderline-militant '64 supporter (or at least been getting rather flustered whenever people start praising the Playstation - amirite, Lindley?), with, to be honest, very little experience to back my stance up.
At the height of my obsession I think I owned all of about six '64 games, and had held a playstation controller about three times.

So, as for reasoning behind '64 love... I think nostalgia plays a large part.
It was the first game console I'd ever laid hands on, playing Mario Kart at a vacation care when I was about ten (actually, no, that's a lie. My first time on a console was when I was about seven, kicking some 13 year old guy's arse at a wrestling game on playstation. He moped for the rest of the day and I got into trouble, but that hardly counts as it was only for about fifteen minutes).
Also, the '64 was the first (and only) console I ever had, and I suppose it's one that seems an obvious choice for parents buying something for their child. There were a range of BRIGHT AND EYE-BLEEDINGLY COLOURFUL games available, and Nintendo was a well-established brand... and shit. I don't know. *cough*

This whole nostalgia thing is not isolated to me, I'm fairly sure. Whenever I ask someone "LOL U WANNA PLAY NINTENDO??//" the general response is "I LOOOVE NINTENDO!!!1 *UNF UNF*"

...

wait.

Um, let's try that again.

The general response is somehting along the lines of "OMG I LOVED THAT!" or "I REMEMBER MARIO KART!". It seems a lot of us had a lot of fun with the SHINYSHINYRAINBOWKIDFRIENDLGRAPHICS of many of the N64's games during our childhoods. (Seriously, who didn't love busting a shell in a close friend's arse? ^_^)

Okay, that explains my love of the '64, but doesn't address my Playstation hatred. Of course, my N64 fealty factors into this, but that leaves a lot of grr unaccounted for, which I believe may be traced to one source: N64 Gamer magazine.

Written entirely by twentysomethings who spent their days playing '64 games then bitching about them, it was this magazine that first introduced me to the purported "evil" of the Playstation.
They preached, albeit jokingly (I think), and I listened. (I mean, how could I not when they cracked hilarious bodily function-related jokes and used totally hardcore words like "ass" and "shit"?)

Ultimately, this animosity is useless.
Ultimately, the debate is of no consequence.
Ultimately, I'm just another bored dork with nothing better to do than argue points of no signifcance.

Perhaps, one day, fans of all consoles everywhere will unite, joining hands and singing crappy songs.

Perhaps, what lies before us, is a bright future of equality and love and freedom, if only we had the will to see past our differences.



Or perhaps I should just burn Sony's head offices down.

Anyone got a light?

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Denial wears thin after a while.

But you know what?

Fuck that.

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THAT'S DISGUSTING.

Anyway, I got into SCA . Thankyou everyone who helped, and thankyou to anyone who didn't help but still wants love.

Um. Yeah. I should feel more excited.

I should be feeling SOMETHING.

I don't really want to DO anything.

I just want to be content.

I don't want this "you should be content".

I want CONTENTCONTENT. I want to feel it and know it because I feel it.

Will things change?

They have to, right?

Well, there's always drugs or something.

But seriously.

I don't want to drift, but I don't want to be tied down.

There are a thousand things I don't want, and nothing specific I do.

I feel I'm only doing art because I don't want to do anything else - and I don't know if I DO want to do it. It's like I've had a list of options and art was at the bottom, and I've just placed a cross next to everything preceding it so that art's the only thing left.

What am I gonna do with myself? I want direction, I don't want a set path. I want guidance, I don't want anyone telling me what to do.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Maybe I've accepted the existence of grey areas, but haven't actually integrated them into my thought.

Maybe I've accepted a lot of things but really haven't on a subconscious level.

Maybe my superego's telling me what to feel.

But what else should I listen to? Superego presents criteria to be filled. It's fucking convenient.

What I feel is being defined by what external sources say I should feel.

Is it possible to feel without using those external standards?

There's a spider smaller than a pinhead making a web next to my monitor. Oh, no. It was just dust caught in a bit of abandoned web.

Imagine being able to shit building material XD. (Well, technically we do, but I mean stuff specifically for building. And it's not really "shitting" per se in the spiders' case annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnFUCKTHIS)

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

FUCK


WHAT IS THERE? TELL ME WHAT THERE IS.


WHY DON'T WE ALL LAY DOWN OUR ARMS AND HOIST THE WHITE FUCKING FLAG BECAUSE MEDIOCRITY AND LATENT DISCONTENT ARE ALL THAT WAIT AROUND THE FUCKING CORNER. EVERY FUCKING CORNER. DOESN'T MATTER WHAT IT'S WEARING IT'S ALL THE FUCKING SAME IT'S NOT GOING TO CHANGE IT'S NOT GOING TO CHANGE THIS ISN'T GOING TO CHANGE IT'S GOING TO BE FUCKED UP BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING SPINELESS INDIVIDUAL WHO'S TOO AFRAID TO STEP OUTSIDE WHAT HAS ALREADY BEEN DONE YOU CAN'T KEEP IGNORING THIS FOREVER FUCK YOU.

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

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Secondly, this is just going to be quick as:

a) I'm still in shock

b) I have a lunch to go to

Anyway, I have received an iPod for Christmas. My initial reaction was akin to "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MUTHAFUKAZ???!!11" - but obviously I couldn't express it and am now left with little choice other than to accept this strange instrument, symbolic of so much that I am opposed to, use it and become that which I hate.

I'll finish this later.

What is to become of me? T_T

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Crap.

I hate summer. I hate it so, so much.

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AND SO CAN YOU.

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How the fuck did I get more in the maths exam as opposed to the assessments?

Admittedly, there wasn't much of a gap but still... I drew through half of that freakin' exam. I seriously doubt the markers were instructed to allocate extra points for linework.

What the FUCK.

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Also, in about 6.5 hours I receive my HSC results and to be honest I'm actually quite nervous. Not so much about the marks themselves, as they might be estimated with some degree of accuracy (marks being directly proportional to amount of work done and all), but more about how I'll react to them. I don't feel that I'm really equipped to shrug off sub-par results anymore. I've broken the habit, and it's a difficult one to regain.

As well as this, I've spent the past however-long-it's-been-since-the-exams-ended in complete denial of the whole ordeal, and so haven't exactly considered preparing myself for the epic fail coming my way.

I really hope I don't enter into one of my mid-life crisis bullshit periods after 6am tomorrow, 'cause that might seriously inhibit my half-contented lethargy time. Things were going nicely. I'd entered into a lovely pattern of laziness/procrastination/guilt/self-hatred (lite), and it was bearable. (A bit like a really freakin' rough woolen blanket on a cold day - keeping you placated but not necessarily comfortable.)

I feel like getting ratarsed.

(I do realise that by the time those-who-this-topic-is-most-relevant-to actually read this, these thoughts will be well and truly out of date, but whatever.)


Edit: Wow, I've got over 500 deviations. o___o

Also, I feel like going to the city. Perhaps setting up camp in the Botanical Gardens near the water, or on the field above the Domain carpark, or on one of those walkways that runs alongside the roads that come off the Harbour Bridge.
I really love Sydney city. The city's just one of those places where you can feel truly ignored. You're small, everything's big, everyone has their own business to attend to. There's freedom in solitude.
I'm not saying that I don't enjoy the company of others, but once in a while it's nice to go somewhere where your movements and words don't impact on the individuals around you, or where you don't need words at all. You can be a detail in the background for so many people, and it's wonderful.


Edit: Jesus Christ, I'm a pile of wankery.


Edit: I detest Harry Potter, but the fanfiction is oddly addictive. Maybe it's because I don't care for the original text, so don't mind when it gets mutilated. (Or can't tell. Whatever.)

“It was I! LORD VOLDEMORT. Know me and know fear”

“GET OFF MY LAWN!” shouted James Potter.

Those two lines had me LOL-ing IRL. Not good.

I just used the terms "LOL" and "IRL". Also not good.


Edit:

Good things:
Bay windows
Mozzarella cheese
The word "emasculate"
Sleep
Finishing an artwork
My camera
Lime green with a dash of olive green
Karma
Hugs
Contentedness
Intelligent humour
Water

Bad things:
No windows
The skin on brie by itself/old brie
Being unable to find the right words
Fatigue headaches
Finishing an artwork and realising it's shit
Not being able to use a good camera
Navy blue
Being arsekicked by Karma
Hugs from people you don't like
Searching for flaws
Being unable to take things seriously
This berry juice shit I tried at Boost[tm] once

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Now, your turn.

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Mmm. Pretty copper and brass gears. Mmmm.

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Using Google's cheating.


Also, what are my artistic objectives?
Who are you?

Sometimes I feel like I just don't get stuff. I'm just smiling and nodding. "I can see where you're coming from, but I'm not." Something like apathy, but unintentional. We're meant to connect with stuff. How do we know when? I think I'm missing something.

You know what's really fun? Pouring water on your head and feeling it slowly go warm as it trickles down. Just a little bit, otherwise it's hard to recognise.

It's kinda cool to watch the graphite from the tip of a pencil get caught up on the little bumps and stuff on paper's surface too. It's great that so much stuff can be created through the simple act of rubbing particles onto a surface.

I've used the word "stuff" too much. Oh well.

Do you realise that when it's dark outside you could be anywhere? You could very well be floating in a contextless void? Stuck in a tiiiimeeebubble blown by some brattish deity? Everything that exists is in the little room you're in, and all beyond that... only in your little headspace. (Was that an insult? I meant "little" as in, like, physically. Y'know?)

It's fun to focus on something that's small so you can avoid the something that's big, or the something that's big so you don't have to worry about the details.

There's always too much division on the left because there are countless possible courses of action. Being reactionary's easy. What the status quo is is clearly defined - gives people clear focus and shit.

Excuses excuses. I'm getting sick of my bullshit.

Fear - that's it. FEAR.

Anything's anything if you squint hard enough. Just look at slash fans.

Something's gotta be "flawed" to be beautiful. There are standards and there are your standards.

One day I'm gonna gather up all my errant thoughts and do something with them. How can art be freedom of expression when it takes time? Time is the enemy of thought translation. Thoughts are jumbled and too big and complex and rapid to be thingied.

Yeah, you heard me, thingied.

I'll thingy you.

I'll thingy you with a pitchfork.

When you're dealing with people, you're dealing with the overall composition. Certain elements might be good in isolation, but when it comes down to it they're still part of an overall.

I'll be back, I swear to you. The night is young.

See? What did I tell you? Am I not always right? (Well, no I'm not obviously. Just allow me this small moment of self-delusion, would you?)

Y'know, I don't give three point two seven figs if any of you understand this. I need to get this stuff out of my head and somewhere. So now that it's recorded I can feel like it can safely vacate my head.

Horses have really sexy arses. Just watching them run... so shiny and so muscular... like... like... I know they're not actual horses, but zebras in particular. The stripes just emphasise the contours and shit. Oooh baby.

What is it about horses that seems to capture the imagination of so many young girls? Where's this horse-centric outlook coming from? Pegasus? Unicorns? Fairytales? Like... WHAT THE HELL?

You know, you're all gonna go to sleep and wake up tomorrow and stuff's gonna happen. Yeah.

I keep seeing each day as a clear perspex box... like... about 5x5x2. And they're all standing up on one of their 5x2 ends, lined up so the 5x5 sides face one another. Just a huge, endless line. And we're just 2D cardboard cutouts in this box and we're moving about. What's contained in the box is about everything within a 2m radius. There's not a whole world in there, just a bit of where you go to and all that. And as soon as we go to sleep the little cutout of "us" in the old box freezes and loses all life, and the "us" set up in the next box (day) becomes animate. It's just a huge line of boxes and shit. All set up in a black room. Just a long slow march towards the last box where the energy runs out.
I reckon someone comes along and totally fucks around with the boxes when you die too. They find the end of the line and push the last one over and all your days topple like dominoes then they start jumping on 'em and shit. And all the little frozen cutouts of you are sleeping away while your existence is being stomped on. And the perspex cracks and shit, and the cardboard tears.
And other people flit in and out of your dayboxes when you interact with them. Like cardboard cameo appearances. It's always your day in the black room, no-one else's. Your perspex. Your cardboard. Your fucker with great big boots.

The thought that my mind invents all that exists really disconcerts me. Maybe we're just existing in some... ]]> ~0-Hermit-0 http://0-Hermit-0.deviantart.com/journal/15898348/ http://0-Hermit-0.deviantart.com/journal/15898348/ Wed, 12 Dec 2007 03:23:29 PST
Yeah, I stole that. Tell me where from and I'll give you ten dollars*.

*No, not really. You'll probably just get a slap on the back of the head and told to be on your way.

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Anyway, the concept of immortality's a weird thing. Why on earth would anyone want to live forever? How could you come to terms with all that you had seen? How could you bear witness to an eternity of change and not go mad?

Of course, in living forever you would live through countless moments of happiness, but like everything they never endure.

As time goes on, these moments would grow distant and your memories of what you felt at that time would diminish until they were nothing but a flicker at the periphery of your vision. It would be a constant existence of either yearning for what has passed and may not be recaptured, or searching for something to better what had been experienced before.

Long life seems nothing but a burden, 'cause time's a bitch.


You know, reading that over, I'm not sure that it made any sense. Oh well. HI

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Anyway... poop. I ask another favour of you all.

Could you please go through my stickers specifically and tell me which you like the best? There's a thingy you can click on in my gallery now that allows you to browse by category, so that should make it slightly easier for you.

Actually, has that thingy always been there and I've just not noticed it?

Anyway, yeah. The woman I talked to at the "portfolio development day" at SCA mentioned that the printmedia course thingy actually includes opportunities for sticker making and all that stuff, so I've figured that I might as well toss some in to my portfolio.

My first studio preference is sculpture right now, pretty much based on wanting to do installation work, but most responses to that by people who have either gone to or work at SCA so far has been "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHLULZ!!11", because apparently "everyone does installation work". Soyeah. At the first opportunity I might try moving from sculpture to printmedia.

I likez makin' teh stikarz.

You know, re-reading this entry I realise that it actually doesn't make much sense. There's not much of a cohesive flow thingy going there.

LOL. INTERVIEW. LOL.

D:

Halp?

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Anyway, how are you all? I'm tired ^_^

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WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING HERE WITH FATTY AND SPOTTY?

WHAT AM I DOING HERE WITH FATTY AND SPOTTY?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING HERE WITH FATTY AND SPOTTY?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING HERE WITH FATTY AND SPOTTY?

WHAT AM I DOING HERE WITH FATTY AND SPOTTY?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING?

WHAT AM I DOING?

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T__T It was just a procrastination tactic. God preserve me.


Oh, by the way, the Cold War appears to be back on if what was said at the coalition campaign launch last night was anything to go by:

"They would have you believe there were never reds under the bed just economic conservatives..." - Costello

"Australians don't want a risky education revolution, it sounds like something you would hear in a communist country...'' - Vaile

And yet more pointless prattle about Gillard's involvement in the Socialist Forum in uni.

What's that smell? I think it's... oh yes, definitely... desperate scare tactics.

Good grief, coalition. Get some original material.

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INTERNET IS BACK!

Also, is there ANYONE who didn't enjoy Captain Planet as a kid? Seriously. (Well, actually, I suppose you're excused if it was a bit before/after your childhood.)

I remember wanting an action figure 'cause it came with a wearable planeteer ring replica ^_^.

Come to think of it, those action figures were sold in plastic-front boxes. And propped up on even more plastic in those boxes...

Oh, bloody hell. T_T


Edit: By the way, does anyone else here remember "The Twins of Destiny"? Two kids - an Asian boy and a blond girl - were apparently somehow MAGICALLY LINKED and when they held hands they could command MYSTICAL POWERS or some rubbish like that. I think it was set in the late 19th century.

Anyway, I used to love it when I was very small, but the rest of my family couldn't stand it. I just watched the intro on youtube and I can see why XD. (Major facepalm material: youtube.com/watch?v= PkAtSe712nA there's a space between the "=" and the "P" that you'll have to delete as it turned into an emote when I submitted the entry XD)

Also, how about "Orson and Olivia"? It was a cartoon about two homeless orphan children in 19th century London who caught rats to make a living. I remember it terrifying me for some reason. I think it had something to do with an old, rich widow who tried to take the girl away and a dead body in the river... or something. Maybe it was just the animation style - who knows. (Intro in French: youtube.com/watch?v= DJrmuiUpAbw there's a space between the "=" and the "D" for the same reason as above )

Speaking of shows that freaked me out, THE ANIMALS OF FARTHING WOOD. You've got the personified fauna of an entire ecosystem travelling together... then they start eating eachother? What is this madness? One of the main images I remember is the hawk (or some other bird of prey) having skewered most of a family of small mammals (possibly mice) on a thornbush. That family had been TALKING AND LAUGHING with the other characters not an episode before. You don't just do that, goddamnit.

Also, the developers who were destroying Farthing Wood were the scariest crap ever, and Owl was a grumpy bitch. (Intro: [link])

Woah. How about "The Dreamstone"? I think I only ever saw this on a video I rented from the library - the characters were irritating and horrible to look at, but I watched it over and over. Why? BECAUSE THE DREAMSTONE WAS RAINBOW AND SHINY. ([link])

Another video rental I got obsessed with: The Last Unicorn. What the hell was I thinking? (Opening: [link])

Okay, one last one. "Widget the World Watcher" - A purple alien from the horsehead nebula who can transform into various animals. He comes to earth to SAVE THE ENVIRONMENT. WOOOH! ([link])

Great. Now I'm remembering more.

Bananaman
Roger Ramjet
Super Ted
Lift Off (The backpacks, that plant near the elevator and Mr Fish were as creepy as hell. Strangely enough, EC, the faceless doll, WAS NOT.)

Okay. That's all for now.

What an enormous edit.

]]> ~0-Hermit-0 http://0-Hermit-0.deviantart.com/journal/15325415/ http://0-Hermit-0.deviantart.com/journal/15325415/ Fri, 02 Nov 2007 01:23:28 PDT Edit: My 'net's really screwy right now, so I might be quiet for a few days to come.

Anyway, despite the fact that I still can't actually respond to any of your properly I thought I might share the following bit of information:

I've got an interview at SCA on the 29th ^_^

...

...





SHIT.

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Back early, lol.

"Why?" I hear you ask. Several reasons:

a) I could no longer resist dA's siren song that beckoned me back into the dark waters of addiction.

b) My huge clump of exams is over and is nice.

c) I need to put together a portfolio thing for a critique day at SCA (god spare me), and was wondering if you good people could help me out. Just rifle through my gallery and select the artworks you like the best, or you think best relate to the idea of "experimentation with media to reflect ideas".

Actually, I've got some more stuff to upload. Maybe the whole selection thing should come after I put them up. God I'm tired. Gimme a couple of days D:

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The clouds parted, and I saw that beyond lay a vast expanse of light and laughter. Everything was illuminated. Everything was clear.

POSTMODERNISM IS CANCER.

Allow me to explain:

"Cancer" is a disease characterised by rapid and abnormal cell division.

"Postmodern art" refers to art that is characterised by being ABSOLUTELY BLOODY EVERYTIHNG. It is diverse and undefinable, as a whole incorporating aspects of every avenue of contemporary life (the past included in this, as the present is founded upon the past).

Now, for this to work you must consider the development of art as a result of cell division.

Consider each major stylistic grouping a cell. And consider each conflict within this grouping that results in a new style a form of mitosis.

And consider the fact that this is all bullshit and I want to go to bed.

Goddamnit. I GIVE UP ON SUSTAINED BULLSHIT THEORIES. I GIVE UP ON SUSTAINED ANYTHING.

GRR TO YOU WITH KNOBS ON.

]]> ~0-Hermit-0 http://0-Hermit-0.deviantart.com/journal/15013768/ http://0-Hermit-0.deviantart.com/journal/15013768/ Thu, 11 Oct 2007 11:16:50 PDT - Frogs
- Hedgehogs
- Wolves
- Foxes
- Squid
- Octopuses
- Dogs
- Cats
- Tigers
- Chinchillas
- Rats
- Tapeworms
- Tarantulas
- Skinks
- Goats
- Ravens
- Red pandas
- Seals
- Slaters
- Praying mantises
- Kodiak bears
- Centipedes
- Snails
- Rhesus macaques
- Rabbits
- Puffer fish
- Budgerigars
- Crimson rosellas
- Earthworms

Animals I don't like (some of the time):
- Rainbow lorikeets
- Gorillas
- Dolphins
- Bull ants (motherfuckers. They crawled up my pants once on a bushwalk. I had bites on my thighs for days D: < )


Yeah. Share yours, chillunz.


Also, I really like the look of artificial lighting at night. Just the way the lit objects are illuminated so brightly compared to the sky. And with streetlamps - the yellowy tinge they give to objects contrasts really nicely with the dark blue of the night. It's sickly and horrible and wrong and unnatural, but beautiful. The roads and the trains and everything look gorgeous at night. Like, this evening I was coming home on the train and it was dark outside and light inside and the interior of the carriage was reflected in the windows, but occasionally you could see the lights of the external world and if you turned your head you could see into the next carriage and there were people just sitting there and everyone's just vacuum packed into this space and they're all physically together but everyone's consciously trying to avoid one another and I'm just sitting there watching people and they're not watching back and it's just so weird I mean where are they going what brings them to this common place the one place that allows people to gather to move to depart without leaving a trace it's fucking insane I love trains it's the inbetween between A to B and so many people caught up together in this inbetween and imagine working on a train and watching people pass by you're ferrying them but you never move with them once they move beyond the designated route but for a while you're all traveling together you're actually going somewhere together and you're moving. You're fucking well moving.

(Speaking of sickly and horrible and wrong and unnatural but beautiful, check this out: [link]
introduced me to it last night and... oh my god. It's a fucking TRIP. A fucking GOOD TRIP. GOOD GRIEF. HOLY SHIT. I CANNOT DESCRIBE THE HIGH I GOT OFF THIS. IT IS RAPTURE OF THE EYES AND POISON OF THE MIND. IT IS BEAUTY AND LIGHT AND UNBELIEVABLY, UNSPEAKABLY TWISTED. WELL, PERHAPS I'M EXAGGERATING A LITTLE. BUT IT'S DAMN GOOD. I WANT TO DO ANIMATION. )

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Okay. To the people I actually have a chance of seeing in person:

If you have any used aerosol cans, could I please have the nozzles?

Thankyew. ^_^

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Anyway. You may have noticed my gallery just got an injection of two shithouse paintings. Andlike... gah. They're that sort of curly, feminine, generic style that relies heavily on pattern and line. I mean, it's good if done well, but mine isn't particularly. And it's annoying.

I would really, really like to be able to paint and draw properly.

REALLY.

REEL.

FISHING. I WANT TO GO FISHING. D: <

Grr. Porn.

Lots of porn.

That is something else that I want.

POTATO porn.

Oh god yes.

Potatoes. Sexy, bikini-clad potatoes running through housepaint.

Oh. My. God.

Oh god.

Ahem.



EDIT: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGG GGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*STABSTABSTABSTAB*

]]> ~0-Hermit-0 http://0-Hermit-0.deviantart.com/journal/14893506/ http://0-Hermit-0.deviantart.com/journal/14893506/ Wed, 03 Oct 2007 01:24:02 PDT "You have been "tagged". You now have to post 8 random facts about yourself in your journal/blog. At the bottom of your facts, you must list 6 more unfortunate individuals whom you have tagged, then comment them to let them know."

Right.

1. I am adopted.

2. I have no favourite colour anymore - it's more like a top ten list.

3. I'm slowly sliding into complete political ignorance

4. I really wish I could be a proper artwanker and so up myself that I don't notice

5. I like looking at weird kitchen contraptions D:

6. I reckon eucalypts are sexy. All pale and smooth and... ohmy.

7. Oilpaint fumes give me really bad headaches

8. I wish I could paint properly, but can't be bothered learning how.


Victims:

Take note, you lot. D: <

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Never again am I to sit through a lesson in school.

My uni preferences are done and dusted.

I have a shiny, shiny lump of glass to commemorate the fact that my parents have been stupid enough to send me to the Most Expensive School on Earth for thirteen years.

My application (including 250 words of pure bullshit on my artistic goals) has been given in to SCA.

I've reached a new low-point in artistic productivity.

My books and folders are still in my schoolbag.

The graffiti's still on my shoes.

The days are getting warmer.

The air is becoming increasingly humid.



The reality of reality is yet to slap me across the face with the halibut of responsibility.

Everything feels like nostalgia and semi-consciousness.



The world seems sleepy, and I'm very, very tired.

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HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA



Shi'ite.

Shi'ite militia.


Edit: I heard your scream echo through the streets and it sent a chill through me, for I knew that soon the end of it all would be upon us.

The heavens opened, spewing fire and blood and ice, while four horsemen walked the earth, leaving CNN specials in their wake.

The cries of the living were lost beneath the howls of the dead, and I knew there was no turning back.

Stepping forth into the rift, I was met by an unexpected silence. A disquieting stillness. A sickly warmth.

There was a bright light in the distance and I walked towards it. A shape appeared on the horizon. As I moved forward this shape grew into one of a figure. There was an unspeakable wrath in its countenance, eyes of stone staring through me.

It was.............................. DUMBLEDORE!!111

Edit: It's one of those times where the words are somewhere and aren't going anywhere so you have to relocate them to somewhere else.

The words are collapsing on one another like stoners at a party. Revel in the chaotic beauty of nonsense.

Now write an essay about it.

Do eet, bitch. D; <

Edit: Do you ever wonder why you wake up tired in the morning?

Perhaps it's because you're a chronic sleep-blogger.

I wish I was. It might serve as some excuse for the shit I appear to be churning out at an alarming rate now.

Anyway. Yeah. Or it could be because at night your body's being used by someone else.

...

As in, like, controlled. Like... they take over your brain function or something. Yeaaah.

You know what I never get tired of? Bullshit. It's beautiful. Like shelled peas. Or icicles. Or Connie's mum.

I wish I could dance. It'd be nice to be able to do... something.

I also wish I could do realistic drawings. Likelike... yeah. There's something up with my hand-eye co-ordination or something. Like... I can never get anything spot-on. And it sucks. Like a vacuum cleaner.

Edit: This is an interesting log of my degenerating mental process, dontcha reckon?

Like... what have I got to do? Make 10 cards and fill in 4 memory books. But I'm not. I'm sitting here complaining about it.

GO ME. GO ME AND MY INEFFICIENCY AND MY COMPLETELY COUNTER-PRODUCTIVE FUNCTIONING. AND THE TWO MOLES ON THE INSIDE OF MY LEFT FOREARM. AND THE TINY CIGARETTE BURN ON THE BACK OF MY HAND. AND THE ALMOST-INVISIBLE SCAR ON MY KNEE. AND THE DRY SKIN ON MY TOE.

GOGOGADGETBRAINVOMIT.

BLLUREERGGGGH. VOMITHAAAHAH.

Edit: Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes,
that blue is getting me high and making me low.

*Hums*

]]> ~0-Hermit-0 http://0-Hermit-0.deviantart.com/journal/14769456/ http://0-Hermit-0.deviantart.com/journal/14769456/ Mon, 24 Sep 2007 08:45:39 PDT that evening in June,
as together we basked 'neath the stars.

The midwinter chill
did not dampen our will,
as we dragged on Cuban cigars.


Violins softly played,
as grand plans we made,
to elope the very next day -

But law made this complex,
and us both sorely vexed -
The Man had taken our rights away!


Love should not be confined
to simply mankind -
it should be shared and cherished by all,

So why does the government say
that I can't have my way,
and marry a splendid, blue Spinks Macaw?


Between plucking and preening,
and flying into the ceiling,
my beau's truly a sensitive soul,

Considerate like Dr Phil,
he sits perched on my sill,
and hears out problems, no matter how droll.


His arched wings in the skies,
his beady black eyes,
make my heart skip a beat when I see them,

And when his sharp claws dig in
to my forearm's skin,
it's as if I'm living a dream.


So note well, dear Prime Minister,
there is not a thing sinister
about my stated romantic intent,

Though final say should be mine,
You're disagreement-inclined,
so to you I now say: GO GET BENT.

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If you find that, two months into the future, you're getting replies from me on comments you made decades ago, it's 'cause I've got a new reply system:

1. Look at received messages
2. Reply to five (approx) most recent
3. Go to sleep

Yeah. That's pretty much it.

Sorry, guys. XP

Andandand... I'm really liking Something For Kate right now. It's like... swaying lighthearted downer music. Yeaaah. Zzzzzz

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Last Christmas my parents got me this book I'd had my eye on for a while - "City of Shadows" - a compilation of police photos (crime scenes, mugshots etc.) from Sydney between the wars.

The crime scene photographs are generally of those victims struck hardest by the depression - shanty town dwellers and all that. I find it strange that the only way that these people could become immortal was in death, usually after being brutally murdered.

What is it about old photos?

Of course, most obviously, there's the issue of historical insight. The dress of the subjects, the photographic quality - a means of gathering data about another age. But it goes beyond that. There's a bit of a thrill involved in making some sort of contact with those long-dead. You can look at these people, consider their backgrounds, their lives, what brought them to where they had been recorded, what happened to them after the photo - all that sort of thing. It's making contact with a stranger over a decades-wide gap.

Photographs are a record of a split-second occurrence that makes that split second immortal. And here we sit, countless split-seconds later, making stories for people that now only exist as images on paper.

Just thinking of who has physically handled the photographs before you is bloody awesome too. You're placing your fingers over the same spots where an individual of another age had. And the photo itself - it's a reaction to light of another age. It's the visual process of someone decades ago, held on paper.

Or something.

I don't know. I like old photographs. I really, really like old photos. ^_^

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I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.


My pageviews... they're

OVER NINE THOUSSAAAAANNNDDD!

How the hell did that happen? Not that I'm complaining, obviously. XP

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Another playlist journal entry.

Songs you keep only 'cause they're quirky.

For me it's:

"White and Nerdy" - Weird Al Yankovic
"The Emo Song" - Adam and Andrew
"Frontier Psychiatrist" - The Avalanches (it's actually quite cool as a stand-alone song too)
"I'm so Postmodern" - The Bedroom Philosopher
"Discovery Channel", "Foxtrot, Uniform, Charlie, Kilo" - Bloodhound Gang
"I am the Walrus" - Beatles (te he)
"Brass Monkey" - Beastie Boys
"The Salmon Dance" - Chemical Brothers
"Computer Camp Love" - Datarock (good stand-alone song also)
"Punch in the Face", "Russel Crowe's Band" - Frenzal Rhomb (" ")
"Gay Bar" - Electric Six ("... wait, I'm just going to stop with this "stand-alone song" shit. If any of these were completely in conflict with my musical tastes, they wouldn't be on my playlist at all.)
"Without Me" - Eminiem
"Detachable Penis" - King Missile
"Underwear Goes Inside the Pants" - Lazyboy
"Black Riders" - Lords of the Rhymes (I'm a NERD.)
"Sweet Transvestite" - Rocky Horror XD
"All This Love" - The Similou
"Rollercoaster" - Machine Gun Fellatio
"I Love Work", "Yo Mama" - Butterfingers
"Franco Un-American" - NOFX
"Coin Operated Boy" - Dresden Dolls
Just about all my Regurgitator stuff
All my Tripod stuff

By the way, download "Bombora" by The Atlantics. S'good. S'very, very good.

And, also, I feel like making a cubby house. Just imagine how awesome it'd be to get a couple of chairs, whack them in the middle of Martin Place, chuck a sheet over the top and just sit under the sheet with a couple of friends for a day . Or, like, pitching a tent in the Botanic Gardens.
Yer own space. Yer own space in public space.

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Anyway, I had a shocking realisation the other day - I have periods where I actually genuinely respect both of my parents.

My father with his dead-set empirical approach to life, the universe and everything. He believes what he believes, but also accepts the fact that, if pertinent evidence arises to the contrary, he might have to change these views. He accepts that what is "sure" is open to change. And stuff.
Also, he appreciates really admirable individuals and has enormous respect for and value of science and history. He's a real Darwin and Hastings fanboy XD.

My mother, whom I clash with on just about bloody everything, becomes really passionate over issues of workplace relations. She has a great belief in workplace equality, and equal opportunities despite socio-economic status. She has a concern for something I find really admirable, and is totally genuine about it, even though she's in a position where some of the issues mightn't necessarily affect her at all.

I like people who can really, really say that they believe in something... probably because I can't >.<.

Blah.

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I have no idea why he did it, but I do know that he will be receiving large amounts of gratitude in the mail.

And here.
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THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU

May an enormous family of Hobbits move in next-door to you, Billy m'lad.

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