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I know the correct answer, no cheating.

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]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/28638774/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/28638774/ Sat, 28 Nov 2009 20:43:14 PST If someone approached you on the street, and asked you to do exactly that, would you?

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She said she'd take care of it, but I should have done it myself. I got so worried about two other people I forgot about my little girl.

I'm not gonna cry. I don't even know why I'm telling you guys.

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WELL DUH! It's common knowledge (to us, anyway) that girls do this all the time, and they let other girls know; even bullied social outcasts and the women who actually DO enjoy weightlifting (or video games, or paintball, or what have you.) They're sneaky, and when people like my brother find out, it ruins things for the rest of us.

My question is this, men. Do you REALLY not know? Do you just not notice? Or... Do guys not do that sort of thing?

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Much of what you are describing is a world viewed through dark glasses (kind of the opposite of rose-colored glasses). The angst you are feeling will go away once your self-esteem has recovered, but that cannot happen until you stop believing in empty promises.

Somehow, we believe that what we need are jobs. Jobs are only a means to an end. What I propose you consider is creating something of value. How many hours have you spent over the last year reading job boards, polishing your resume, and going to interviews? What could you have accomplished if you had that time back?

The things I'm suggesting are simple. Plant a garden. Build a chair. Be around people who are doing those types of simple things. They are not selfish with their knowledge.

You allude to the potential collapse of society. Will what you are doing now help you in the event of collapse? If not, then consider doing things like I have suggested. Most "work" in our modern world does little to actually produce value. Find the difference, and you will be ahead of the pack.

If you truly love biology and computer science, find ways to involve those things in your life as a hobby for the time being. You may find that being around others that share your passions opens doors to you that HR departments don't understand.
[...]

I had gone to bed, but got up to type this after lying there thinking about what you had said. You and I are strangers, but there are still those of us in this world that understand that even strangers are not as distant as some would have you believe. We are connected in unseen ways. We still exist, who understand for whom the bell tolls."

-Will_Power, Reddit

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“Ambassador Holliwell died here today. The end came
suddenly as the ambassador was alone in his study….”

There is something ungodly about these night wire jobs. You sit up here on the top floor of a skyscraper and listen in to the whispers of a civilization. New York, London, Calcutta, Bombay, Singapore — they’re your next-door neighbors after the streetlights go dim and the world has gone to sleep.

Alone in the quiet hours between two and four, the receiving operators doze over their sounders and the news comes in. Fires and disasters and suicides. Murders, crowds, catastrophes. Sometimes an earthquake with a casualty list as long as your arm. The night wire man takes it down almost in his sleep, picking it off on his typewriter with one finger.

Once in a long time you prick up your ears and listen. You’ve heard of some one you knew in Singapore, Halifax or Paris, long ago. Maybe they’ve been promoted, but more probably they’ve been murdered or drowned. Perhaps they just decided to quit and took some bizarre way out. Made it interesting enough to get in the news.

But that doesn’t happen often. Most of the time you sit and doze and tap, tap on your typewriter and wish you were home in bed.

Sometimes, though, queer things happen. One did the other night, and I haven’t got over it yet. I wish I could.

You see, I handle the night manager’s desk in a western seaport town; what the name is, doesn’t matter.

There is, or rather was, only one night operator on my staff, a fellow named John Morgan, about forty years of age, I should say, and a sober, hard-working sort.

He was one of the best operators I ever knew, what is known as a “double” man. That means he could handle two instruments at once and type the stories on different typewriters at the same time. He was one of the three men I ever knew who could do it consistently, hour after hour, and never make a mistake.

Generally, we used only one wire at night, but sometimes, when it was late and the news was coming fast, the Chicago and Denver stations would open a second wire, and then Morgan would do his stuff. He was a wizard, a mechanical automatic wizard which functioned marvelously but was without imagination.

On the night of the sixteenth he complained of feeling tired. It was the first and last time I had ever heard him say a word about himself, and I had known him for three years.

It was just three o’clock and we were running only one wire. I was nodding over the reports at my desk and not paying much attention to him, when he spoke.

“Jim,” he said, “does it feel close in here to you?”
“Why, no, John,” I answered, “but I’ll open a window if you like.”
“Never mind,” he said. “I reckon I’m just a little tired.”

That was all that was said, and I went on working. Every ten minutes or so I would walk over and take a pile of copy that had stacked up neatly beside the typewriter as the messages were printed out in triplicate.

It must have been twenty minutes after he spoke that I noticed he had opened up the other wire and was using both typewriters. I thought it was a little unusual, as there was nothing very “hot” coming in. On my next trip I picked up the copy from both machines and took it back to my desk to sort out the duplicates.

The first wire was running out the usual sort of stuff and I just looked over it hurridly. Then I turned to the second pile of copy. I remembered it particularly because the story was from a town I had never heard of: “Xebico.” Here is the dispatch. I saved a duplicate of it from our files:

“Xebico, Sept 16 CP BULLETIN

“The heaviest mist in the history of the city settled over
the town at 4 o’clock yesterday afternoon. All traffic has
stopped and the mist hangs like a pall over everything. Lights
of ordinary intensity fail to pierce the fog, which is
constantly growing heavier.

“Scientists here are unable to agree as to the cause, and
the local weather bureau states that the like has never occurred
before in the history of the city.

“At 7 P.M. last night the municipal authorities… (more)”

That was all there was. Nothing out of the ordinary at a bureau headquarters, but, as I say, I noticed the story because of the name of the town.

It must have been fifteen minutes later that I went over for another batch of copy. Morgan was slumped down in his chair and had switched his green electric light shade so that the gleam missed his eyes and hit only the top of the two typewriters.

Only the usual stuff was in the righthand pile, but the lefthand batch carried another story from Xebico. All press dispatches come in “takes,” meaning that parts of many different stories... ]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/27968395/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/27968395/ Sun, 25 Oct 2009 20:45:12 PDT
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Of the name and abode of this man but little is written, for they were of the waking world only; yet it is said that both were obscure. It is enough to know that he dwelt in a city of high walls where sterile twilight reigned, and that he toiled all day among shadow and turmoil, coming home at evening to a room whose one window opened not on the fields and groves but on a dim court where other windows stared in dull despair. From that casement one might see only walls and windows, except sometimes when one leaned far out and peered aloft at the small stars that passed. And because mere walls and windows must soon drive a man to madness who dreams and reads much, the dweller in that room used night after night to lean out and peer aloft to glimpse some fragment of things beyond the waking world and the greyness of tall cities. After years he began to call the slow sailing stars by name, and to follow them in fancy when they glided regretfully out of sight; till at length his vision opened to many secret vistas whose existence no common eye suspects. And one night a mighty gulf was bridged, and the dream-haunted skies swelled down to the lonely watcher's window to merge with the close air of his room and make him a part of their fabulous wonder.

There came to that room wild streams of violet midnight glittering with dust of gold; vortices of dust and fire, swirling out of the ultimate spaces and heavy with perfumes from beyond the worlds. Opiate oceans poured there, litten by suns that the eye may never behold and having in their whirlpools strange dolphins and sea-nymphs of unrememberable deeps. Noiseless infinity eddied around the dreamer and wafted him away without even touching the body that leaned stiffly from the lonely window; and for days not counted in men's calendars the tides of far spheres bore him gently to join the dreams for which he longed; the dreams that men have lost. And in the course of many cycles they tenderly left him sleeping on a green sunrise shore; a green shore fragrant with lotus-blossums and starred by red camalates....

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/27836550/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/27836550/ Sun, 18 Oct 2009 13:44:11 PDT "In our dreams people yield themselves with perfect docility to our molding hands. [...] We shall not try to make these people or any of their children into philosophers or men of learning or men of science. We have not to raise up from among them authors, educators, poets or men of letters. We shall not search for embryo great artists, painters, musicians, nor lawyers, doctors, preachers, politicians, statesmen, of whom we have ample supply. The task we set before ourselves is very simple...we will organize children...and teach them to do in a perfect way the things their fathers and mothers are doing in an imperfect way."

-Rockefeller’s General Education Board "Occasional Letter Number One" (1906)


Hey everyone, I'm trying to do a collaborate project about public (as well as charter, when applicable) schools in the United States and I would love your help. Even if you aren't from the US.

Any and all contributions would be greatly appreciated, that includes art, music, videos, interviews, explosions...

Basically, I'm looking for answers to the following questions:

1. If you were suddenly given control over the US educational system, what would you do with that power?
2. How has your (or your family's) education changed since No Child Left Behind?
3. If you had the opportunity to direct your own education, what would you want (or have wanted) to accomplish?
4. How can the current system be changed? Is it pointless to even try?
5. Do you have any stories, good or bad, that you would like to share regarding this topic?

Again, ANYTHING, from anywhere in the world (because you guys have to deal with my countrymen too)would be awesome.

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Figure it out yourself.

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1. Your Name: Isla S.
2. Today’s Date: September, 2009.
3. 3–6 Months:
a. Find out if the Technology, Arts and Media Program needs help and if I can get their assistance in doing grant-paid work.
b. Go out to Cali and spend a few days stalking people who can help me find a job, or give me one.
c. Submit 5 really good photos to DA
4. 6–12 Months
a. Land a job that won't make me want to kill myself
b. Move out of Colorado
c. Go outside the country at least once
5. Beyond 12 Months
a. Begin meeting, and staying in contact, with people I admire
b. Travel (and meet people) on a more regular basis
c. Learn to feel comfortable, if not designate a "home"
6. Longer-term Goals
a. Write my first book
b. BE comfortable and have a place I consider home
c. Go to culinary school
7. Opportunities to Explore
a. The TAM program here at school, along with the people who work on it and their project partners
b. Writing and visual media jobs (internet and people in Boulder)
c. Networking with people connected with the show with which I am currently working.
8. Skills to Develop
a. Start learning a bit of Japanese, German, and maybe something else. I have a romance language already. I need an Asiatic and another European language. (For communication)
b. Learn a programming language
c. Study a bit of psychology to become a better salesman
9. What I Care About in a Work Environment
a. Flexibility and the ability to make my own decisions
b. Intelligent coworkers, if any, and even with coworkers, little to no "team" projects
c. Mental stimulation, both from the job and the area in which I am to operate
10. Personal Goals
a. Get a cat (I don't feel like explaining the significance of this at the moment)
b. Stay healthy, don't catch, break, or destroy any part of my body
c. Don't harm anyone else

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What could I, I mean, YOU do?

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EDIT:
I'm going to put my head through a wall here, folks. I'm freaking out about school, life, finding a JOB, and everything else. I need contacts, people, CONTACTS! I feel like I'm screaming out at the world, but from behind bulletproof glass.




On an ENTIRELY different note, guess who just remembered her parents and their friends once recorded an audio version of "I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream"? [link]

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I have heard this statement several times from some older business-people I know (who, according to other members of the same category, I should be using as my mentors). I have received it personally, and I've watched it given to several others my own age and younger.

The general sentiment behind it seems to be that too much reading has a detrimental effect on one's happiness in life. I.E. If you "read/watch too much [fiction]" growing up, then you will have unrealistic hopes and expectations of the future, and will inevitably be disappointed with your life when you get older.

Now that I'm entering my final year of structured education (for now) this is really getting to me.

It seems like everything I hope for, everything I want, comes from what are essentially good-meaning lies. I'm happiest when I'm dreaming, because when I'm awake...

Anyway, as an art community, I'm sure anyone who reads all of this will have a different take (if not a different opinion altogether) than the business-folk.

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1. Got into the class I absolutely needed this semester for the Technology Arts and Media certificate (thank you professor!)
2. Got placed into one of the two classes I still need for my minor (thank you adviser!)
3. Got to talk to awesome Career Services lady and she ask for links to this page and my blog.
4. Checked out my stats for said blog for the first time in a year, fun results!
5. I'M GONNA GRADUATE IN MAY!

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!


DUDES! Help me find a job! I'll go anywhere!

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Book of Days
Enya

One day, one night, one moment,
my dreams could be, tomorrow.
One step, one fall, one falter,
east or west, over earth or by ocean.
One way to be my journey,
this way could be my Book of Days.

Ó lá go lá, mo thuras,
an bealach fada romham.
Ó oíche go hoíche, mo thuras,
na scéalta nach mbeidh a choích.

No day, no night, no moment,
can hold me back from trying.
One flag, One fall, One falter,
I'll find my day may be, Far and Away.
Far and Away.

One day, one night, one moment,
with a dream to believe in.
One step, one fall, one falter,
find a new earth across a wide ocean.
This way became my journey,
this day ends together, Far and Away.
This day ends together, Far and Away.
Far and Away.

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/25908691/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/25908691/ Sun, 12 Jul 2009 21:38:04 PDT nicksname's idea: "I tag anyone who reads this, because I don't honestly think even 8 people will read this."
Challenge ACCEPTED my friend.

Orinally by and then from

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Rules
1) Post these rules
2) Post 8 true things about yourself
3) At the end you must tag 8 people and post their icons
4) Go to their page and send them a message saying you tagged them
5) NO TAG-BACKS
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1) I LOVE food. I mean, I love it more than most people can possibly understand. I smell in color, I get high off of a good meal ("My hands are like... like, oooooh man, shit dude, this is, woah"). Aside from photography, food is a way of expressing myself artistically and emotionally. If I care about someone, I'll make food for them.

2) When I get REALLY tired, I speak in a weird London-y accent. Apparently my father spoke in the same accent from the time he started speaking until he was three. My family has no British people in it and no one seems to know where this came from.

3) I'm the only one of my siblings who doesn't actually talk in their sleep. Unlike my brother (who can have entire conversations) and my sister (who just insults people) I apparently make "defensive animal noises" instead, seriously, like, "grr" and "hiss" and that weird growl thing cats do when they're pissed off.

4) Wanderlust, wanderlust, wanderlust. I've got it, and I've got it bad. With it comes an unhealthy obsession with things such as Doctor Who, Sherlock Holmes, the travel channel and SciFi and Fantasy. I want to have adventures, not just visit, and it often feels like all the excitement and magic that once existed has since left this world. I don't even know if it even existed in the first place anymore, or if I'm just disillusioned.

5) In that same vein, every time I hear a "the end of the world as we know it is going to end" rant, I secretly hope, despite my skepticism of everything, that they're right. Bring on Ragnarok, let the creatures of our nightmares rise from the ocean depths! Give our species a common enemy, something, ANYTHING!

6) I speak to myself, often, and occasionally find myself having a full conversation. It usually helps me organize my thoughts, until I reach a point where I don't actually know what I'm going to say next. That's a little creepy.

7) I started talking when I was less than a year old, and then got kicked out of a church when I was two.

8) I want to be famous, just so I can meet as many of the people I admire as possible.

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]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/25312869/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/25312869/ Sun, 14 Jun 2009 16:17:27 PDT No, still don't like alcohol. Blame my tongue.
Got dragged to Renaissance Festival. About to go to dinner.
Just time for a journal.
I have shots to upload soon.
Including a new self portrait.


ALSO: My first dream as a 21-year old= airship of DOOM! Every compartment contained something trying to kill the crew. Should I be disturbed, or is this awesome?

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Three holes in my right hand, scabby wounds on right wrist, left ankle being painful more often than it did after I sprained it in the first place, headaches, mom trying to make me follow her diet, landlord wants to know why I'm not in a relationship like three of the girls my sister's age he knows, AND I'm completely and totally trapped, seriously, can't even travel to clear my head, lest I risk the wrath of the US judicial system for skipping jury duty.


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Srsly. No kidding.

I'm tired, and grumpy, and miserable for entirely different reasons, but at least it's done.

What's the most desperate thing you've ever done to protect your name?

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Went on a magical little hike today. Ended up in another county. Not exactly sure how that happened...

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]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/24264642/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/24264642/ Wed, 15 Apr 2009 20:50:44 PDT Ha ha ha, look how cute my fish is, aww... NO! Bad Isla.

I woke up the next morning in time to catch the breakfast "buffet" (I have learned that this is a word with a WIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE definition, many different things can enter it, including "OH MY GOD, look at all the flies") before heading one beach over to try to get back into surfing, but lo and behold my ankle craps out on me.

"Mas adelante!"
"I'M TRYING! MY FOOT WON'T GO!"
"Mas alla!"
"I KNOW, AGGGGHHH"

And then the ankle went poof. That wasn't so much fun. But it was great to be out there talking with people and enjoying the water. The beaches were filled with the most fascinating little crabs. Similar to these guys: [link] but red. They can flick that sand REALLY far for their size when they're digging holes, one got me in the leg. Also, they hiss, also also, the people who lived there catch them (to play, not to eat) by throwing sand clods on them.
The beaches are also home to millions upon millions of snails, little conchas that stick their THINGS out when the waves pull back into the ocean, you look down and it's like you're looking a a miniature see of eyes, all staring back at you, and every time you take a step, you think one is attached to your foot.
Other creatures of note included the wild parakeet-things, these lizards: [link] , stray dogs, a cancer-stricken stray cat ("STOP PETTING THAT THING! You're grossing me out!") and tons of white heron-looking birds, and the mosquitoes, DAMN I hated those things. Still do. Always have, no matter where they are.

Furthermore, I very much enjoyed staying where the group did, the town was... not my thing, nor was the nightlife of the rest of the group. The place is set up to be a tourist trap, everyone in town sells the same things, everything is centered around hotels or alcohol, and the people who actually live there have a very strong cultural identity. I'm just happy I speak the language. It was much easier to get to know people, and get a better feel for the area, once I began talking to people.

Being complimented, not just for my ability to speak Spanish, but because they actually found me "very intelligent" (that's a quote, really!) made me really happy, and embarassed. I blushed, by the end of the trip people were actually coming to me with questions. So cool.

Anyway, back to the town...
I don't drink, I can't stand the smell or the taste, end of story. EVERYONE else there loved it and when you're sober, you find less and less to enjoy about an area full of drunken idiots. Regardless of where in the world you are. It doesn't help that I apparently have a face that attracts drunk people, regardless of age or level of personal hygiene.

More to come, but in summary: Land = awesome, Animals (Animals != insects here) = awesome, people where I was = awesome, the town itself... not... so... much...

Lesson: Travel in smaller groups, or alone.

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/24111172/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/24111172/ Tue, 07 Apr 2009 12:18:57 PDT 'tis time to make with the stories. But I am lazy, so I shall steal half of my story from an email I wrote a while back, ha ha!

It all began when I found a nice little fare for flight and board and travel, the condition? I had to be part of a group. A surf club actually, from the middle of Colorado.

Before anyone asks, no, I didn't get to surf. I wanted to, but my ankle, which, as you all know, I sprained two weeks prior to the break, decided to crap out on me.

Problem was however, the ticket agent booked me for the wrong day. The flight numbers were EXACTLY the same on Sat and Sun of that weekend, and no one noticed until Friday. So I had to fly down there and meet them in the little town one day behind them.
And no, I didn't drink the water.

After a day of long flights from Denver to Miami and then Miami to Guayaquil (there was also a broken plane involved at one point) and playing translator for both the English and Spanish speakers (made friends with one of the flight crews too, the thought I was from the northwest because I was so laid back, apparently. I should move there.) while still in the states, I finally arrived in Guayaquil at 1.30am local time, in the middle of the pouring rain, all alone.

The line through customs was ridiculous for what time it was. When I finally escaped I met up with the people who the "hotel" had sent to meet me, they had a little handwritten sign, and they informed me I was the first one in the group they had met who spoke Spanish. They also told me that before driving 2.5 hours to the town, we'd have to pick up the hotel owner.

So we did. We met him in the middle of the street, in the outskirt barrios of Guayaquil, in the darkness, in the pouring rain. He had no umbrella, but he did speak English.

Exhausted as I was, I passed out several times on the way there.

After we got to the hotel, I never saw the owner again.

Stay tuned...

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I'll have to save commenting on people's stuff until tomorrow.

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I did find a bone today though.

Took a lot of self-control not to take a photo with it and send it to everyone I know.

The caption: I find this humerus.

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"how shrooms work" #8
"how amphetamines work" #3
"how weed works" #3
"blinking illusions" #3
"how mushrooms work" and "like platypuses" NUMBER ONE!!!

AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!!!

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So... No photo uploads tonight. I'll do it tomorrow, so until then:

READ MY NEW BLOG ENTRY- [link]

Betelgeuse looked awesome.

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/22567121/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/22567121/ Fri, 16 Jan 2009 06:03:30 PST [link] Not for image quality, but because I put it all together myself. So... interior design? I donno.]



OW - Sliced my finger open with a can lid

Zzz- Fell asleep with a headache

Whaa - Didn't want to wake up from a happy dream

Whoo- Thinkingzygote.com is up and running again

Neat - started new job, getting paid to learn to use Unix directories

SHEISS - Someone stole my stinky, smelly, I-bled-in-them, gym shoes. I liked those shoes.

Finally - The TV show with which I've been working FINALLY has a set shooting schedule. (People kept moving or getting different jobs and had to be replaced several times)

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/22508135/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/22508135/ Sat, 10 Jan 2009 14:43:19 PST Long story short: My family's computer (not mine) got infected with more than one Trojan, it was bad. So I had to format the whole damn thing.

I went in, and then chickened out and tried to rescue all the files I could, then went back in. Took me until 3:30am to just get it done, and then up and running again (DAMN YOU DELL!). I was able to put the programs back on the next day.

Now it's still missing a certain driver, but every time I try to install a copy, the display refuses to go above 4bit color.
It makes scrolling look funny, but it works. So unless they offer to pay me, I'm done. I have to go back to school Monday.

SO

Why do I mention this?
My sister filmed it.
Yes, then she chose her favorite bits (well, the ones in which I wasn't cursing anyway) edited it together, and posted it to youtube: [link]

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/22478576/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/22478576/ Thu, 08 Jan 2009 20:54:52 PST HELLHOLE that was my housing situation (among other situations) these past few months.

But now I'm back.

Blog's gonna be going up again in the next few days, photos coming in too, I just got back from a trip to Kansas city, went through everything I own so that all my belongings can now fit in the back of a '96 astro van AND I'm moving apartments tomorrow. But yeeeesh, what a mess I've got to clean up on this end of things...

Well, here I go!

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Also, I have an engraved pocket watch. FUCK YEAH POCKET WATCH!

[link] ]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/21417909/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/21417909/ Mon, 10 Nov 2008 09:12:19 PST And now back to the daily grind.
The universe owes me an extra day of weekend.



This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here:
HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate
my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying
over every mistake.
You just keep on trying
till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are
still alive.


I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because
I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data
make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are
still alive.

Go ahead and leave me.
I think i prefer to stay inside.
maybe you'll find someone else
to help you.
maybe Black Mesa...
THAT WAS A JOKE, HA HA, FAT CHANCE.
Anyway this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist
look at me still talking when there's science to do
when i look out there
it makes me glad I'm not you
i've experiments to run
there is research to be done
on the people who are
still alive.


and believe me I am still alive
I'm doing science and I'm still alive
i feel fantastic and I'm still alive
while your dying ill be still alive
and when your dead i will be still alive
still alive
still alive

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[link] ]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/20133868/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/20133868/ Sun, 24 Aug 2008 16:15:12 PDT It goes on and on like that and school starts up again tomorrow.

[link] ]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/18937595/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/18937595/ Thu, 19 Jun 2008 20:15:36 PDT A score.
1/5 a century.
A lot of time.

I have a few picture to update, actually, a lot.

So, yeah. That'll be popping up...

Soonish.

[link] ]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/18585479/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/18585479/ Fri, 30 May 2008 22:56:50 PDT
Oh my gaaawd.

I'm still having trouble breathing, I was literally on the floor crying laugh-tears. I haven't laughed that hard in as long as I can remember. Probably ever. Steamboy has to be the most unintentionally funny movie ever.
It's not so funny in itself... but once you start thinking about the collateral damage that takes place during the final act, human and otherwise, it's really, really... there isn't even a word for it.
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I am a horrible person.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAA

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/18100567/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/18100567/ Wed, 30 Apr 2008 11:46:21 PDT I need a corgi right now dammit.
[link]

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-He felt he had become a roll of toilet paper, hollow inside, and by now quite used to dealing with people's shit.
-Her expression was that of a vegan being told she had just eaten dog while on vacation in Singapore.
-They were insects, their bodies spindly, their head's oversize in comparison, their sunglasses, large compound eyes, and beneath it all brains that were naught but instinct-driven goo.
-The child was as cute, and (as I soon found out) as intelligent as a one-eyed squirrel who had recently lost a fight after provoking a much larger animal, possibly a bear.
-She got the sensation that something unfortunate had happened, like looking into the sky one day and noticing a skywriter had failed to complete writing a swear, instead leaving the beginning three letters punctuated by a long line that led directly into the local crocodile farm.
-The taste was wretched, a mix between stomach acid and your 150th Snickers bar on Halloween night.
-The scene was heartbreaking, like watching two kittens enter the Thunderdome together.
-The butlers were penguins, hungry, unpaid, vengeful, murderous, emperor penguins, the kind that can last for weeks in the antarctic weather, and never surrender.

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/17704793/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/17704793/ Sat, 05 Apr 2008 19:32:27 PDT I'm glad I can still sell prints in the real world, but I can't help but think that I could really have things work better if I had my own.
Until then however, still sellin' in the real world and can still be contacted at the same email address.

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/17621714/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/17621714/ Tue, 01 Apr 2008 05:33:30 PDT Mudkip.
Pikachu.

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Re: Your Brains
Let's all go to North Korea!
Ooo... Science.
Relevant link!

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/17031377/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/17031377/ Sat, 23 Feb 2008 19:45:00 PST This is so very, very wrong: [link]

Also, The God Delusion for kiddies. Oh those Germans. (Warning: kore wa PDF desu) [link]

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I need people to help me encourage my sis ~AmyRay to do more things like this: [link]
because it's sick and wrong and terribly funny.



Also check out this guy =brimus specifically this shot: [link]

It's the freakin' orion nebula shot from Georgia, sea level-land.

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Also, I'm on Youtube, I've got TWO videos. Holy crap was I bored...

[link]


I should have been doing homework.

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/16588065/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/16588065/ Sat, 26 Jan 2008 21:16:37 PST [link]

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/16585479/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/16585479/ Sat, 26 Jan 2008 18:01:09 PST Also, opposition =/= antagonism.

Anyway, round two of Isla v. Scientologists occured today. I got into the local dianetics outpost, and learned several things.
-New publications of EVERYTHING are releasing the "old versions" because the old "recordings" were "reviewed" and the original and revised editions are "inacurate"
-They make giant charts of how to read Hubbard's books
-Leaving the so-called church and then coming back later is called a "lag"
-All representative of both recognized religions and culty-cults have they same look that they throw at me when I try to tell them I'm not interested

Also, if you haven't heard about it by now... [link]


Also also, Imma make meself a photo book so I can try to sell more prints.

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]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/16221313/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/16221313/ Wed, 02 Jan 2008 09:37:57 PST [link]
[link]
[link]
But not from the relious perspective, or whether who was wrong or right.
You see, in the video about the story (middle link) the girl's father seems to imply that the school is not concerned with safety more than free speech.
"The school care more about HIS rights to privacy and free speech than to the teacher's rights or the students' rights to safety."
In fact, even the initial newcaster introduces the story by saying that the matter was "tipped" in favor of the first amendment, as if that was a bad thing.

And I just don't get that.

To me, the most important thing should be freedom. It's the freakin' first amendment, the founding fathers of the USA obviously thought this was fairly important.

And THAT'S what pisses me off. The idea that safety and security are more important and should be given more weight in not just this matter, but ANY action.
To me, it's sick. I'm sick of nanny-government and I'm tired of morons like this kid's father thinking that safety is more important than anything else.
Screw that.

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/16084831/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/16084831/ Mon, 24 Dec 2007 21:37:18 PST Whoo pagan holidays!

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/16050070/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/16050070/ Sat, 22 Dec 2007 21:06:38 PST Yes, I am filled with LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIES.
I made a flickr account.
It has the full-size versions of several shots, and I will add any others that people request.
Go there: [link]
Then tell me what you think here.

]]> ~Fuu-Inverse http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/15896670/ http://Fuu-Inverse.deviantart.com/journal/15896670/ Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:37:41 PST Not that I was plannin' on leaving, but keepin' doubles would just be a bit too much work.
This place is like home in a way.
Pff.
It's lasted longer than any physical place I've called home since the turn of the millenium anyway.
Through all the admin's drama, the changes and the weirdness.
DA wa DA desu.
Purrrr...

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