http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:psychodrive&section=today deviantART RSS for by:psychodrive en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Fri, 18 Dec 2009 08:29:48 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/24956937/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/24956937/ Tue, 26 May 2009 08:06:19 PDT
a frost has crept overnight
and left icy thumbprints
in triangles on my window.

yours is an untended Babylon.
a cold place, hidden from view
by vacuous sheets of black snow.

at 6am, i'm out front
in tracksuit and beanie

. . . . -harvesting-

keeping crystals for the summer

. . . . for the summer you drop everything
. . . . and return

for hot chocolate
and last winter's frost.

~

still no formatting options on journals, wtf.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/12062844/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/12062844/ Mon, 05 Mar 2007 04:28:45 PST

somebody made the comparison again
between my spitting image and i
(or he and his).

i smiled, wondered if that too
was replica or reality.


~

so, yeah, i guess you could say i wrote.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/12045467/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/12045467/ Sat, 03 Mar 2007 20:15:09 PST
work is fantastic. my friends are great. i'm terribly in love.

and yet in a way, it's odd. i am surprised to find that despite the fact i can be very eloquent when it comes to expressing my ideas, my interests, etc, i have difficulty doing the same with happiness. i'm probably just repeating something that a hundred other people have already said, mind you.

still, i see it as a challenge. expressing my feelings is something that i enjoy doing and even though it frustrates me to fail, i'm going to be better for it. plus, i'll be able to explain to others just how happy i am without ranting at them in circles for 5 minutes.

so, essentially, i'm intend to take up my lunches and writing in the park a little more. and the writing is going to be feeble attempts at expressing positive emotions. oh, i expect to create a bunch of rubbish. and hopefully, something half decent will find it's way in there.

of course, it would also be helpful if people were just generally more perceptive.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11823989/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11823989/ Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:01:00 PST
Ow! The grammar in some of that previous "paragraph" seems to have molested my eyes.

I did go to Tonga, though, and thanks to Umberto Eco, I had somewhere to write down some thoughts and happenings- often related, but not necessarily. So, with my actual travel journal sitting at home on my bed, and my faux travel journal kept carefully away from water, oil and fire-based substance (water, oil and fire being the most common of these), I proceeded to trampse about in foreign farmland and tropical settings for the better part of 10 days.

That is, after the five and a half hour flight filled mostly with Niko and I trying to determine the approximate distance of the horizon (and later, exactly how the pilot's slide rule worked - we're scientists, not engineers, dammit!).

The trip did not start well.

Military rifles are not something you expect to greet you at the airport. Overpriced water and currency exchange booths, yes; loaded automatic rifles, no; random ponies on the side of the road, also no, but rather pleasant.

After the rifles, the country was much more pleasant.

The first night we stayed at a backpackers, but the only room available was with a private bathroom so it was a little more expensive than we had hoped. Meh. The owner and operator was a kindly old lady who was more than happy to assist us, provide fresh watermelon, and offload her husband for story-time. Said husband was the owner of a meat-processing business, father to an indeterminate number of children (one of whom was passed out in the living room), and a clergyman. All this despite being retired from 41 years of service as the Head of Finance at the Bank of Tonga.

We were woken at 4 by a broken rooster.

It crowed every 5 minutes for 3 hours, just outside our window. Shamefully, we couldn't have it for dinner that night. Breakfast, the opposite to dinner (non-dinner?) was massive and Niko and I were joined by a bunch of US Peace Corps (as opposed to HARDCORE) who I am convinced could probably spearpunch pineapples. Spearpunching melons (as opposed to pineapples), Niko and I decided, would be a rather spectacular way to surprise opponents in bar fights. Ah, the conversations one has at a juice (IF YOU COULD CALL THE HOLY NECTAR THAT I DRANK JUICE) bar after a long day of exploring the surrounding area, are pretty spectacular.

Almost as spectacular as seeing a Fijian and 2 Tongan people praying with their hands rested on the head of an Irish street-preaching evangelist in a private home.

People with enthusiasm fascinate me. Saying that these people were enthusiastic about their religion is the understatement that gets you attacked by bears in the woods because you're just that stupid. At least, it clarified in my mind that I must seem like an absolute loon sometimes when I talk about my family, friends and work, because I've been known to provide some of the same facial expressions and body language as those that night. Family, friends and work are my Jesus.

And so the next day, we went to an actual tropical island.

I should probably clarify that statement. Tonga'tapu, the main island in the Tongan archipelago is an absolute dump, relative to the other islands. The streets are noticeably lined with rubbish and public bins are few and far between. Bins at people's houses are even less common. Why? They can't afford it. The average Tongan family cannot afford to have the rubbish collected. We are talking a poor, poor country. Yet, despite this lack of economic prosperity, nobody starves and nobody is homeless. At the age of 16, men (and potentially women, but I'd have to check) are given a piece of land as is their constitutional right. They can do with it whatever they wish, but most construct houses and farms. They then proceed to farm their own animals (chickens and pigs) and grow their own fruit. Everything they need is from the land, and if they aren't particularly well-off one week, they can ask the neighbour for a bit of grub. If he says no, he is obviously not a Tongan. Hmm, being nice to people, they are obviously all on crack.

They must have been too, as the ferry was freaking crazy and some of these people took it on a regular basis. 3 and a half hours on a rickety boat over a deep sea trench with waves about 9 metres high. HURRAH! At least when we arrove (hehehehehe, arrived), the guy who operated the place we stayed at provided us with conversation of a political nature. Tongan politics is confusing, yo.

And then we went on a 4 wheel drive tour.

The tour went for about 6 hours, and inv... ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11496158/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11496158/ Fri, 19 Jan 2007 16:34:20 PST nikonoid.

i return ten days later.

there shall be only one pair of shorts, one pair of jeans and two shirts.
there shall be hiking and swimming
there shall be sleeping on the beach
there shall be sunscreen and water

there shall not be hepatitis A, B, diptheria, or typhoid.
there shall not be shaving.
there shall not be giant women tearing me limb from limb as was suggested by a friend.

there shall be fun.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11358461/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11358461/ Tue, 09 Jan 2007 03:50:02 PST
'nuff said. oh, so laazy.

UPDATES:

1) things i left in melbourne:
- 70$ worth of hair products
- chocolate from a local chocolatier
- a shirt
- ONE sock
- some of my hair
- the little voice in my head that says "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa" whenever somebody asks me questions of an extremely personal nature. now it just says "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

2) things i did in melbourne:
- booth photos
- disposable camera photos
- romantic dinners, icecream and walks
- cake shops! international cakes has not quite the worst coffee i've tasted (ultra bitter, watery, blech)
- australian centre for the moving image (ACMI) had an exhibition on light and optics. it was rather excellent.
- saw marie antoinette at the flicks. not fantastic. i want to eat their meals.
- the markets
- talked
- saw the mountain goats gig at the corner hotel
- regarded, endured, laughed at, mocked, played with humanity.

3) things i didn't do in melbourne
- swam in the fetid mess that the hotel called a pool
- fishing
- eat "puffy"
- save money
- want to live there, not even a bit.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11297436/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11297436/ Wed, 03 Jan 2007 06:15:23 PST [link]

and one for the non-LJ crowd so you don't feel all saddened and whatnot:

3 holidays in a month!

melbourne this weekend (seriously). i'm probably going to be pretty freaking busy shopping for pretties and generally hanging with Rex, but any melbournians [DC, Ryan, Sal, Rachel, etc] who think they can get into the city (i'm staying on collins st) for part of the weekend, ask for my mobile via note and we might be able to coffee. alternatively, if you're going to be at the mountain goats concert on friday night, look out for the talk guy with the pseudo-emo haircut and a smile.

plus, i'm going to tonga on the 22nd January until the 1st February with my mate Niko. should be a blast.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11112875/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11112875/ Tue, 19 Dec 2006 05:06:52 PST
i'm getting on a plane in less than 48 hours and i'm going back to adelaide to visit family and friends.

i look forward to seeing my family despite the fact that i know they will shit me about 30 seconds after i arrive. i just plain look forward to seeing my friends.

and yet, i'm leaving some behind here in canberra. for 10 days only, but visiting the majority tonight to say merry christmas before i go (tomorrow night i have other particular appointments, ooooooooo) it was beautiful. 9 months ago these people were wondering who the hell the goofy guy with the glasses was. tonight, there were hugs and questions about when i was arriving back.

mmm. love.

STUFF

merry christmas deviantArt, and a happy new year.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11057104/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11057104/ Wed, 13 Dec 2006 23:40:41 PST
monkeyfish

bludgeonfiasco

ruddygutter!

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11012396/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/11012396/ Sun, 10 Dec 2006 01:40:09 PST
1. the outfit of the night - budgie smugglers, pink thongs and goggles.
2. the group hug
3. the silence and attention as i "belted out" (not my words) ginsberg's "ignu"
4. the morning after - breakfast, video games, phone calls & just generally beautiful moments

i'd like to forget:

1. my ex being waaaaaaaaaaaay too touchy-feely
2. the anger and sadness when told that a specific person was annoyed that they weren't invited.

also:

who likes the little little duckies in the pond? i do i do i do a-chikka-quack-quack

and:

parties need more poetry readings.

oh:

i am twenty-three now. tomorrow i will be twenty-three also. i will be twenty-three for 363 more days, and that is o-kay with me.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10933173/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10933173/ Sun, 03 Dec 2006 06:31:08 PST
oh look, a picture of a kitten.

kisskissbangbang i should buy that film.

uarg.

hey. where did that come from?

whipped cream.

should i do that honesty questions thing? i do wonder what sort of questions people would ask me considering that most of them know ihow freakishly honest i can be.

hmmm, bug.

whipped cream.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10849476/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10849476/ Sat, 25 Nov 2006 20:11:30 PST
there was a spider in my shirt

i had a cool shower

i actually wrote music yesterday, so that was interesting. well, bits of and i don't know exaclty if it fits well together at all. it seems like i'm missing some sort of transition in a few places.

i'm going to buy guitar books on thursday i think, just for the hell of it. and maybe some music theory books. any suggestions for basic, intermediate and advanced levels.

have you seen the real world today?

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10695825/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10695825/ Sun, 12 Nov 2006 00:16:11 PST
anyway, journalling. why. really. why! they should just call it ranting. and for good reason. because it's ranting. oooh, irrefutable logic that one. that's the good thing about

my numeracy skills are weak. turns out i have about 200 minutes of international calls included in my cap every month if i want. originally i thought it was more like 60. this is a good think i thing.

oh look a potato. no i lie it's not really a potato, it's more like two plastic pegs. i can't even remember why i decided to cross them over like that. hey, and where the fook is my watch

crap.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10482821/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10482821/ Mon, 23 Oct 2006 02:39:02 PDT
there's a long line of people from whom this has been stolen, but i stole it from youthculture

i removed the fourth rule ("never discuss it again") because my personality is heavily dependent on reflection (think 24-7 if my mind wasn't occupied with other thoughts, and then some anyway) and discussing some of these, in the right circumstance and with the right people, often helps someone (if not me). at least, that's my experience.


The rules:


* List 11 things you want to say to 11 different people.
* Don't say who they pertain to.
* Feel free to comment, but don't confirm or answer anything.


1. you're still growing into the person you'll be for the rest of your life. if you continue in the manner you are now, the world itself will blink in amazement.

2. that was an absolutely spectacular fuck up, i'm sorry.

3. irrespective of your decision, i support you. that said, make the decision for the right reasons, and don't be afraid to fight if that's what it comes to.

4. come on in, the water's great.

5. learn how to smile, you drongo.

6. i dreamt about you the other day. i haven't had a dream that beautiful in years. i think you're pretty awesome. really.

7. ouch. really ouch.

8. you hurt someone i respect and admire and while i'm capable of forgiving you, anything that comes out of your mouth is going to receive double the analysis.

9. you lied one too many times the other week. stop it.

10. we're concerned about you. you once told me you're comfortable speaking to me. i haven't forgotten, and i'm waiting.

11. you don't need to redo that kiss, and i think you know it.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10442300/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10442300/ Thu, 19 Oct 2006 06:55:54 PDT
turns out you can blcok yourself from your userpage.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10407991/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10407991/ Mon, 16 Oct 2006 02:25:57 PDT
saturday evening was to a pub where some people i know were performing in the battle of the bands comp. sound wasn't as good as it could have been as the sound guy wasn't exactly with it. but it was still a good start to the evening.

afterwards we headed back to a friend's place for drinks/music/etc. i drank just over a third a bottle of muscat in the space of 4 hours (the other half was dished out at random to people i knew) and was just nicely merry. the house was insane, though. everyone who lives there is a musician or rides crazy bikes (think high seats, small wheels, big wheels, low seats, funny handlebars, etc) so there was music a plenty and general craziness. we jammed out ofr a while, and i played one of the drums (as in small and made of animal skin) which was rather awesome fun. someone asked me to freestyle for a while, but i am not particularly good so i politely refused and offered to write them something they could use (apparently, half of the night was recorded). later on, when there wwere less people around and it was much more chilled, i stood up and did some spoken word in time to this brilliant spanish beat that my friend was laying down on the guitar. we were accompanied by a drum kit, midi keyboard and synth. it all worked really nicely and i got right into it. i might have repeated about 7 different phrases but it was exactly the right mood and there were general handshakes and high fiving all around afterward. i also mucked about with the guitar alittle on the couch, and later danced to some tribal beats. like a fox, i might add.

at 6 i was sober enough to drive home (after much laughing and general watching the sun rise outside with some people - fortunately a guy from work who happened to be there lent me a jumper or else i would have been freakin cold).


yeah, it was fairly awesome.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10316477/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10316477/ Sat, 07 Oct 2006 16:31:20 PDT
i lack toe dexterity so i think maybe i will lose my grip.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10235503/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10235503/ Sat, 30 Sep 2006 10:27:51 PDT -- from a cliched pome about poetry. d'oh


"if 90% of the world is producing
what my 10% is consuming,
then i'm only 1/10th human."
-- from the mouth of a 17year old rapper wanna be



the slam was good. yeah.


EDIT: why the fook is :longing: not an emote?

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10199641/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10199641/ Wed, 27 Sep 2006 01:59:14 PDT
woo. a keyboard that actually has functioning f and j keys.

edit: *points at ads* these would be worth it if they tailored them to my tastes. plzkthx!

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10173724/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10173724/ Sun, 24 Sep 2006 15:04:54 PDT
this should be good.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10057299/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10057299/ Wed, 13 Sep 2006 06:03:48 PDT


]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10035014/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10035014/ Mon, 11 Sep 2006 02:19:24 PDT He yearns, which is what you do when you are mature.
This boy is using the sand as the first page
Of the very first poem he will ever write,
And what if it is only a concrete poem,
Or even a language poem, that is enough.
He has created something to show he feels,
And with the heart he draws around them what
He feels. But for decent reticence he does it
Twenty yards away from the clothes and his stung brother,
Who is not looking, weeping in the sand.
'After seeing the place where the dog might have been,

-- Verse 28, "Sea Pictures", Alan Brownjohn

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10016036/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/10016036/ Sun, 10 Sep 2006 05:30:45 PDT

HAWT

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9985793/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9985793/ Wed, 06 Sep 2006 07:50:53 PDT The Dr. Seuss Purity Test


---

You answered "yes" to 0 of 50 questions, making you 100.0% sexually pure (0.0% sexually corrupt); that is, you are 100.0% pure in the sex domain.
Your Weirdness Factor (AKA Uniqueness Factor) is 20%, based on a comparison of your test results with 189718 other submissions for this test.

---


totally.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9929867/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9929867/ Fri, 01 Sep 2006 12:45:14 PDT o vivus

dAlit

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9927130/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9927130/ Fri, 01 Sep 2006 07:00:31 PDT darkcrescendo and i decided to write angsty poetry last night over msn. one line each. i started.

it was originally intended for the instant poetry forum but we forgot to say go and took too long anyway.

we call it

-=- Premature Postulations -=-

oh why the fuck is v5 broken
(like my crimson links to old pr0n sites)
the screams beneath my boots, awaking
(as the rivers of my tears)
bugs to feel only the humane crush of vinyl.

And I am stumped to tell the ticking time
(i'm late again but screw that meeting)
How of my lines are made the godsdamned rhyme
(these days, even moments of pain are fleeting)
and lack of rhythmic rhythm. I lose again.
(oh god, i lose again).

My post is minutes in reverse, my hell
is sleeping in the foaming scum
between my beard and beer,inspired
by spiders in my mind.
And still the clock moves minutes in reverse.

So, plunge deep, this ticking second-hand
and caress my most poetic parts
with bleeding, double-edged palms.
A miasma of moments molests the lines
that drip between these darkened psalms.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9856062/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9856062/ Fri, 25 Aug 2006 22:00:28 PDT
my main performance was reasonably well received but i actually enjoyed the open mic section more. i was in town the other day and for some reason (*cough* =MSJames *cough*), I got to thinking about haiku, senryu, minimalistic poetry of a fashion and wrote down a few.

in the open mic section i performed two of those, and i provide my favourite for you here. to be honest, you really have to see/hear this, but i'm sure your imaginations are more than adequate. not to mention it's a reasonably common sight.

--

Hey Mum!
Pick me up

(i love you).

--

it was amusing afterward, somebody said to me: "man, your poems are so short". i just started laughing in a friendly sort of fashion and said "yeah..."

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9848025/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9848025/ Fri, 25 Aug 2006 07:40:05 PDT
i performed rather aggressively due to spending half the day getting myself angry for no apparent reason and it worked.

more updates later, for now sleep.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9812122/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9812122/ Tue, 22 Aug 2006 05:03:07 PDT I like to eat Monkey Foetus says: [ that's me ]
not really, because my life satisfaction is on the rise.

ragamuffin child - fell out of fashion, like an old song says: [ that's not me ]
oh god

ragamuffin child - fell out of fashion, like an old song says:
you sound like a motivational speaker

-=-

I like to eat Monkey Foetus says:
what do you do in a situation where you haven't known someone very long, haven't actually gone out on a date with them yet, and they are sitting in the emergency room holding their ovaries in pain.

I like to eat Monkey Foetus says:
fucking ovaries

Ken says:
Did this really take place, or is it a eupherism for something

I like to eat Monkey Foetus says:
no this is really taking place

I like to eat Monkey Foetus says:
now

I like to eat Monkey Foetus says:
and no i didn't punch her in the ovary

Ken says:
you have to be all smooth and say "well I guess a fucks out of the question then"

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]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9640366/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9640366/ Tue, 08 Aug 2006 05:32:40 PDT
whiskey taps your sinus as you lift it
and you lower it, wondering
is that lingering overwhelming or
is the afterward sour tincture an even balance
against the languid swathy bursts of vanilla

and can i drive while eating it

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9584522/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9584522/ Thu, 03 Aug 2006 05:27:42 PDT
I stand at the Impasse of Decision,
like the fjords of Finland (or Adams)
creases crack from water's sill
to still themselves at halfway marks.

Spurious they might be, but rightly
read they advertise: "CHOICE" but for how long?

And while I stand agawp, gaps echo clatter -
the click-clack thund'ring of one hundred picks,
driven and plucked by mountaineer fingers
in rhythms conceived with a decided style.

II.

I want to meet the mountaineer men
whose beard-bristles stop, not at chin cleft,
but play, like the fjords of Finland (or Coleridge),
dancing oil, spilt on a sunless sea.

Oh! what futures are these that corral
at sense-fences and gloss at passers-by.

Tell me, mountaineer men; inform me
to interpret these geldings in zig-zag.
Terraform my skull with your pick-fingers,
resettle truth in my grey magmic flows.

III.

So they did, with brutish hands, and discoursed
in so doing on the trembles of youthful grip.

And so fell fragments of thoughts remembered -
discordant, and patchy zebra-things, steeped
in slowly clearing fog and sprinklers.

Thank you hairy amalgam, thank you
for the acquiescent stares, and thank you
for redirecting thick rope, and spiked shoes,
and stairwells melted from chaotic ice.

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9540842/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/9540842/ Sun, 30 Jul 2006 07:51:41 PDT Mood: felafel

something somewhere
ate my free time

that used to be your job.

--

back? maybe, perhaps not. not sure. i never made promises either way, or did i? stab me if i did.

anyway, interesting things are afoot. i attended and competed in a poetry slam on friday night. i'm surrounded by artsy fartsy's here in canberra so i'm spending more of the free time i had reading and writing. nice. of course, i also spend much too much time out listening to bands and getting drunk.

heart.

edit: oh, somebody was recording the slam so if i get a copy, i might submit it, if you're lucky

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/8727652/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/8727652/ Wed, 10 May 2006 06:54:03 PDT Mood: Not Agreeable
Listening to: small ponds

the cashews dot com

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/8516829/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/8516829/ Wed, 19 Apr 2006 02:43:25 PDT Mood: Not Agreeable

So, I got an ADSL connection now.

I should probably get a chair as I've been kneeling at my computer for an hour.

Perhaps I will use my hours of the evening speaking to you chaps. That sounds like an interesting idea.


Hell, I even wrote a bit. Amongst the papers strewn about my room, no doubt.

Funny how you don't use your computer when you've played all the games to death, don't have the internet and your pornography collection is "limited".

Cheerio!

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/7396607/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/7396607/ Fri, 23 Dec 2005 21:23:47 PST
Hmm, figures.

Heh heh.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/7304438/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/7304438/ Tue, 13 Dec 2005 19:28:36 PST
Somewhere-shoulders are bludgeoning

muscular tension.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/7012842/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/7012842/ Thu, 10 Nov 2005 19:59:48 PST
Yea, said D,
with a devilish grin,
here lies E,
ecclesiastical, thin,
and maddened, deranged, lampooned
by M the mackerel cartoonist.
O, said N, the
nymphomaniac within,
I sold my soul
for a lucky dip ticket.

I sold my soul
for a felafel bargain.

Said I, into p, elated,
said i, C, I sold my soles
for tuna fish and
linen slippers.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6665138/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6665138/ Mon, 03 Oct 2005 02:26:44 PDT
Stuff is life? Life is stuff? Similar, dissimilar? Hrm.

I don't know.

I have a job interview tomorrow for a graduate IT position at the Australian Taxation Office. I bought a spiffy suit and everything. Personally, I'd rather rock up to the interview in neat casual as I did for the psychometric testing phase but if I were to do it, they'd more than likely dismiss me as unprofessional. However, the the thing is, being a professional has very little to do with the clothes you wear - it is mostly concerned with your conduct. I guess this is the punishment I receive for living in a visually oriented society. No doubt that had we evolved to be dependent on our hearing in the same manner as we do our sight, we would have to sound right. First cough at the interview and you'd be hurried out the door as if you had turned up to the interview wearing a transparent plastic bag and hessian gloves.

In related news, I did some more psychometric testing online today for another application. However, the company that I used for this one allowed you to see your results. It was a pleasant surprise - my critical analysis abilities exceeded 96% of their sample group. Then again, their sample group could have consisted of a kid with a crayon stuck up their nose and a chimp on amphetamines for all I know. It is interesting though. I knew I would perform above average, but I didn't expect it. I wonder what Freud would say.

Well, ahoyhoy all. 4 weeks until exam preparation break. Fun shall ensue.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6365424/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6365424/ Tue, 30 Aug 2005 01:57:01 PDT
=zebrazebrazebra and I were talking. I produced this on a whim and she convinced me to submit it. heh. i showed her. Journal!

'prayer'

God,
please smite Mrs Jackson -
she hurt my dog.

I'm a good
Christian boy.

13
and I can't
stand the wet spots
anymore.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6240175/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6240175/ Tue, 16 Aug 2005 04:16:41 PDT
slate sinks into blue,
tramples ozone and
collides
with an abject mid-afternoon moon.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6175583/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6175583/ Tue, 09 Aug 2005 05:20:13 PDT Mood: Fucking Exhilarated
Listening to: The Postal Service - Recycled Air
Watching: Serenity

So, American-folk, eggplant or aubergine?

Apparently, eggplant is the Australian bastardification for aubergine. I would liek to dispute this but have absolutely no evidence to the contrary. Hrurk! However, I do know that aubergine is the British English term.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6146482/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6146482/ Sat, 06 Aug 2005 00:39:41 PDT Mood: Fucking Exhilarated
Listening to: The Postal Service - Recycled Air
Watching: Serenity

Tickle me pink whispers, sonny, you're a tangible one, aren't you!

Fickle fish fingers run sullen from rung to rung, gasket twang.

I fellate.

A frog dog tug ate the fickle fish dish; fuck, my frog is dying a log's death.

"Say, Heath, you every eat a fly, regurgitate it, and then eat it again?"

Y'know, just for fun.

Joust along, joust along, joust along, Sally, but don't joust for too long, you stupid crack-whore.

A random ramble adage assuaged, pre-seuded Finklittle to eat polar-bear on ice, but poor Fink-lapel his suit was too decorously tight.

What a fright?! Oh shite!?

This is like a dream-vision, my head sings, and elisions b'rate me w'lly-n'lly.

I wont. I won't. I dont. I don't. I can't. I Kant.

Fucking rant.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6098646/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6098646/ Mon, 01 Aug 2005 08:22:57 PDT Mood: Fucking Exhilarated
Listening to: The Postal Service - Recycled Air
Watching: Serenity

"Chinese cowboys in space with explosions". That's how I explained Joss Whedon's cult television series Firefly and corresponding feature film Serenity and that is where I was at 9pm this very night.

For those of you who have no idea what Firefly/Serenity is, you may wish to skip this journal (although there shall be no SPOILERS, as it were), but for the benefit of those who stay, a quick summary would go as follows:

Mal is a guy who captains a shitty ship and ragtag bunch of stragglers he likes to call a crew. More importantly, chinese cowboys in space with explosions. I shit you not. Sure, Whedon deals with the subtler side of the great abyss, human relationships, etcetera, et al infinitum, but more importantly, in his own words: "Explosions".

Honestly, I watched the DVD box-set of the TV series basically in three large sessions and at the end I hungered for more. Of course, I also watched Angel from season 1; I guess you could call me a Joss Whedon fan, but honestly, I know very little about his sleeping habits, favourite colours or how he wears his underpants (front-ways-inside-out-with-cup?) except that he has written some damn fine scripts. Hell, I didn't know until today that he has writing credits for Toy Story.

Anyway, to the film, and all that. We were greeted by metal detectors, photo-phone grapplers, and United International Pictures spokespeople wielding deadly business cards of doom, but the ride from start of line (the group I went with had dedicated people who arrived early to get us front-lineage) to inside theatre was pleasant enough. Before the film, the aforementioned spokesperson delivered a speech written by Joss to us (not us in particular, you dolt, the audience in general, keep you hat on, guvnor!). Of course, Mr Whedon had written the speech in first-person and the old woman reading it made a joke accordingly (lame-o, but I laugh). Before she began speaking, a friend mentioned to me that she had asked him what the relevance of his blue gloves were (I didn't dress up, but I went with the "freak" group, by the way). "Two by two, hands of blue"; if you haven't seen the series, you wouldn't get it. I have to say UIP, this was fucking appalling; the least you could do is force your representatives to get some background information (or watch them, even, shock horror, not a DVD-player!).

I rant. The film itself was excellent, in my opinion. It's set about 6 months after the events at the end of the series (According to the handbook I received, as per norm for these sort of events), but the introductory scenes provided enough information to warm new-comers to the concepts inherent in the show and a few of it's characters. Character development throughout was solid; each of the main characters received enough screen-time to understand adequately, and in the case of the leading characters, in-depth. The plot was smooth with no discernible holes to the more astute. I will say that whether you have or have not seen the series, you may find yourself wondering about a particular character after the film finishes, but if you think a little harder about that particular characters actions and lines (this applies especially to those with the further background provided by the TV series), you'll see that the decision was neither illogical and mis-fitting. With regards to pace, you simply won't be able to take your face from the screen - it quite simply roars along in parts, but at the end you won't feel like as a result you missed anything - you'll simply feel exhilarated. There are some slower moments, but they're handled expert and mesh well with the generally tidy pace. All in all, it clocked in at just under 2 hours (although my ticket said 20 minutes! HA!), so it's not winning records for length, but then again X-men wasn't an epic, nor was Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and they were both brilliant films.

What's that? I missed something? Damn right I did. The humour factor. Anyone who has seen anything made by Whedon knows he has light-hearted moments, and there are plenty available throughout the film; and I mean throughout; start, middle, end, the lot; humour everywhere. Fans will no doubt laugh more often and harder than others, but it's to be expected as in-jokes are rife in any production.

Finally, having said that there is a lot in this film for the avid fan, I would definitely not discourage those who haven't seen the series to watch it. That is, you CAN, as someone who hasn't watched the TV series, go and see this film, and NOT be disappointed. Better yet, hire, borrow or buy the D... ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6091255/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6091255/ Sun, 31 Jul 2005 16:47:42 PDT
Damn them all to hell with their cape-talism.

Listening to: The Postal Service - Such Great Heights



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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6027956/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/6027956/ Mon, 25 Jul 2005 07:25:07 PDT Listening to: The Postal Service - Such Great Heights

I took a note from Kerouac and did away with the syllable count. I also didn't get further than half way before Gruff Nancy got on.

Rain spots me
against a gum -
gentle Winter storm.

Furled umbrella
swings man forth
in slashing arcs.

Two red sedans
intersect paths
sounding smoke signals.

Orange traffic cones,
shattered glass, and
a broken telephone booth.

One hour parking
regardless of time;
marked with chalk.

Seasonal car lots
pattern aerial vision
with conditioned pastels.

Pearl-white beast
hisses when approaches.
He left Her lights on.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/5919382/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/5919382/ Wed, 13 Jul 2005 01:18:53 PDT Watching: American Beauty

Funny word, ain't it.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/5850860/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/5850860/ Tue, 05 Jul 2005 22:22:44 PDT Watching: American Beauty

That's a lot of message centre items.

edit:

i trimmed it down to 65. i kept between 1 and 4 deviations based on name and/or preview from each of the people on my watchlist, except for one who had a seven part series i missed out on entirely.

i look forward to reading all of them and providing feedback, but, and lets be honest this is ME here, i'm not going to guarantee anyone a critique.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/5219435/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/5219435/ Fri, 29 Apr 2005 07:28:26 PDT Watching: Er. that one about the thing.

Recent ramblings I engaged in. i'll leave you to guess who said what and who is who.
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Life is like golf; it just wouldn't be the same without the t.

lol

Life is like croquet; it's a shitty little game but higher life forms seem to get some sort of thrill out of it.

We need to start a game analogy trend.

It coud work.

Then people can come up with comments for all the modern CRPGS.

hopscotch.

I remember one birthday card, I wrote a pargraph explaining how the person was like a hamburger, and that that was agood thign

Life is like hopscotch. it's not really hops, it's not really scotch.

Life is like competitive tequila drinking. *thud*

Life is like tennis; most people can't serve like the guy on TV

Life is ilke "Secret of Mana"; but not if you aren't Japanese.

Life is like "Grand Theft Auto"; and you're a pedestrian.

Life is like "World of Warcraft" exceptwhen you reach 60, you can't start again from 1.

Welll, doodliest, I shall avail you of my prescence, but leave you with this thought:
Life is like a potato; mmm, starch.

You leave me in stitches.

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i know that i will come back to dA some day because I tend to live my life in phases. so i'll be back and back with a vengeance, i just know not when

PS. to whoever told spectabillis I was dead, haha, i guess someone haxored my account

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Love to you all.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/4500226/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/4500226/ Fri, 04 Feb 2005 21:34:07 PST Mood: Undecided... no wait
Watching: Garden State

Verily, I hath renamed the day prior to this "Burnt Day Out" for it provideth me with much agony to bear upon my narrow frame. Nevertheless, let us forgo the pleasantries, for ye shall grow exhausted of them.

I arose to a morn of glorious sunshine and broke fast with Nutri Grain and milk - direct from the udder, as it were - before driving to the shoppe for the days water. A friend came forth from the midsts not shortly after and we perambulated to the stop at which public transportation stops (but not all the time).

After departing the bus, we travelled, on itching pads, to the tavern and drank ale with another friend, celebrating his 21st birthday. Mildy intoxicated, we half-stumbled half-jogged , circumventing the wearisome queue of abhorent bystanders (Ye, they shalt be cast unto Death, were it not for living!) and enntered the festival one half of the clock later, aimed pointedly toward the estbalishment operated by the Order of the Ceramic Bowl.

Thus, the day had begun, and we meaadered and gallavanted about the sultry delights and Bardic talents.

The Donnas, Eskimo Joe, Spiderbait and Dallas Crane were most enjoyable, but outperformed by the wondrous John Butler Trio which provided the first true aural delight of the day. In haste, a decision was made to abandon Grinspoon (a favourite of my own) for the vocal and synthetic beats of the Hilltop Hoods. The decision was not regretted for they played upon my soul and the gatherers were hoarse as the mane of a fine colt. Next, we were to Slipknot, a supposed visual feast, but perhaps the tales were too vivid, as they were pleasing, yet never quite astounding. Or perhaps it was the cretins lack of oneness when advised to lower themselves upon the Earth. AND YET, with Slipknot drifting away from my consciousness, the hand struck and resounded that System Of A Down were to perform. O' and he saw and it was good. Mere words are unable to express the intangible extravaganza that was System Of A Down, for they "rocked" even the most impoverished of souls and drew it upon their breast, squeezing upon their innards, until they too were jumping and orating the lyrics (Quite honestly, it was fucking insane!). Onn the other hand, Powderfinger sounded positively outlandish, and I felt of the wretching when listening to them - admonish them, O God of Sound, for their live performance was abject filth! The Beastie Boys, whom had not trundled upon my ears live before, were not yet in the spirit, when I had to depart, for business was to be conducted the following morn.

The day was long and tired, and all things did grow layrnxes and exclaimed to the heavens "O God upon high clock-tower, where shalt I book for the next cycle, and can I borrow your Steyr?!"

I do also recall that the Englishe was spake and was spake with skill on all parts.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/4347172/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/4347172/ Mon, 17 Jan 2005 21:16:36 PST Mood: Undecided... no wait
Watching: Garden State

Sort of an addendum to my recent submission regarding the tsunami. I am "Monkey ..." and the other
will remain anonymous until they choose to reveal themselves. Some of you may know who it is. An ycomplaints/violence may be forwarded to me for I spurned the conversation.

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Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
The most annoying thing about the whole tsunami is that people are more devastated because it was a natural event(although how natural we may not know) as opposed to terrorism.

Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
I think a lot of the hub-bub could be blamed on thhe fact there is no evil dictator to blame for this one.

nixonomics says:
No linchpin for the media.

Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
If anyone is to blame, it's the whole of western civilisation, for it is we who rape Earth's anus.

nixonomics says:
Maybe we were designed to rape earth's anus?

Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
IFindeed or violation in any way contributed. Perhaps we were

nixonomics says:
Besides, who says Earth keeps a clean AIDS free anus?

Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
Perhaps we're the cleanup squad

Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
Any planet considered by the superiors to be basically useless is implanted with humans.

Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
What to us takes apparently millenia is in fact a few days,or shorter

Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
We are a global delete button

Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
we are ''rm -rf /' incarnate

nixonomics says:
We are the school project that gets a B+ for good effort.

Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
we are 'format c:/'

Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
exactlly

Monkey testicles raped me in my sleep! says:
by the way, this is my new journal

nixonomics says:
Nujurnal.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/4230955/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/4230955/ Mon, 03 Jan 2005 16:23:36 PST Mood: Undecided... no wait
Watching: Garden State

As I am returning on a more regular basis (or at least making an avid attempt ), I was thinking of making a submission in the close, but not immediate future.

I realise it's quite a cliche thing to do, but I'm going to write about the current turmoil as a result of the awesome (in the original sense of the word) earthquake that occured only these past few days.

You can expect it to be of short to medium length unless I get the dreadful combination of epiphany and being really worked up about it, and I promise to surprise you. Also, been a bit rusty and stretched as of late, so it may not be brilliant; I hope you can forgive me, o watchers!

Oh, did anyone have any requests with regards to the art they have submitted during my absence?

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/4104214/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/4104214/ Sun, 02 Jan 2005 05:26:48 PST Watching: Garden State

SOme of you have noticed I've been absent of late. There are a few reasons:

1) work
2) holidays
3) i'm slowly going insane
4) look, a dog with a fluffy tail!
5) work
6) World of Warcraft
7) Look! A furbolg with a fluffy tail!
8) Work.

Anyway, I promise, as of 1st January I will be spending at least alf an hour on dA per day, at least until uni kicks back in.

Thank you all for still coming round and leaving me little notes.

Update: Deviations cleared. urlgh. sleep deprivation. must close eyes for extended period of time.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/3889124/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/3889124/ Sun, 21 Nov 2004 22:20:08 PST Watching: Garden State

I went and saw an advance screening of "Garden State" last night: my potential DVD collection is now up to two.

If you haven't seen it, I'd definitely recommend it. I went into it a little shitty because one by one my potential accompaniers had rejected the offer, but I came out glad I'd gone on my own. It was written, directed by and stars Zach Braff (most commonly known as JD from TV series "Scrubs", which also rocks my bollocks) and he was fucking impressive. Natalie Portman also features as the requisite crazy girl, and she's absolutely delightful. Oh, it was indeed a nice coupling.

"Garden State" is being marketed (here in Australia) as "this seasons Lost In Translation", and having seen both, I'd say I prefer Garden State. LiT was excellent, but in parts the humour was a little too subtle, and in GS the humour is a little surreal and often ironic (real irony, not that alanis morrissette bs) so people will end up laughing in different sections (I recall being the only person in the cinema chuckling at some of the quirks). Honestly, while they're both labelled as 'romantic comedy', I'd say they're probably closer to the Arthouse genre (although I'd prefer to just call them by their names) and even so, they're only similar in the "Life is what we make of it" theme, and basically wildly differ in both content and humour. While the subtle humour continues to come in LiT, GS handles the blend of comic and romantic nicely and sort of dips in and out of the two in ever increasing amplitude until the end of the film.

Regarding the end of the film, I won't spoil it, but I will say, that I found myself surprised. The ending I envisioned only one scene before the final scene, was actually entirely wrong, and the ending in itself, while slightly cliche, is excellent simply because it is both an unexpected cliche and the quality of the acting. The last lines, as spoke by Braff, were devastating in effectiveness and emotionally. I left the cinema thinking about them and I didn't actually start tearing until I started walking down the stairs out of the cinema complex.

Just an excellent film that has you leaving both inspired and warm, mentally and physically.

OH, and the soundtrack was fucking brilliant. Don't buy it on CD or I'll kill you because you don't deserve to listen to the music wthout the film, and vice versa.

Two word summary: Surreal Romaticism.

For those of you interested in a quick synopsis, info and some other opinions, click [link] and [link]

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/3748449/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/3748449/ Tue, 09 Nov 2004 03:32:27 PST Mood: Fuck you!
Listening to: Grinspoon - Lost Control
Reading: The Bourne Supremacy - Robert Ludlum

Transmission loss too high my arse! GAH!

No broadband for me.

Update: Having resubmitted a request at a lower speed, I may be getting ADSL after all. However, the DSLAM is apparently full to the hilt at the moment

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/3739304/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/3739304/ Wed, 03 Nov 2004 03:57:17 PST Mood: Booyah!
Listening to: Grinspoon - Lost Control
Reading: The Bourne Supremacy - Robert Ludlum

( My nanna doesn't have the original I might have to use my library card again. Mind you, I still have five other books to read at the moment )

I'm scrapifying previous journal entries of a poetic or prosaic (herher) nature. OK?!

(man, that emoticon is fucking pretentious.)

Edit: All done Oh, wait. There is this other entry for DC's structured poetry forum thingy. I'll put that up and then I'll be done.

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Do you like potatoes? Yes, I do! No, I do not! ]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/3706857/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/3706857/ Sat, 30 Oct 2004 07:34:07 PDT Mood: hap-hap-happy

I've decided to dedicate an entire day next year to being mute. I'm hoping it will be sponsored, and thus justified to "society", and I'll donate any moeny to The Royal Society for Deafness (or something, I'm not entirely sure what it's called).

I'll be contacting them myself next week and I'll probably contact some newspapers and my university Orientation week coordinators in the hope they'll let me use a table there.

If anyone has any suggestions for anything else I could do in preparation for extra coverage or maybe how to go about contacting newspapers and such, I'd be happy to listen.

Cheers people.

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Watching: Lost In Translation

That's right children, you too can learn math!

1. Equivalence:

Me + Paintball = Bruises + Fun

2. Binary Operations:

1 bruises + 1 bruises = 2 bruises
200 paintballs - 100 paintballs = 100 paintballs

3. Abbreviations and Notation:

Isolan: Isolation - never good when you've run out of ammo.

BONUS STEP (TO BECOMING A GEEK):

4. Whenever the referee whistles the end of the game, jump up and down while keeping your knees bent and yelling "gg, guys. gg!"

]]> ~psychodrive http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/3536808/ http://psychodrive.deviantart.com/journal/3536808/ Thu, 07 Oct 2004 17:59:56 PDT ie add ale

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Well, sort of. I better get the cliche out of the way: I had a dream.

Down to business. The idea is for a prose piece and possibly the first "serious" prose piece I will write. Of course, the idea of extending it to a novel has tripped upon my psyche, but I hesitate, only because I wonder whether the material exists to accomplish this feat. I will have to ponder it further.

The prose would be centred about a single continent, cut down a very ragged middle into two city-states (I'm not entirely sure of the geography quite at the moment) and an individual who we will call "Joe", living in the "Red" country, as opposed to the "Blue" country (Yes, I know, I want to change these too).

The "Red" country is a sort of utopia, brimming with vitality, and such. I envision (and this is not the dream, because I only have a very vague recollection now) food parcels delivered to doorsteps of suburbs of identical houses, each containing a mother, a father and their 2.3 dear children. They arise in the morning, awoke (can somebody list the conjugations of 'wake' for me) by the yip of their terriers and the yap of their schnausers. Other residents of the "Red" country live in a huge multiplex of sorts. A massive communal building for those who are without a family. This is where Joe lives.

At some point, probably about Chapter 3 or 4 in the novel, Joe is shunned by his peers, as a result of his gene-selfishness, and he decides to cross the "border".

The "Blue" country is, quite simply, rife - not with anything in particular, just rife in general. Upon crossing into the "Blue" country, Joe is appropriated by some heavy-duty guards and delivered to "The Leader" (Non-cliche, suitably malificent name coming soon!) who, when realising that Joe isn't covert, gives him a card and sends him on his way. Joe is thus thrust into a world where 50% of a persons time is spent standing in a food queue (1 food queue for the entire population, its a fucking long queue). According to tradition Joe would have to befriend someone but fuck tradition, he doesn't and won't. Living in this very grim dictatorship, Joe is affronted by the guards often, for something or the other (to be decided, it obviously involves breaking "laws").

Something something something something.

Joe is thrown in the gaol and breaks out. Apparently Joe can bend steel. I don't know if this can work in the novel, but I think it will, though I'm not sure how to integrate this ability because Joe is the only person who knows. Not even the "Redders" knew.

So, yeah, tell me what you think. I need your opinions, my faithful life-companions. I asked my dog, but she just snorted at me and continued chewing on flies.

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