Tuesday, January 29, 2002

A list:

  • cool mint

  • fresh mint

  • peppermint

  • smooth mint

  • icy mint

  • winter mint

  • clean mint

  • original mint

  • spearmint

  • soft mint

  • arctic mint

  • midnight mint

  • cinnamint

Monday, January 28, 2002

"Any day you're breathing, you still have a chance."
"We have seen that the tendency to justify our past behavior can lead us into an escalation of rationalizations that can be disastrous. The irony, of course, is that, in order to avoid thinking of ourselves as stupid or immoral, we set the stage for increasing our acts of stupidity or immorality. Is there any antidote to the rationalization trap? Although it is clear that most of us will go to great length to justify our actions, it is clear that, if that is all we did, we would never learn from our experience; human beings cannot live by consonance alone."

Okay, so isn't this one of those times where my brain is meant to come up with some goddamn rationalization? 'Cause it had damn well better hurry up about that shit. I'm feeling pretty stupid and immoral. And I think I'd do fairly well with some consonance.

There are so many things that I would change right now.

Saturday, January 26, 2002

Acronym Finder
Jargon File Resources
Cyberspace is a Parallel World: A Metaphor Analysis
Wayne Magnuson: English Idioms
The Idiom Connection
ClicheSite.com
Cliche Finder
The Liquor Control Board of Ontario: "Your Source for Entertaining Ideas"

Nice slogan.
And quite accurate.
Alcohol has been the source of many entertaining ideas.
Not necessarily good ones...
How About Another Last Name?

Apparently the Institute for Naming Children Humanely finds my middle name unacceptable. Not only is it unisex, it was also originally a last name. Peh. This is the case with all middle names of the children in my family. Taylor, Martin, Wilds, Gregory. They all work except for one. Wilds is a bit of an odd middle name, wouldn't you say... It's alright, my sister is odd, so it fits.

They don't like my first name at the site, either. The nickname "Candy" is just asking for it, they say. Well, I can't totally disagree with that, but, well... boo to you. I'm all set if I want to become a porn star...

Thursday, January 24, 2002

"More than ever, college is preventing me from creating anything I care about."
-- Adam Mathes

It's so true...
Guh?

Checked my bank account as a daily exercise in futility, and...

There's money there?

OSAP paid me.
Hell has frozen over.

They still owe me two payments, but...
I am told that there is a cheque in the mail for one of them.

As for the other,
well, they've got a new system this year.
They don't know how to pay me.

Ooh, ooh! But I have a refund for my tuition that was overypaid because OSAP and scholarship both got deposited to that account.
And that should be here next week as well.

Candice dances now.

Wednesday, January 23, 2002

this is not the first time i have typed and posted this here
and it will most likely not be the last

...

the sun did not shine
it was too wet to play
so we sat in the house
all that cold cold wet day

i sat there with sally
we sat there we two
and i said
how i wish we had something to do

too wet to go out
and too cold to play ball
so we sat in the house
we did nothing at all

and all we could do was just
sit sit sit sit
and we did not like it
not one little bit

then something went bump
how that bump made us jump
we looked and we saw him
step in on the mat

we looked and we saw him
the cat in the hat
and he said to us
why do you sit there like that

i know it is wet
and the sun is not sunny
but we can have lots of
good fun that is funny

i know some good games
we can play said the cat
i know some new tricks
said the cat in the hat

a lot of good tricks
i will show them to you
your mother will not mind
at all if i do

and sally and i
did not know what to say
our mother was out of the house
for the day

but our fish said
no no make that cat go away
tell that cat in the hat
you do not want to play

he should not be here
he should not be about
he should not be here
while your mother is out

now now have no fear
have no fear said the cat
my tricks are not bad
said the cat in the hat

why we can have lots of
good fun if you wish
with a game that i call
up up up with a fish

put me down said the fish
this is no fun at all
put me down said the fish
i do not wish to fall

have no fear said the cat
i will not let you fall
i will hold you up high
as i stand on a ball

with a book in one hand
and a cup on my hat
but that is not all i can do
said the cat

look at me look at me now
said the cat
with a cup and a cake
on the top of my hat

i can hold up two books
i can hold up the fish
and a little toy ship
and some milk on a dish

and look i can hop
up and down on the ball
but that is not all
oh no that is not all

look at me look at me
look at me now
it is fun to have fun
but you have to know how

i can hold up the cup
and the milk and the cake
i can hold up these books
and the fish on a rake

i can hold the toy ship
and a little toy man
and look with my tail
i can hold a red fan

i can fan with the fan
as i hop on the ball
but that is not all
oh no that is not all

that is what the cat said
then he fell on his head
he came down with a bump from up there on the ball
and sally and i we saw all the things fall

and our fish came down too
he fell into a pot
and he said do i like this
oh no i do not

this is not a good game
said our fish as he lit
oh i do not like it
not one little bit

now look what you did
said the fish to the cat
now look at this house
look at this look at that

you sunk our toy ship
sank it deep in the cake
you shook up our house
and you bent our new rake

you should not be here
when our mother is no
you get out of this house
said the fish in the pot

but i like to be here
oh i like it a lot
said the cat in the hat
to the fish in the pot

i do not wish to leave
i do not wish to go
and so said the cat in the hat
so so so...
i will show you another
good trick that i know

and then he ran out
and then fast as a fox
the cat in the hat
came back in with a box

a big red wood box
it was shut with a hook
now look at this trick
said the cat take a look

then he got up on top
with a tip of his hat
i call this game
fun in a box said the cat

in this box are two things
i will show to you now
you will like these two things
said the cat with a box

i will pick up the hook
you will see something new
two things and i call them
thing one and thing two

these things will not bite you
they want to have fun
then out of the box
came thing two and thing one

and they ran to us fast
they said how do you do
would you like to shake hands
with thing one and thing two

and sally and i
did not know what to do
so we had to shake hands
with thing one and thing two

we shook their two hands
but our fish said no no
those things should not be
in this house make them go

they should not be here
they should not be about
they should not be here
while your mother is out

have no fear little fish
said the cat in the hat
these things are good things
and he gave them a pat

they are tame oh so tame
they have come here to play
they will show you some fun
on this cold cold wet day

now here is a game
that they like said the cat
they like to fly kites
said the cat in the hat

no not in the house
said the fish in the pot
they should not fly kites
in a house they should not

oh the things they will bump
oh the things they will hit
oh i do not like it
not one little bit

then we saw those two things
fly their kites down the hall
bump thump thump bump
down the wall in the hall

thing one and thing two
they ran up they ran down
on the string of one kite
we saw mother's new gown

the gown with the spots
that are pink white and red
we saw one kite bump
on the head of her bed

then those things ran about
with big bumps thumps and kicks
and with hops and big jumps
and all kinds of bad tricks

and i said i do not like
the way that they play
if our mother could see this
oh what would she say

then our fish said look look
then our fish shook with fear
your mother is on her way home
do you hear

oh what will she do to us
what will she say
oh she will not like it
to find us this way

so as fast as you can
think of something to do
you will have to get rid
of thing one and thing two

so as fast as i could
i went after my net
and i said with my net i can get them i bet
i bet with my net i can get those things yet

then i let down my net
it came down with a plop
then i had them at last
those two things had to stop

and i said to the cat
now you do as i say
you pack up those things
and you take them away

oh dear said the cat
you did not like my game
oh dear what a shame what a
shame what a shame

and he packed up the things
in the box with the hook
then the cat went away
with a sad kind of look

that is good said the fish
he has gone away yes
but your mother will come
she will find this big mess

and this mess is so big
and so deep and so tall
we cannot pick it up
there is no way at all

and then who was back
in the house why the cat
have no fear of this mess
said the cat in the hat

i always pick up all my
playthings and so
i will show you another
good trick that i know

then we saw him pick up
all the things that were down
he picked up the cake
and the rake and the gown

and the milk and the strings
and the books and the dish
and the fan and the cup
and the ship and the fish

then he put them away
and he said that is that
and then he was gone
with a tip of his hat

then our mother came in
and she said to us two
did you have any fun
tell me what did you do

and sally and i
did not know what to say
should we tell her the things
that went on there that day

should we tell her about it
now what should we do
well what would you do
if your mother asked you?

...

candice goes home now.
i don't know about any of you
(who?)

but when i'm tired
the sound of a room teeming with the sound of computer fans...
kind of makes me feel hm
really ill

moreso than i would have
had it been only the no-sleep plus no-food factors

these are the kind of computers that say
fooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

better than the kind that say
whiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

certainly better than the kind that say
ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
or
eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeezzzzzzzzzztt!

but they're making my head pound nonetheless

want to go hoooooooooome

want to go home and eat

and sleep

forever

yes

i will so not be in class tomorrow

friday...
well...

i'll think about it

whenever i feel like thinking again

not soon

feel like i'm in a coma

going to sit here for three hours
and edit out backgrounds from photos
whee fun
i love this class

erasertool
erasertool
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being forced to do this makes it oh so much more painful

i actually might do such a thing for fun
that's how sick i am

but this is death

foreground, midground, background

d'oh

my image contains er... one of these

but which one!?

i'm going to sit here and contemplate this for awhile

good excuse to stare into space

as if i need one

yawn

yawn

yawn

yawn yawn yawn yawn

well... one hour wasted, two more to go.

here is where i would generally commence with total mindlessness, i.e. typing out the intro to the hhgttg, but...

hell, i want to turn the brain off completely

this keyboard is pretty quiet, i bet no one would notice if i bashed my head on it for a while

maybe if i beat the mouse senseless it'll create some neat effects in photoshop?

there is not a drop of creativity in me right now

litres
gallons

entire oceans worth of complaining i have left to go...
whee. so h14me.yi.org now seems to have been hacked.

I hate everything.

my webpage will never work properly again...

Thursday, January 17, 2002

Gigantic Nipple: yo yo yo, wussup nigga?

Gigantic Nipple: im a gigantic nipple! werd up

Gigantic Nipple: im caused my a mutha fuckin mammary
gland disorder! sup wit dat yo


Gigantic Nipple: you hearin me homie?

Gigantic Nipple: pfff
I guess that it is technically possible to update this.

But the page is broken and I don't want people looking at it.

So get lost.

Saturday, January 12, 2002

Color of the universe "If the universe has a distinctive color, it would be a shade of bluish green, astronomers announced Thursday."

Friday, January 11, 2002

Thursday, January 10, 2002

Kay... I can't find a link for this story I'm watching on the news, but... eh. No matter.

One of those Northern communities with only one store is all concerned because... that store burnt down. And now they have no place to get supplies.

But wait.

How did the store get those supplies...

Can I suggest that they... get some more?

I mean, that's what the store had to do all the time, anyway. It was just a big box to keep everything in. Their food wasn't being produced there...

And oh no, the post office burnt down. Now where will they get their mail?

Er...?

Drop it off somewhere else...

Sure, the situation might suck for a day or two...

But gak! I don't see how it's such a big deal.

And really... they flew in reporters...

Couldn't the reporters have brought them some sammmiches or something?

Wednesday, January 09, 2002

What I'm doing right now instead of redesigning my Image Arts website:

[ Colourful Something-or-Other ]

I cannot design webpages in Photoshop.
This happens every time.

Tuesday, January 08, 2002

Dave Thomas Founder of Wendy's may be dead, but Dave Thomas Founder of Wendy's on a Stick lives on.

[ Dave Thomas Founder of Wendy's on a Stick ]
It's a bit later now, isn't it.

I guess I kind of fell asleep.

Gak.

I hate everything.
Storyboards suck my would-be balls.

I was all set to draw me some stick figures, cause a storyboard doesn't have to be any better than that, as long as it makes sense, but...

Now I've had this "visually engaging" nonsense thrown at me, and I'm screwed.

Stick figures, you see
badly drawn stick figures, especially
are not visually engaging.

So I took a nap until 2am.
Wasted three more hours.
And here I am.

Wasting more time.

Lalala.
I'm not going to link to the new iMac.
'Cause it's ugly.
So there.
Ridiculous Americans and their non-usage of vinegar... Vinegar is filed under "other" at The Condiment Museum. With the likes of mint sauce, tartar sauce, and sushi ginger. But of course, there's an entire mayo section... (via Virulent Memes)

Monday, January 07, 2002

Was bored.

Stuck camera directly in face.

Still bored.













Humbug.
pff
bored bored bored bored bored bored bored


bored bored bored

website broken again

bah
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Sunday, January 06, 2002

Iain is taking over art history full time. There is a god. Marta is taking time off to write books. Yeah. Good luck with that. "The Chairness of the Chair - Plato for the Masochist" by Marta Braun.

Saturday, January 05, 2002

Beware the letter A

Look. The triangle is a pretty basic shape. Just because you may run into an acute angle every now and then is not proof of the conspiracy.

(Main page of the site)
gaakkkkk
I'm going to go break things.
To make up for my broken website.
Okay, so I'm dyslexic.

Boo to you all.

But I find it disturbing that people are actually checking out my details in the sidebar.

I don't know where 10.5 in Jupiter years came from. Because I do in fact know how to divide. In theory.

I mean, I'm supposed to be advanced in math.

I just don't know where to put decimal places.

And I just can't tell a 2 from a 5.

Meh.

Friday, January 04, 2002

i'm posting this now only as an exercise in futility.

it more than likely isn't going to work.

my website has issues.

shell commands haven't been working properly all day.

telnet is still down.

ftp cannot possibly work.

i am in a bad mood.

this is 100% irrelevant to 99.99999999% percent of people.
it will not affect you.

however, it means that i'm sitting at home posting this now instead of sitting in someone else's basement.

i kinda wish i'd decided to go sit in someone else's basement.

but ah well. i didn't particularly feel like moving at the time.

i'm going to sit here and eat some more sugar.

if chocolate doesn't make me happy, well.

i'll just have to eat more of it, goddamn it.

i'm almost bored enough to do homework.

it's not bad homework.

it's webdesign homework.

but i do not feel at all creative.

ack, well. perhaps this would be beneficial.

i had written in my project statement that my redesign was to be 100% devoid of all creativity.

well, i didn't put it like that.

i used some fancy words that meant the same thing.

i think i'll make sure to have a black and white colour scheme, with no graphics, and courier font.

hell, i think i'll design it in ascii.

and there will certainly not be any javascript or fancy rollover effects.

i'm feeling fairly underwhelmed by some of my classes.

tools and applications makes me want to design purely in html 1.0

or perhaps txt files.

i've never responded well to being taught.

give me information, but do not give me opinions.
i can find subjectivity elsewhere.

facts, not bullshit, puhleazzzze.

i don't like this school thing.

give me a book.

Tuesday, January 01, 2002

Phew. My website is alive.

And so am I.

I got back home from Indiana yesterday evening.

A little bit later than I'd expected...

And I have never never never never been away from my computer for so long in my life.

But it was good times.

Despite the fact that I am now and will continue for a long long time to be leaking brain from my ears.