Saturday, January 26, 2002
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...
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...
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...
-- 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.
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.
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
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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...
(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
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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...
I hate everything.
my webpage will never work properly again...
Thursday, January 17, 2002
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?
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
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Tuesday, January 08, 2002
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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 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.
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
Sunday, January 06, 2002
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)
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)
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.
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.
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.
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.
Thursday, December 13, 2001
Wednesday, December 12, 2001
Tuesday, December 11, 2001
How can I make lemonade with no lemons?
I'm not sure why this line seems so great to me.
It just is.
I'm not sure why this line seems so great to me.
It just is.
Guess who's on hold again...
But this time with a supervisor. I have his direct extension now.
This doesn't seem to help me.
But apparently there are more forms I have to fill out that I've never heard of before this. That were supposed to have been faxed to my bank.
Well. One of them. The other one isn't there yet...
This person is actually being helpful. Kind of. Amazing.
But my problem is not solved yet. Oh no, there is still the bank to deal with.
And now, my mother is on the phone!
But this time with a supervisor. I have his direct extension now.
This doesn't seem to help me.
But apparently there are more forms I have to fill out that I've never heard of before this. That were supposed to have been faxed to my bank.
Well. One of them. The other one isn't there yet...
This person is actually being helpful. Kind of. Amazing.
But my problem is not solved yet. Oh no, there is still the bank to deal with.
And now, my mother is on the phone!
Grow tired of personality tests?
Somehow I highly doubt that.
I don't remember a time when these things weren't passed around.
Wasn't so common because it wasn't so convenient, so maybe the overload will make us all sick of them, but... I'm not so sure.
Even those that claim to be sick of them continue to post their results.
Like me.
Hm, this whole thing makes me want to go take some tests and report back.
Odd, that.
Candy, Candy, quite contrary.
Somehow I highly doubt that.
I don't remember a time when these things weren't passed around.
Wasn't so common because it wasn't so convenient, so maybe the overload will make us all sick of them, but... I'm not so sure.
Even those that claim to be sick of them continue to post their results.
Like me.
Hm, this whole thing makes me want to go take some tests and report back.
Odd, that.
Candy, Candy, quite contrary.
Okay, I've figured out the WebDAV BS. And duplicated the damn requests to some extent from my own computer... Some dirty Web Folders thing, it seems. Well, not Web Folders, but... same deal. Maybe I'm a shortcut. So I suppose I'll ignore these from now on. Anyway, I've found that knowing that they are running this, and knowing their network name is some sort of vulnerability that I'd probably be able to exploit if I was into that sort of thing. They should be more careful. These aren't smart users. I wish I'd known ahead of time about the computer I just found that's sharing My Documents with some nice Philosophy 101 papers in it... Haha. Um. No. I'm not like that. I still haven't even tried printing anything on any of these shared printers I have access to... But yeah, that's only because I wouldn't be around to witness the results.
Hm, as far as I can tell these OPTIONS method requests that I'm getting are coming from users trying to access my shared files over the network. Why this should cause anything to be sent to port 80, I do not know. And it doesn't happen all the time. So I ask again, what is Microsoft-WebDAV-MiniRedir/5.1.2600?
Pigpen has solved my "view source" issue, for which I am most grateful.
The secret is to empty out the temporary internet files folder.
I shall repay by...
Stealing source code?
The secret is to empty out the temporary internet files folder.
I shall repay by...
Stealing source code?
Monday, December 10, 2001
How is this:
any better than a personality test.
Bah.
Just as ridiculous, if you ask me.
You know, who gives a shit about the damn personality tests.
Doesn't really matter. They're kinda dumb, but so what.
If people want to post nothing but that nonsense, good for them.
Nobody's forcing anyone else to look at it.
Here's something better:
![[ Dont't Panic ]](dont.gif)
It's good advice.
Calm down. Callllmmmm dowwwwnnn....
any better than a personality test.
Bah.
Just as ridiculous, if you ask me.
You know, who gives a shit about the damn personality tests.
Doesn't really matter. They're kinda dumb, but so what.
If people want to post nothing but that nonsense, good for them.
Nobody's forcing anyone else to look at it.
Here's something better:
It's good advice.
Calm down. Callllmmmm dowwwwnnn....
Okay... so I've left a message with this (probably imaginary) person, to call me back, which will hopefully be DONE this time.
How many times have they told me that someone will call me back?
Well, I can't count that high.
How many times has somebody actually done it?
zero.
And now I can't go get food, because I know that if I do, my call will this time be returned ASAP.
I am seriously moving to Ganymede.
When I am Empress, banks will be outlawed.
How many times have they told me that someone will call me back?
Well, I can't count that high.
How many times has somebody actually done it?
zero.
And now I can't go get food, because I know that if I do, my call will this time be returned ASAP.
I am seriously moving to Ganymede.
When I am Empress, banks will be outlawed.
I was wondering whatever happened to the blogs I used to link to, before I fell off of the face of the Earth, and took Coca-Coma with me...
So I went on a mission to find out.
Apathy has moved from Pitas to Electrobacon, and from tables to CSS. Not much to look at presently. On vacation or some such deal...
Ben-O is still there, no posts since October 22nd.
blueblog disappeared one Monday in February. Now there is this instead.
Bluishorange is being updated, and is even prettier than it used to be, and I remember it being fairly pretty, mind you.
http://prolix.pitas.com/ (I was never sure of the title of this site!) is still around, and still all full of extreme cleverness.
"Digital Swirlee is being rebuilt". There is now Digital Catharsis. Who are all of these people. I am lost!
Eleven Seconds has quite possibly fallen off of the face of the Earth.
fcuker has been "gone for a while."
hornbuckle.org is no longer "I Wanna Visit Japan", but it's still green, and still has many many words, that I must admit, I will put off reading until later, because I'm moving on to:
mark, my words. I don't remember this site. But I think it's odd that I've already seen several posts, like this one, on these sites commenting on their histories. There's a page here still in development called redesign fun. Maybe later that will clue me in to what I'm looking at.
Mood Swings is another page I can't remember, but I can see why I visited frequently. Lots of nifty links to be found, it seems.
I remember Nerd in Suit... See, this is why you should leave your design alone. Nice word in favor of blogger here.
Ooine seems to be gone,
but ratbastard.org is going strong.
Unlike Squirrely, which is sad, I was rather fond that one.
Webloglog died in August, shortly after my site went under. But there still exists a reference to me in the archives.
I'm sure most people are aware that Weblog Wannabe hasn't disappeared, but http://freespeech.org/matahari/weblog.html no longer exists.
And finally Wetlog, no longer Wetlog, is causing me a considerable amount of confusion. Some sort of continuing story going on, and other things that I fail to catch onto easily in my current state of brainlesssnesssss...
...
So now... I seek new links.
I'm way out of the loop.
There were far fewer blogs to wade through back in those days!
Now I'm just totally confuzzled and bewildered by it all.
So I went on a mission to find out.
Apathy has moved from Pitas to Electrobacon, and from tables to CSS. Not much to look at presently. On vacation or some such deal...
Ben-O is still there, no posts since October 22nd.
blueblog disappeared one Monday in February. Now there is this instead.
Bluishorange is being updated, and is even prettier than it used to be, and I remember it being fairly pretty, mind you.
http://prolix.pitas.com/ (I was never sure of the title of this site!) is still around, and still all full of extreme cleverness.
"Digital Swirlee is being rebuilt". There is now Digital Catharsis. Who are all of these people. I am lost!
Eleven Seconds has quite possibly fallen off of the face of the Earth.
fcuker has been "gone for a while."
hornbuckle.org is no longer "I Wanna Visit Japan", but it's still green, and still has many many words, that I must admit, I will put off reading until later, because I'm moving on to:
mark, my words. I don't remember this site. But I think it's odd that I've already seen several posts, like this one, on these sites commenting on their histories. There's a page here still in development called redesign fun. Maybe later that will clue me in to what I'm looking at.
Mood Swings is another page I can't remember, but I can see why I visited frequently. Lots of nifty links to be found, it seems.
I remember Nerd in Suit... See, this is why you should leave your design alone. Nice word in favor of blogger here.
Ooine seems to be gone,
but ratbastard.org is going strong.
Unlike Squirrely, which is sad, I was rather fond that one.
Webloglog died in August, shortly after my site went under. But there still exists a reference to me in the archives.
I'm sure most people are aware that Weblog Wannabe hasn't disappeared, but http://freespeech.org/matahari/weblog.html no longer exists.
And finally Wetlog, no longer Wetlog, is causing me a considerable amount of confusion. Some sort of continuing story going on, and other things that I fail to catch onto easily in my current state of brainlesssnesssss...
...
So now... I seek new links.
I'm way out of the loop.
There were far fewer blogs to wade through back in those days!
Now I'm just totally confuzzled and bewildered by it all.
Sunday, December 09, 2001
Bah, why bother with that Online Morse Code Translator that everyone is linking to...
I've have a program on my computer for a while called Ham University (designed to help one to pass FCC exams), and as a result, I know, er... approximately half of the alphabet. It got boring after a while, I guess.
But wouldn't it be cool to be able to say that I know morse code...
I mean, it doesn't have any real purpose, but still.
I've have a program on my computer for a while called Ham University (designed to help one to pass FCC exams), and as a result, I know, er... approximately half of the alphabet. It got boring after a while, I guess.
But wouldn't it be cool to be able to say that I know morse code...
I mean, it doesn't have any real purpose, but still.
Explorers View 'Lost City' Ruins Under Caribbean
Possibly a large urban centre.
Up to 6000 years old.
Hmmm... interesting.
But they've found "stone structures" underwater before, that have turned out to be natural formations...
Other links I dug up with reference to this discovery: Underwater City Reported Off Western Cuba (May 18), Update on Mysterious Deep Water Sonar Images Off Western Cuba (June 13), Atlantis: Where is the Lost Continent?, 'Lost City' Found off Cuba
(Yahoo link via Invisible Broadcast System)
Possibly a large urban centre.
Up to 6000 years old.
Hmmm... interesting.
But they've found "stone structures" underwater before, that have turned out to be natural formations...
Other links I dug up with reference to this discovery: Underwater City Reported Off Western Cuba (May 18), Update on Mysterious Deep Water Sonar Images Off Western Cuba (June 13), Atlantis: Where is the Lost Continent?, 'Lost City' Found off Cuba
(Yahoo link via Invisible Broadcast System)
Why you should not show your picture to people online:
"WOW your fuckin HOT!!! are you wild, do you finger yourself, how much do you shave off your puss, how old are you, do you have a bf, what do your panties look like right know, please answer all of them and ask me some too!!;)"
Egad! This person has had a wee bit too much sugar...
"WOW your fuckin HOT!!! are you wild, do you finger yourself, how much do you shave off your puss, how old are you, do you have a bf, what do your panties look like right know, please answer all of them and ask me some too!!;)"
Egad! This person has had a wee bit too much sugar...
Okay last post on my design for a long while.
Fixed the page to validate as HTML 4.01 transitional now, but...
Well it doesn't, because the validator is too dumb to know that the &-symbols it's getting all tripped up about are contained in URLs.
But the page conforms to the standard nonetheless, oh yes.
And the validator has no problem whatsoever with my CSS.
And I think I'm going to keep track of these dot-line blogs now.
Cause I've seen about eleventy-seven in the last 15 minutes.
Fixed the page to validate as HTML 4.01 transitional now, but...
Well it doesn't, because the validator is too dumb to know that the &-symbols it's getting all tripped up about are contained in URLs.
But the page conforms to the standard nonetheless, oh yes.
And the validator has no problem whatsoever with my CSS.
And I think I'm going to keep track of these dot-line blogs now.
Cause I've seen about eleventy-seven in the last 15 minutes.
Maybe my only solution is to allow my blog to degrade to the point that it becomes a farce.
This is where I start linking to A-List blogs.
In hopes that they'll post a "so-and-so linked to me" post.
(Who named them A-List to begin with? Bah.
I think that things on an A-List ought to start with the letter A.
This puts me on the R-List.
You know, I used to be working my way into the B-List.
I was just leaving the C-List when I realized...
THE INTERNET IS RETARDED)
And become obsessed with my webcam.
And post links via x, via y, via z.
(Pointless, because dammit, when I see that, I don't read your damn log anymore, I become a reader of z. Do you see?)
And...
grr
This has all been said before.
By...
well...
I've said this all before.
I ought to be destroyed.
This is where I start linking to A-List blogs.
In hopes that they'll post a "so-and-so linked to me" post.
(Who named them A-List to begin with? Bah.
I think that things on an A-List ought to start with the letter A.
This puts me on the R-List.
You know, I used to be working my way into the B-List.
I was just leaving the C-List when I realized...
THE INTERNET IS RETARDED)
And become obsessed with my webcam.
And post links via x, via y, via z.
(Pointless, because dammit, when I see that, I don't read your damn log anymore, I become a reader of z. Do you see?)
And...
grr
This has all been said before.
By...
well...
I've said this all before.
I ought to be destroyed.
I feel dirty for posting my results to that damn art test down there.
I'll be glad when it's pushed off of the screen.
I feel dirty just for mentioning it again.
I feel dirty for adding the whole sidebar doohickey.
Must make it worse, or better.
One or the other, but it cannot remain as it is.
I'm also not sure I like this design, and...
I feel dirty for mentioning that, too!
These are things I hate to read in other people's weblogs.
That make me not come back!
Hate reading posts like:
"I added a new post to my weblog today. I think I might add a new post after I'm done adding this new post, too. But I'm a bit busy today, I've got to redesign my website, because I'm not sure I like this design. What do you think?
[ 2 BlogBack comments from people who actually click on those comment links, saying that they very much like the design, as if the design somehow affects everyone's life. Drastically. ]"
and
"My internet isn't working today, so I came down to this internet cafe to post and tell you that my internet isn't working today and that I came down to this internet cafe. But I'm paying for this, so I don't have time to tell you anything other than that I don't have time to tell you anything."
and
"I'm posting from RadioShack. Hello. I have to go now."
and
"I think I post too much stupid crap. Do you think I post too much stupid crap (see poll in sidebar). So here is a stupid crappy post that amounts to more stupid crap that I'm posting to tell you that I think there is a remote possibility that I post too much stupid crap, because there is no escape from stupid crap, and once the stupid crap has begun, there shall be no end, for it is the curse of the stupid crap."
...
I'm hoping I don't have the curse.
But I realize one thing.
Most people posting inane rubbish that I don't want to read aren't aware of their inanity (do you know, that's actually a word... I just looked it up, WHO CARES, WHOOOO CARES?!?!?).
Do people like to read this BS? Methinks that they do. Bah.
Well at least I know that my nonsense is nonsense.
And there are certain people who keep coming back to this site
and I don't even pay them!
Imagine that.
(What the hell am I talking about here... if this is what I'm like when I have nothing to worry about, and I've gotten enough sleep, maybe somebody should give me something to worry about. Or at least something more amusing to complain about. Like the fact that there's still a smashed egg on my window that I have no power to remove, have I told you all about that? That's a story for another day. Or possibly today. Gosh, I thought I'd quit this horrible getting sidetracked from saying nothing by saying more nothing within parantheses problem. My brain hurts.)
Why would anybody do that?
(See, while reading the big parentheses section, you forgot what I was talking about, didn't you.)
Yeah, why would they.
Obviously insane.
I don't rant to be read.
I rant cause I like it.
So there.
I have more where this came from.
Oh, so much more...
I'll be glad when it's pushed off of the screen.
I feel dirty just for mentioning it again.
I feel dirty for adding the whole sidebar doohickey.
Must make it worse, or better.
One or the other, but it cannot remain as it is.
I'm also not sure I like this design, and...
I feel dirty for mentioning that, too!
These are things I hate to read in other people's weblogs.
That make me not come back!
Hate reading posts like:
"I added a new post to my weblog today. I think I might add a new post after I'm done adding this new post, too. But I'm a bit busy today, I've got to redesign my website, because I'm not sure I like this design. What do you think?
[ 2 BlogBack comments from people who actually click on those comment links, saying that they very much like the design, as if the design somehow affects everyone's life. Drastically. ]"
and
"My internet isn't working today, so I came down to this internet cafe to post and tell you that my internet isn't working today and that I came down to this internet cafe. But I'm paying for this, so I don't have time to tell you anything other than that I don't have time to tell you anything."
and
"I'm posting from RadioShack. Hello. I have to go now."
and
"I think I post too much stupid crap. Do you think I post too much stupid crap (see poll in sidebar). So here is a stupid crappy post that amounts to more stupid crap that I'm posting to tell you that I think there is a remote possibility that I post too much stupid crap, because there is no escape from stupid crap, and once the stupid crap has begun, there shall be no end, for it is the curse of the stupid crap."
...
I'm hoping I don't have the curse.
But I realize one thing.
Most people posting inane rubbish that I don't want to read aren't aware of their inanity (do you know, that's actually a word... I just looked it up, WHO CARES, WHOOOO CARES?!?!?).
Do people like to read this BS? Methinks that they do. Bah.
Well at least I know that my nonsense is nonsense.
And there are certain people who keep coming back to this site
and I don't even pay them!
Imagine that.
(What the hell am I talking about here... if this is what I'm like when I have nothing to worry about, and I've gotten enough sleep, maybe somebody should give me something to worry about. Or at least something more amusing to complain about. Like the fact that there's still a smashed egg on my window that I have no power to remove, have I told you all about that? That's a story for another day. Or possibly today. Gosh, I thought I'd quit this horrible getting sidetracked from saying nothing by saying more nothing within parantheses problem. My brain hurts.)
Why would anybody do that?
(See, while reading the big parentheses section, you forgot what I was talking about, didn't you.)
Yeah, why would they.
Obviously insane.
I don't rant to be read.
I rant cause I like it.
So there.
I have more where this came from.
Oh, so much more...
Observation:
One pixel black outlines, once a staple of blog design, have been replaced by one or two pixel light grey outlines. Or at least, barely visible one pixel outlines in a coordinating pastel colour.
Boo to all that.
Yes, your website looks nice.
Guess what. It also looks like EVERYTHING ELSE.
Blah blah blah.
(I've said all of this before, but that was when the black outlines were in style... this constitutes an update.)
You know, I hate weblogs.
Yes, I am some kind of hypocrite, shttp.
One pixel black outlines, once a staple of blog design, have been replaced by one or two pixel light grey outlines. Or at least, barely visible one pixel outlines in a coordinating pastel colour.
Boo to all that.
Yes, your website looks nice.
Guess what. It also looks like EVERYTHING ELSE.
Blah blah blah.
(I've said all of this before, but that was when the black outlines were in style... this constitutes an update.)
You know, I hate weblogs.
Yes, I am some kind of hypocrite, shttp.
I think that I'm going to adopt the system of punctuation outside of quotation marks.
Just so you know.
Haha, WHO CARES?
I know you don't care. I'm telling you anyway.
Because it doesn't make sense.
If they didn't say a comma, why should I attribute the comma to them.
hm?
Also, it would just never go over in programming.
La da dee.
Wasting time is fun, no?
I wish that I was not awake.
Alas, I've just slept 12 hours.
Just so you know.
Haha, WHO CARES?
I know you don't care. I'm telling you anyway.
Because it doesn't make sense.
If they didn't say a comma, why should I attribute the comma to them.
hm?
Also, it would just never go over in programming.
La da dee.
Wasting time is fun, no?
I wish that I was not awake.
Alas, I've just slept 12 hours.
Saturday, December 08, 2001
I would not normally link to anything that I found on the Daypop list (because really, what's the point?) but... A List Apart: Why Don't You Code For Netscape?
Good reasons it contains indeed.
Also, nobody visits my webpage using Netscape, so why bother wasting my time?
Good reasons it contains indeed.
Also, nobody visits my webpage using Netscape, so why bother wasting my time?
I wish that 141.117.21.82 would stop trying to hack my computer.
Or stop doing whatever the hell it is they keep trying to do.
I keep getting OPTIONS method requests from their IP.
Grr.
I assume they're not doing this manually, or they'd have noticed that they get some 400-series error in return.
What is Microsoft-WebDAV-MiniRedir/5.1.2600?
Or stop doing whatever the hell it is they keep trying to do.
I keep getting OPTIONS method requests from their IP.
Grr.
I assume they're not doing this manually, or they'd have noticed that they get some 400-series error in return.
What is Microsoft-WebDAV-MiniRedir/5.1.2600?
Why does FTP from Blogger so frequently fail?
"Transfer Error: ERROR: Could not get input/output stream for: h14me.yi.org"
So... is it Blogger, or h14me.yi.org?
I can connect fine, personally.
Let's click on "help"
"Sorry, no additional information is available for this error. Try publishing again. If you continue to have problems, try checking the How To regarding FTP troubleshooting or discussion forum."
Hm, doesn't "help" me too much.
Let's click on "troubleshooting".
"The page cannot be found"
Great.
Okay.
What now.
"Transfer Error: ERROR: Could not get input/output stream for: h14me.yi.org"
So... is it Blogger, or h14me.yi.org?
I can connect fine, personally.
Let's click on "help"
"Sorry, no additional information is available for this error. Try publishing again. If you continue to have problems, try checking the How To regarding FTP troubleshooting or discussion forum."
Hm, doesn't "help" me too much.
Let's click on "troubleshooting".
"The page cannot be found"
Great.
Okay.
What now.
"Edge 102, coming to you live from The Kingdom, in order to remind you that this is Friday, and that tomorrow is Saturday, and that you have to write an exam tomorrow, on Saturday, sucker."
But at 3:30 tomorrow, I will be in a very superior mood indeed.
All done exams.
While others have yet to begin...
But at 3:30 tomorrow, I will be in a very superior mood indeed.
All done exams.
While others have yet to begin...
i forget what i was going to say. this window took too long to open up. i hate my computer.
oh wait.
it was going to be me complaining about my tools and applications professor sending too many attachments to our e-mail.
cut and paste isn't that hard.
and attachments are just bad etiquette these days.
(plus, they're always irrelevant to me. i think, hurray! new mail! and then, bah!)
i should probably stop using outlook, though.
wouldn't you think?
but eudora doesn't let me check more than one account without making a whole bunch of profiles, as far as i can tell.
so bah.
bah.
i'll just remain secure in the fact that very few people have me in their address book.
...
printing out lecture notes, lalala.
that somebody else wrote in class on their laptop.
i made the whole front and back of the page printing thing work for once, i'm proud.
not like it's hard, but.
perhaps this is where my suspected dyslexia comes into play again.
i'm glad these exist, because, due also to suspected dyslexia... my notes seem to be written in a language that doesn't exist on this planet.
(see: wrench, and example of my handwriting that i would assume is still hanging around this website).
now it's time to hit the books before the books hits me.
or i hit myself with the books.
that's actually looking like a very real possibility at this point.
more fun than studying, and i won't be conscious to worry about not studying...
"printing complete"
thank you mysterious printer-obsessed lady who lives in my computer.
i don't know why she has to tell me.
it was obvious that printing was complete by the fact that say...
the printer stopped printing?
oh wait.
it was going to be me complaining about my tools and applications professor sending too many attachments to our e-mail.
cut and paste isn't that hard.
and attachments are just bad etiquette these days.
(plus, they're always irrelevant to me. i think, hurray! new mail! and then, bah!)
i should probably stop using outlook, though.
wouldn't you think?
but eudora doesn't let me check more than one account without making a whole bunch of profiles, as far as i can tell.
so bah.
bah.
i'll just remain secure in the fact that very few people have me in their address book.
...
printing out lecture notes, lalala.
that somebody else wrote in class on their laptop.
i made the whole front and back of the page printing thing work for once, i'm proud.
not like it's hard, but.
perhaps this is where my suspected dyslexia comes into play again.
i'm glad these exist, because, due also to suspected dyslexia... my notes seem to be written in a language that doesn't exist on this planet.
(see: wrench, and example of my handwriting that i would assume is still hanging around this website).
now it's time to hit the books before the books hits me.
or i hit myself with the books.
that's actually looking like a very real possibility at this point.
more fun than studying, and i won't be conscious to worry about not studying...
"printing complete"
thank you mysterious printer-obsessed lady who lives in my computer.
i don't know why she has to tell me.
it was obvious that printing was complete by the fact that say...
the printer stopped printing?
Friday, December 07, 2001
"The study found that although a frozen juice box will not keep a sandiwch out of the danger zone, it is a convenient way to slow bacteria growth." (from The Ryersonian)
Is "the danger zone" a scientific term?
Because I remember learning about it in grade eight, with good old Mrs. Bruce.
If your food is in the danger zone, you are in danger of contracting foodborne illness.
We saw a rather disturbing video on the subject.
But I always used to love nonsense like that.
I don't know what it is that makes things like the Don't Cross Contaminate Crossword Puzzle so amusing to me.
I guess kids have to learn SOMEHOW.
But the puzzle doesn't even come close to comparing to whitehousekids.gov.
Most disturbing.
Is "the danger zone" a scientific term?
Because I remember learning about it in grade eight, with good old Mrs. Bruce.
If your food is in the danger zone, you are in danger of contracting foodborne illness.
We saw a rather disturbing video on the subject.
But I always used to love nonsense like that.
I don't know what it is that makes things like the Don't Cross Contaminate Crossword Puzzle so amusing to me.
I guess kids have to learn SOMEHOW.
But the puzzle doesn't even come close to comparing to whitehousekids.gov.
Most disturbing.
There IS a sixth floor. There are a hell of a lot MORE than six floors. It's not just something out of a fairy tale. Took me some time to figure out how to get up there, though. And once I did, there were a couple other lost looking students peering around cautiously, feeling stupid. But the paper is handed in. Now, according to my schedule, I have a few hours to procrastinate left before Doom Mark II.
Thing is, you seem to want me to agree with your terribly misguided opinion of what must be the intention behind everything I say.
Most likely, that's just a reflection on yourself by yourself.
Because I do not consider myself superior, I do not consider you and asshole, I am neither apathetic, nor detached.
If I had to accuse myself of a crime, I would have to say that at times I say things rather explicitely, and yet simultaneously vaguely.
My attempts to reword or to say things "more humbly" are only meant to clarify, because my intended meaning never seems to come through.
I guess my only action can be to try to be less equivocal.
Or less bitter?
Probably.
Most likely, that's just a reflection on yourself by yourself.
Because I do not consider myself superior, I do not consider you and asshole, I am neither apathetic, nor detached.
If I had to accuse myself of a crime, I would have to say that at times I say things rather explicitely, and yet simultaneously vaguely.
My attempts to reword or to say things "more humbly" are only meant to clarify, because my intended meaning never seems to come through.
I guess my only action can be to try to be less equivocal.
Or less bitter?
Probably.
Hm, well since the name Chris expands to Christopher...
Yer second. Happy? :-p
I have the whole arrangement by length thing going on.
Longest to shortest was just most aesthetically pleasing.
If I could put all of the links in the same spot, I'd do it.
ACTUALLY...
I CAN.
But that would be just a little bit... silly?
Like me.
GO TO BED CANDICE
GO TO BED IMMEDIATELY
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Tomorrow I get to replace the current contents of my brain (what's left of "The Visual Arts: A History") with "Art of the 20th Century"
The pain... oh, the pain.
Yer second. Happy? :-p
I have the whole arrangement by length thing going on.
Longest to shortest was just most aesthetically pleasing.
If I could put all of the links in the same spot, I'd do it.
ACTUALLY...
I CAN.
But that would be just a little bit... silly?
Like me.
GO TO BED CANDICE
GO TO BED IMMEDIATELY
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Tomorrow I get to replace the current contents of my brain (what's left of "The Visual Arts: A History") with "Art of the 20th Century"
The pain... oh, the pain.
I can actually see the sky tonight...
And all the good stars are southish, so I can see them from the window.
Sirius, Betelgeuse, Rigel, Aldebaran, Capella, Regulus...
But also... Saturn, Jupiter, and the moon.
Back to looking out the window...
I missed the sky.
Toronto needs more damn sky.
The buildings are pretty, especially on such a clear night, but...
I haven't seen Ursa Minor nor Ursa Major
in much, much too long.
Sheesh.
And all the good stars are southish, so I can see them from the window.
Sirius, Betelgeuse, Rigel, Aldebaran, Capella, Regulus...
But also... Saturn, Jupiter, and the moon.
Back to looking out the window...
I missed the sky.
Toronto needs more damn sky.
The buildings are pretty, especially on such a clear night, but...
I haven't seen Ursa Minor nor Ursa Major
in much, much too long.
Sheesh.
Thursday, December 06, 2001
![[ M.C. Escher's 'Lizards' ]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sTS5NeJuHLpMI2UKHew7PIdJHCYR5XmKkgX-zYTeRWnNHG7YwBL1d-yVGWGqvpYep8StlZS90xqd7TP8rxbv7zMxmfJUEpYFGuTU5PcMFvq_RETXDGCg=s0-d)
If I were a work of art, I would be M. C. Escher's Lizards.
I am a bizarre juxtaposition of the real and the unreal. Based in the realm of mathematics, my two-dimensional appearance belies a complex and free-willed behaviour which both delights and confuses people.
Which work of art would you be? The Art Test
Blah Blah Blah
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