| LJ! It's been so long! How have you been?
... oh right, angsty.
Yeah, kinda should have guessed that.
I just read my last post and apparently I was going to go do this again. Ah, such grand plans me back in March, such grand plans...
I'll try again now. In fact, I'm going to favourite this LJ thing and put it in the browser.
Hotlinks make me a better person man.
So yeah, not much going on. Still in Leeds. It's Leedsy here.
And after reading my last post I'm giving the LJ the sub heading of "The Cerebral Mantle" because that is so awesome.
What's under the cerebral mantle anyways?
Intellectual lava?
Only time and drills will tell I 'uppose.... | comments: Leave a comment   |
| There's only one obstacle standing between me and evangelic Christianity.
And that is typing stuff like "it's Gods Will..."
Capital w on will?
So is it like a person called Will?
Does God have one specific Will he bring he just carries around?
Why Will anyways?
There was even an apostle called Will.
...yeah, I just sang the Apostle song and there was no Will.
Two James alright.
Wouldn't you be annoyed if you were in a group and there was someone else with the same name and then suddenly you were "James the less"
Why couldn't you just be the other James or like James B?
i'd ask someone thse questions but I'm afraid they might have answers.
Anyways, I haven't updated ...this year.
And maybe I never will.
Although I probably will as I have
Yeah.
I'm going to do this again, it's nice to have a diary.
...well not diary, something which sounds cooler
And pretenious.
Why doesn't my LJ have a pretentious name?
Quite frankly a King without a clue sounds far too upbeat and accessible.
I need something like The Cerebral Mantle
I found it in a serial pox.
Infinite Eternity of the Soul
Prawling in your SKIIIIIN.
Oh yeah, that's it
To sum up, it's late and I should sleep.
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| Wow, last updated 9 weeks ago.
That's like.... 9 weeks... ago.
Scary.
So what's has been up?
Well a month and a bit ago my cousin went on a kid of rampage and attacked the doctor, receptionist, my mother and my aunt. You know, pulling hair kicking, punching, and flipping over the cash register. Then he ran off down the street, grabbed an 81-year-old priest by the collar and shook him.
Four Gards eventually caught him and brought him to the Garda barracks and then me and mam had to go to the Doctors to get a form to send him to hospital. Then we went to the Gards, gave them the form and went home.
His mother was in America for a few weeks visiting her daughter who just had a baby and my cousin was left alone. His parents are divorced and his father is pretty much scum so we were kinda looking checking up on him.
Anyways, his mother came back Saturday and now he's out of the hospital and apparently okay
He was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia but if he stays on his medication he won't be that bad.
Dad was out cutting the hedge next door and he fell off the scaffolding onto the driveway. We think he broke a rib but he refused to go to the doctor. Anwyays, he's been off work for about 2 weeks now but he seems to be getting better. He's a bit stiff still but at least he can get up without about... 4 tries
One of my neighbours, Paddy Murphy, went into hospital with a broken arm about the same time Dad had his accident and last Friday he died. He was 82 and had very bad lungs, which meant they couldn't put a pin in his arm to set the bone because they couldn't use anaesthetic. It was shock because the day after it happened he was fine and up and around but the longer he stayed in hospital the worse he got. His sister was in a nursing home because she broke her hip a few months back and his brother was in Nigeria because he'd a priest working out there.
Anyways, he was got very bad the Sunday before he died so we managed to bring his sister into see him and there was just enough time for his brother to get home before he died on Friday. We had to help about a lot because Father Murphy had never done a funeral in Ireland. I helped my brother, father and some other local people to dig the grave on Sunday and then he was buried on Monday. I've been in to see his sister in the nursing home since then and she's still very shook up about it.
I went for my first interview on Tuesday this week for Hertz car rental. I don't want the job but if they offer it to me I have to take it. If I do get it I'll have to move to Dublin for January to August to work in a call centre. Not really looking forward to any of that but you know.
Trying to organise my study abroad thing for after summer too. I'll be either going to Sunderland, somewhere in Denmark or somewhere in Belgium. I picked very boring places because I love boredom. Also, I really can't survive in hot countries.
They are too hot.
Next Wednesday I'm off to America for 8 days to go to a big party Mass thing for my Uncle who's a Priest in New York. I imagine that'll be fun and I know you're all going to miss me immensely.
Right now I'm just after handing in a project and I'm waiting for one of my lecturers to e-mail me back so I can get things signed. They take FOREVER.
Anyways, I'd class the last 9 weeks as not very good. Just be grateful I didn't write some kind of angst fest for each one of these. I don't know, when you have the time to update a LJ usually nothing has happened but when you don't have that's when things do happen. MYSTERIOUS?
Not really.
Also in the middle of this Olam refused to show me his poems on the grounds I'm a cynical jerk.
That made me sad.
:(
...I was hoping that'd default to a sad smilie. It does everywhere else on this damn information superhighway.
Anyways, just putting this up here for posterity.
Right, so I'm off to go get that thing signed by a lecturer cause they e-mailed back.
You kids be good. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | What? | | Time: | 09:25 am |
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| I'm awake.
How you been Roscoe?
Rocking?
YOU'D DAMN WELL BETTER BE!
Anyways, in college now. Just hanging.
Watching Trapped in the Closet by R. Kelly.
Totally genius.
I have no deep thoughts to share.
...but I do rock. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| While I was in the kitchen eating a bowl of Coco pops I realised that in November I will be two decades old
Basically, soon I won’t be a teenager.
So if I ever want to like My Chemical Romance now is the time
…nah.
Anyways, BEHOLD! The latest unnecessary update about THE PRAW!
I have partitioned my drive so now I alternate between Windows Vista and Windows 2000.
Basically, Vista for everything but t’internet.
For thanks to my skillz as a technomancer and generally awesome guy I have recovered all my lost files!
Swish!
Except they only really work properly Vista!
Unswish you say!?
Well no! For my MP3 player works on Vista and all my programs!
Swish, my friends. Verily swish
So let’s all take a moment to appreciate what magic word files I have saved.
“Wait a minute, you’re the one broke in here. Why am I, the mighty Kilgore, apologizing to a mere mortal?!” the Dragon bellowed as he stared down at the human.
“…Kilgore?” Fenar repeated slowly.
“Yeah!?” said the Dragon aggressively “What of it?!”
“Weeeeell I just thought you’d have a mystical or subtle name or something.” Fenar shrugged “Like Starfire or something.”
“Starfire?” said the Dragon incredulously “Do I look neon pink to you mortal? Do I?”
“Okay bad example.” Fenar admitted “But Kilgore? I mean if you’re doing that why not just call yourself Really Macho.”
“Relimatcho lives in the Durnas mountains.” Kilgore replied.
There was an awkward silence.
“Really? You‘re kidding me right?” said Fenar eventually.
“Look, never mind that!” said Kilgore angrily “What are you doing in my cave?!”
“Well I did come to slay you and claim your treasures, but it’s not working out.”
Normally Kilgore would have simply killed such an intruder but his curiosity got the better of him.
“….and how exactly were you going to kill me?”
“Sword” said Fenar as he lifted up a rather blunted broadsword.
“…Is it magic?”
“I don‘t think so…” said Fenar as he looked at the sword uncertainly “It’s pointy though.”
“But surely from the legends of your people speak of the how the scales of dragon kin are stronger than tempered steel?”
“I heard tempered metal.”
“Yeah well, metal is still tough”
“I was hoping it was going to be copper or something…”
There was yet another awkward silence.
“…you didn’t think this through did you?” said Kilgore sympathetically.
“Not overly no.” Fenar admitted
“I mean even if you did stab me while I was asleep wouldn’t I just wake up and kill you?”
“Look! It wasn’t a good plan! I admit that!” the man retorted angrily
“What were you even going to do with my treasure?” said Kilgore, who couldn’t stop himself at this point.
“Tavern”
“What… all of it?”
“I’m an alcoholic” Fenar shrugged
“….you’re drunk right now aren’t you?”
“Maybe…”
What tears would have been shed if that was lost.
T’INTERNET.
It has gone slow in the area for reasons unknown. Basically it means that my MSN won’t work if I’m trying to look at webpages. So if you’re getting a lot of undelivered messages and all well that’s why.
If you really loved me you’d e-mail.
Or post in a forum.
Or send me money and/or honey.
…I don’t really like honey so scratch that last one.
But enough about me, how you been Roscoe?
Been beating up EMO LJs have you?
Yeaaaaaah, give them something to really cry about.
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| Hey Roscoe, how you been?
….you don’t say? Wow.
Well the village used to be all one really needs, now it’s filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals. They mostly surround you, you wish to flee but it’s not like you so listen to me, listen to me.
My laptop died. Yes, good old …er… Pascal.
Pascal, yeah. That’ll do.
So yeah. My increasingly temperamental and unreliable CRAPtop (Ho ho ho!) has set sail for Valhalla in the style of his E-Ancestors.
Which is to say left in a wardrobe to accuuire both dust and remorse..
So yeah, screw you Pascal.
HOWEVER, since as you well know I am a master of all trades I decided to turn my hand once again to computersmithary. So in an A-Team montage esque I took apart Pascal and my brothers old broken laptop, Draw, and melded them together to create a working BEAST
A beast I will call Drawcal!
…or…maybe Praw?
THE PRAW?
Sweet.
So yeah, behold the PRAW.
It has the MIND of Pascal, the body of Draw and runs on the shiney, fancy and so far just plain annoying limitless fusion power of Windows Vista.
However, it’s not all bad then good news!
For there have been VICTIMS!
A moments silence please for:
-All my pictures.
-All my TS reviews and other such sound files.
-All my word files and MSN Chatlogs
-All my website stuff
I miss them.
But in slightly better news:
- Anything worth while picture wise is on photbucket or TS or somewhere.
-The TS reviews wil live forever in my heart. Also, I think Moe has a webpage to download them.
-Words files….! Ah well, nice chunk of them exist on old Computer who lives yet. As for chat logs …well… nothing stellar right?
-Websites which are on T’INTERNET.
At least my music survived and programs survived.
In OTHER news, I finally got my broken MP3 player replaced. This Zen one only as 4 gigs as opposed to Rio’s 6 but you can play VIDEOS on it.
Videos I no longer have!
Swish!
And there was money left on the trade in so I got headphones, 1 gig memory key and a USB keyboard.
Win for the USB keyboard man, the PRAW may be mighty but laptop keyboards are the suckage.
Now once I get a handle on this windows Vista we’ll all be gravy.
But before I forget!
Russia: Anastasia Gimzetdinova
Belarus: Sergei Davydov
Cuba: Benjamin Agosto
Paraguay: Fredrica Faiella
Georgia: Yannick Ponsero
Mirconesia: Emanuel Sandhu
German: Jamel Othman
Chinese: Jinlang Wu
Central African Republic: Alban Preaubert
Egyptian: Tanith Belbin
This mean nothing to you…?
Oh Vienna.
UPDATE!?
That was written in the days where THE PRAW was nothing but a beacon of light and awesome in the darkness. About a day later things have changed.
Vista is gone, because it is terrible
I mean really, really bad.
Makes your internet ridiculously slow, firewall stops everything EVEN WHEN YOU HAVE IT OFF, every time you try to run a program it goes “You you sure you want to run this program!?” and when you try to move stuff it often decides just to give up!
Vista is pain.
Windows 2000 a now.
Doesn’t let my new MP3 player work at the moment, but I’m working on that.
But still, THE PRAW is good | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Naming your LJ appears to be in vogue.
And so I dub thee Roscoe.
Livejournal has changed, it now gives you QUESTIONS what to aid your entry making.
Let's answer 7!
How did you spend summers when you were a kid?
Went to France a few time. It was hot and there were a lot of museums.
What was the last wedding you went to? Were you in the wedding?
My brothers wedding back in November. I was best man and delivered the greates speech in the history of ever.
How well do you know your next-door neighbors?
Terribly well. Cakes, jams and biscuits regularly change hands.
What are your favorite and least favorite words? Any reasons why?
The word 'however' is totally awesome.
The word 'succulent' makes me cringe
What's the best birthday present you ever received?
Couldn't say, but the one that immediatly came to mind was the action figure of the guy with the power of fire from Captain Planet. You could press a button on his back and his chest sparked!
Why? Who knows.
Okay, there aren't 7 questions in this thing.
FAIL.
Anyways, I'm off to America sometime in November
Anyone know any one reasonably reliable in America, based around New York?
I need vague hotel price estimates.
Wouldn't want to meet them though, a point which I will make again at some point.
Internet people are freaks you know.
I mean I'm on the internet and I certainly wouldn't like to meet me.
Boris seems to have grown crazily fond of me over the past few weeks. Could be because I'm around the house the most and have on occasion fed him.
But he keeps following me around the place man.
Just LOOKING at me and trying to steal my things.
And keeps jumping up on me when I sit down.
Oh Bor, you fiend.
My jaw and shoulder have joined forces and decided to pain me today.
I do hate my jaw... shoulder was a pretty stand up guy prior to this though.
Well that's that, went well enough didn't it Roscoe?
...
Yeah, well you would say that.
Jerk. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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| I’ve just finished reading the final (or is it penultimate?) chapter of Unwanted Destiny: Forgotten Deity. A chapter that I FORCED Olam to finish.
Yes, my power is all that kids.
But anyways, I promised Olam a full frank and completely feedback response to it and since he’s pretty much the only person who read this LJ (excluding my legions of silent, yet adoring fans.) I thought I’d put it up here.
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| Behold, the MSN names for the first half of 07
"I am older than time itself" "May I point out that the concept of age relies on time?" "For the purposes of drama, no."
"Just throw Ebay into the sentence. That'll make it funny."
"Alcoholics never forget." "...that's elephants" "What!?"
"Is that... blood...!?" "Oh...um...yeah... it's not mine" "...is that supposed to reassure me!?",
"Did you two ever wrestle naked in front of the fire?!"" "...well, we tried to avoid it.",
"I'm the funniest person you'll ever meet. How depressing is that?",
"I could count all the good ideas you've had on one hand. After a lawnmower accident.",
"Yeah, he's like Batman without the super powers! lol!",
"I am the star of the Moonlight Sonata. I am the creator of a moonlit java."
"You're not American! You're not even wearing a flag on your head!",
"Ted, I'm going mad."
"Thanks Bees!",
“Welcome to Loserville. Population YOU." "...what? So you commute everyday then?"
"You call me quirky or weird again and I'll punch you in the mouth and steal your teeth"
"Dreaming of Freud never works. He's always too busy analyzing the significance of his appearence to play laser pool",
“Ice cream is better .That's what I call a sticky situation !",
"Watch out Pope. he's gunna set his emoticons from flirt, to kill",
"If you're going to be falling off scaffolding you shouldn't be up it in the first place"
"Hell is empty. The Devils are all out. Please leave a message after the tone."
"You cannot comprehend my power!" "Yeah, but I can't even comprehend my VCR." "...VCR? What is this,
1996?"
"It was your turn to do the shopping and you just bought a load of black pudding!" "I like black pudding!",
"In this realm I am God. And you, wood for the fire.",
"I'd rather work public relations for Santa."
"For whom the bell lols.",
"I'd rather work public relations for Satan."
"Oh yeah, switch to the old inherently subjective bandwidth eh? I call it RETREAT!"
“Why Thor the Norse God of Thunder is trying to enter my building."
"Tower of Soup Production presents..."
The outlook for the next six months is equally awesome. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| 1: I have seen the film Twins four times. I don’t like the film Twins.
2: The earliest memory I can recall is asking my cousin to do the level select cheat for Sonic 1. It was up down left right A start.
3: My favourite film is Dead Mans Shoes. Despite this fact I have only seen it half as much as Twins.
4: As a child I attacked my sister with a length of chain and a hatchet. I also used to bang my head off the piano for some reason. It may have been to intimidate people.
5: Speaking of the piano I used get all the different colour winegums or Fruit Pastilles and use the piano cover to crush them into one. Then I used eat the super sweet with the sizeable amount of varnish it had removed from the piano cover during compression. It was always worth it.
6: I routinely watch Ugly Betty, Las Vegas and Studio 60. I hate these shows and am unsure as to why I watch them. After each episode I am left with a deep feeling of contempt directed at myself for watching and the show for being made.
Except Las Vegas. Which has some sort of inane charm.
7: People describing food and taste freaks me the hell out. I really don’t know why.
8: The only real injuries I’ve had were breaking my toe and getting the top of my little finger severed by a door, which they later stitched back on. The toe thing is useless but the finger thing holds up fairly well in those who has had the worst injury bragathons. Also it invariably gets people saying “do you have any mobility in the finger?”
…how much mobility do you have in your little finger…?
9: I have an intense dislike of people using my real name in conversations on t’internet. Especially those who use it repeatedly and for no real reason just to show they know.
10: At some point I became the lazy hippyish one in my circle of friends. However, I’m the kind of hippy who’s bitter and cynical and you don’t tell anything cause he’ll just make fun of you. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I never use my LJ anymore.
Is that a good or bad thing?
Who knows? It is a thing though.
So anyways, I have tests for the next 2 weeks.
Although I only have 3 of them.
And there’s some project in the middle of that.
Jealous?
Of course you are .
So I went to see 28 Weeks Later t’other night. It’s good enough.
I didn’t really want to see it but I was ASKED you see.
It’s a rare thing so I thought I’d give it a shot.
Worked out quite well.
I got laughs so I’m happy.
I have tiny hands. Well, not tiny tiny but still they’re not massive like.
I didn’t really take much notice until recently though.
“You know what they say about small hands. Hur hur.”
“Yes, that the bruises soon to be on your face will be decidedly more compact.”
I just wanted to use decidedly there.
There are THRUSHS on the lawn. I named the first one Geoffrey Thush which I then shortened to Jeff which made me think more of Jeff Bridges
Then there was another one so I named him Beau Bridges after Jeffs brother
Then there was a third so I named him Nash, because Jeff and Beau have no more brothers.
Currently Jeff and Beau are on the lawn.
Along with Blackie the Blackbird, named after Blackie Connors from an old soap called Glenroe. Blackie had to build a wall for Miley and he never did.
The other blackbird is called Merlin because the Latin for Blackbirds is something like Merl.
Then we have Robins, the principal Robin known as Jeb. Jeb was the first bird we named. On occasions where there is more than one Jeb the other Robin is known as Jobe.
The fatter Robin will traditionaly be known as Jobe.
Then theres the CROW. The Crow is known as Maitre.
I hope you all remember that.
Currently I’m in pain because the lollipop I just had happened to have one of them paper sticks and so I ate it.
Somehow that logical decision backfired
“So Pope, you seem to be taking an awful long time out of your study to type this”
Jeez man, get off my back…
You don’t see me criticising how you deal with impending doom do you?
No you don’t and I could too.
Because you’re not nearly as awesome as you think you are.
It’s all waaaaaaaah and nooooooo with you isn’t it?
With your arms and your head.
“Just get back to work”
Oh fine. Forget you.
I’m scared. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I should do something.
I don't do much these days.
...yeah.
Also, don't update this much these days.
But I think the opening 3 lines explain why.
...well the opening 2 really.
The "...yeah" is just there for some reason.
I had this thing open the other night to write some deep, deep entry about never being appreciated or something.
I think that's what it was going to be about...
Can't recall exactly.
Eventualy I decided it was a waste of time.
As is this, but I'm at college now so what else will I do?
And I'm waiting till 3:30 to go into town.
Going to the Cinema to see Sunshine with a friend.
...well... I might aswell go now and hang about.
Yep.
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| I got this thing. I call it a problem.
Would you like to hear my probelm?
Well you will anyways.
So right, there's this "friend" of mine who write "poetry" and he keeps hassling me to write a review of his stuff on Bebo. Which you can totaly check out here. My advice, don't.
It's like concentrated horror.
But anyways, he keeps at me. So I deciced to write it. And the sad thing is the following review is me being nice.
Sure, who wants my opinion? Not even me. But I found this page and I'm bored so tough luck kid. Prepare for cyniscim!
Seats on Buses- Did I like this poem? In a word "no". In two words "no" and you can keep the change. Stuff like "its a climb onto this tigers back, and we're spitting on those below!" made me cringe, "Leeches in a grave" doesn't make sense and finally I have never ever seen "Mercedes driving, late middle aged, post menopausal, hair dyed woman"
I my experience they tend to be fat old men with their combovers blowing majetsicaly in the wind.
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On Procrastination- You know this poem starts off okay. Then you start to lose me at hypnotic state but that's just I don't like it. But dude, when "lustful peaches" enter the equation I exit the equation. Seriously man, lustful peaches. What does that even mean? From that point one I got distracted by eyeing the fruitbowl warily in case any peaches got some creepy ideas.
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My Name- Good news! I thought this one was quite good. Nice, succint and anti the MANist. The only thing I have to say about it is lose the !. But that's only cause I distrust exclamtion marks in poetry as a rule.
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Generation Fagan- Holy hell in a handbasket. This is a string of unnessecary words which only serves to create waves of unintelligle angst. Only only machine I can identify you raging against is my own computer which has to put this on screen. I don't know what group mentality fears pot dealers, rap and socialist cartoons but I'm guessing it was 60s America.
Damn the Red Reefer man
Minus **
My Darling Rose- See, this is a poem I could understand if people liked. I mean I don't cause it's not my cup of tea but I can recognise it's good enough. I approve.
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The Lost Boys- Another poem which I think is good. Well I must admit flaming monuments threw me a bit though. What's that? Like statues of Elton John? But that aside it was subtle, dignified and enough references to Peter Pan to keep even me happy.
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On Dreams- Too long to be a sentence, too short to be a story. This is a poem by virtue of length. It's fine I guess. I have nothing against this poem but in saying that I have nothing for this poem.
**
On Rage- This made me think of a washing machine. If that was your message well done. Otherwise... well no.
**
On Lovers- Best poem. Without a doubt. I actualy like this. It's nice, a good use of language and most of all you smuggeled in a reference to Icarus. For that I salute you.
*****
Well that's that. I'm prepared for the tirade of abuse I'll probably recieve but as a hateful shell I'll just sneer. Cause I like to sneer.
But in all seriousness man, your political poems are about as cohereant and subtle as drunk smashing you face in with a sledgehammer. Your political and social views seem to have been assembled from snipits of a slow news week on the Joe Duffy show. Which is to say complaints about things which don't nessecarily exist.
Also, I don't want to seem pedantic but please watch the spelling and grammar. Sure, the spelling isn't as important as the message but man you're a poet and words are you're tools. I mean it's like a carpentar who can't use a hammer. But once again, that's probably not important so you can ignore that.
NOT THE REST.
Also, it may not look like but I think this is constructive critiscism. Well at least I think it is. You want to appeal to the detached bitter cynic market right? If not dimiss this as jealousy.
Oh I do go on.
Anways, keep up the good work.
Drop the bad work.
Yep.
I don't know.
Should I post this or lie?
Answer me damn you. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Hurrah! Moe came back!
Again!
Third time!
Hopefully it won’t be just for one day like the last two times. Still, yay!
In celebration I was made Admin of TS again. Which is nice.
Man, Moe rules.
A lot more than you goons.
I bet she’s secretly not a goth and in possession of terrible taste!
Glare
Bought FFXII the t’other day. Tis fun enough thus far alright.
The guy in Gamestop said it ruled and he had a beard.
Who am I to question that sort of intel?
Ah, I’m not far into it yet anyways.
But things are steadily picking up.
I HUNGER.
For food
And lucozade.
But LENT forbids me from the ‘zade and all it’s fizzy brethren.
Which I could easily ignore. But that is not on.
Cause Lent is a magical time where we all suffer together.
Magic.
I haven’t written an LJ in some time now as I haven’t had anything entertaining to say. I still don’t but…MOE CAME BACK.
In a few weeks time I can look back and remember that.
In other news, I need Adems new album. It’s about space and all. Snazzamataz.
My crazy annoying cousin is coming o’er on Wednesday.
She’s crazy annoying you know. And she keeps telling me to put her kitchen together.
What does everyone assume I can do everything?!
I’ve been called over to neighbours houses to fix leaks, change fuses, fix computers, fix appliances, assembling furniture, putting down floors, putting up ceilings and fix Television ariels after storms.
Sure, I can do all that cause I rule but leave me alone…
But the thing about all that is you can’t take money for it cause they’re your neighbours. I’m always confused by people who don’t know and get on with their neighbours.
I mean, what happens if you need an onion or a firelighter?
And who makes you cakes and jam?
And who’ll pick you up from the airport?
The list is endless kids. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Bah. I sit here, in my glacial prison, and what do I get!? Freaking winter sun! You know the kind that heats NOTHING and just tries to trick you. It’s not even after 6 and the lawn is already frozen. Ah GEEZ.
While you goons who think ice is just frozen water get buckets of it!
Makes me angry and sick!
Anyways, in OTHER news. Stealth Goths! Stoths!
Oh yeah, they insinuate themselves like… some sort of… sinuation!
All the while thinking about angst poetry and how glamorous trench coats are. It’s only a matter of time before they start speaking in angstisms! And getting pictures and inverting the colours!
No such thing as a good Goth you know.
…Unless you’re A3.
Yeah, he was pretty nifty despite that glaring fault.
Although in fairness he vanished in a puff of misty mystery a while back before he could turn.
All I’m saying is, don’t think I ain’t on to all y’alls.
Fixed TS, which was under attack from the merciless Bot armies of Adult Entertainment. How? Well, despite the fact I’m not an admin I HACKED the BASECODE and RE-QUANTIFIED the BOOLIANS.
…right?
And by that I mean I copied and pasted some code into the registration page which totally asks you what 5 and 2 is.
Is that discriminating against bad adders?
Yes. But who cares about SNAKES?
But anyways, I can change the question if I want. E.g. By the power of Grey skull
I don’t know what the answer to that is but maaaaaan, it’s something.
Lately, I’ve been talking to old school friend #5 as I got his MSN. Good guy that. I’ve also been talking to the SWARM. A group of Stargate related Canadians who insist on calling me PL.
I ask you, how much effort is it to write Popeland?! O even just Pope, as the lazeoes I respect do?
Jerks! One and all!
But I guess they’re okay. Vaguely.
That is to say they can get me famouse autographs if I’m nice to them.
Something which you goons have constantly failed to do!
Do you ever think that maybe loads of people are reading your LJ and just not commenting? A giant phantom following?
Well, surely there are people spying on it like I do with other peoples LJs and all.
Then you realise that no one actually enjoys reading LJ what with them being a vast collection of self-inflicted misery and overblown anguish which you only read because you have some kind of tenuous link with whatever ghoul writes it.
Or alternatively because they put some really funny pictures in it.
HEADPHONES?! CAUSE IT’S AN AUDIO BOOK!
Ho ho ho ho.
Man, do I RULE or what?
Also, NEW DISPLAY PICTURE.
Taken on a windy roof after I had taken off my hat.
Which explains the hair.
In a way…
Although since then I got a haircut and stopped going up on that roof.
I call it progress.
But man, look at that wild untamed hair right there.
I was only weeks away from being able to get one of those tiny and profoundly creepy ponytails. Oh the dream…
Face related insults can be left here.
But man, I’ll just zing you right back with super voltage. Of doom.
You know how good at insulting people I am?
Well, even with HabboDown shutdown an a little article repeatedly stating this I still get e-mails directed at me to insult them.
Further more, YOR FACE!!!
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| I’m quite happy and self-assured at the moment.
I’m happy I changed and I give up nothing.
Now, the world of your friend list has been balanced,
Anyways, whoosh.
I’m nearrrrrly finished roofing. I’m allowed go free once the main roof is finished and that should only take one more day. Hurrah for progress.
I’m pretty sure I twisted my ankle falling over t’other day and my arm is all painy but MONEY.
I can blow it all on …um… a sword.
Well they sare selling the soul reaver in some places.
I’m not that sad though.
…yeah I am.
But probably nought.
Everytime I try to insinuate myself some place new people are unforgivably “Nice”. You know, not a kind of “friendliness” you earned or may even deserve but man, do they pile it on.
It makes me edgey and suspicious.
However, I have nothing against being called funny.
What with it being my mission!
One day I’ll get an award for being so darned hilarious.
Either that or being so darn harsh.
Or for bringing so darn into the mainstream cool.
Gotta love that stream
But anyways, people trying to be my friend. Man, I hate them.
I mean, do you set out to become someones friend or is it just something that happens cause you get on?
On t’internet there are only 4 people I’d really consider friends.
Then there are others. I mightn’t mind talking to them but I’d rarely go out of my way to talk to them.
Cause they suck.
Anyways, making minor inroads with the Baalphasite.
Doing something again is fun.
It makes people call you a genius.
And I get dour and angsty when people don’t call me a genius.
I imagine I would have flipped out and killed you all by now if I still wasn’t getting reviews for my fanfction, 2 years later.
That’s just how awesome I was.
Now, wrap your minds around this Popeland factoid
Most listened to soings!
It’s 5- Architecure in Helsinki 52 times
Hurt- Johnny Cash 65 times
Heartbeats- Jose Gonzalez 83 times
Float on- Modest Mouse 126 times
Insistor- Tapes n’ Tapes 145 times
I think I left some on repeat.
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| You know I’ve never heard anything by Panic! At the disco.
And I’m quite prepared to go on living my life like that.
I’m tempted to go into some long speech which basically says that I work harder than any of you ever and none of you have worked a day in your lives. I tend to get like that whenever I have to do work which involves heavy lifting.
But I’ll let you off the hook cause I’m quite sleepy right now.
Also it all brings back unpleasant memories of the last time I said work was hard to someone and they said it was nothing. Now band camp, that was tough.
Could you do a perfect left hace? In the SORCHING sun? In the desert? While your friends are fainting?
Could you endure the hardship of a program you voluntarily attend and have to pay for!?
Also, you couldn’t leave cause it’s and expression of your soul.
If you ask me if your soul can be expressed by marching in unison while spinning a stick it’s probably better off not being expressed.
Like you know, ever.
SAFETY.
Ahahaha…
Dad’s scaffolding is entirely reliant on little blocks of wood each leg of the scaffold stands on. Also it shakes, with ever step you take. To be honest you get used to it.
When we were putting up scaffolding for the plasters my brother asked if we should put up a safety rail. Dad just laughed and walked off.
Just so you know, each level of scaffolding is supposed to have two safety rails.
But as dad says “If you’re going to be falling off scaffolding you shouldn’t be up there in the first place”
Oh man, he got the wisdom.
Great move= Dead Man’s Shoes.
Seriously, so good.
Playing Blades of Avernum as I got some new scenarios for it.
I’m a sucker for plot.
That’s it.
Back to whatever it was your doing.
Perhaps making a statue of me?
Platinum rather than Gold, kids.
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| Hey kids.
I am not prone to the language which is foul (Although I did have a fabulous entry where I cussed it all up! “WHY CAN‘T I GET ON WITH PEOPPPPLE?!?!!” I’m pretty sure I edited it later so none would know though. But anyways, enough side note!) , however, I am prepared to add bitchin’ to my repertoire of verbosity in case I have to describe any guitar solos. Cause in my line of chattage sometimes kickin’ just don’t cover it.
Anyways, it’s 6:00am. I didn’t get up at this time, that’d be stone cold silly.
I did however stay up all night writing an essay about the utterly depressing collection of shirt dirges “What we talk about when we talk about love”.
Which you’d think would be just chipper. I mean love, it’s awesome right?
Well so I’ve gleamed from TV shows.
TV, you have lead me astray. For love is actually about tragedy. Not even interesting tragedy with explosions but instead loveless marriages and people wigging out and hatcheting folks.
What is love eh?
Baby, don’t hurt me.
I do my best work at night. That is to say I only ever work at night. Perhaps I shouldn’t put thing off till the last possible moment? But then I think about all the sitting down and doing nothing I would have missed out on and I know, in my heart of hearts, I made the right choice.
And now yawn.
Stayed awake via UNPOC and King Creosote
You don’t know them, cause you’re all about MAINSTREAM.
Yeah you heard me. I heard Evanescence on the radio once. SELLOUTS!
Why don’t they just wrap themselves in the American flag and burn some money!?
….that’s not very selloutish now that I think about it. Good image though.
If that’s on some Avenged Sevenfold album cover I’ll be angry.
I still have to finish my essay, ese. But I felt like Ljing. Cause I, Nerd.
However who is the greater fool? The man who wraps himself in the American flag and burns money or he who watches?
…the guy in the flag. But what I’m saying is it’s your fault for reading this, oh immense audience who just don’t like to leave message.
Cause you’re immense JERKS.
Whoo-hah!
Sorry on this continuation of the flag theme but in a hypothetical scenario if you were wearing the American flag (In America) and you robbed a bank would they be allowed shoot you?
You can’t shoot the flag man.
Anyways, I watched UGLY BETTY this week. She’s ugly cause she has glasses.
And braces.
I had glasses and braces once and let me tell you, I was fabulous.
I always am.
But anyways, this show is huge in America. Unfortunately it is terrible. Horrible in fact.
Did you know it ended with a women talking to a mysterious figure cloaked in shadow how was an evil boss!?
You can’t do that anymore man! What show is allowed get away with evil shadow villain who’s behind it
Speaking of crap TV, TV is crap.
Also, there’s a new doctor Who spin off. That sucks. I said I could make a better series and so did my sister.
Here are out respective series
Mine
Project Vienna
It’s about these Russians scientists after the fall of communism in some god forsaken lab in Siberia.
I have it all planned out in my head man.
The opening credits are of meteor hurtling through space while Midge Ure’s “Vienna” plays. And it keeps going and then it hit’s the planet and them the credits.
Cause you know some weird meteor hid Siberia and leveled miles and miles of trees? That’s what Project Vienna is about
Why is it called project Vienna? No clue.
But anyways they’re really isolated.
First season will be ten episodes.
Then I’ll see how it goes.
My sisters
Science Fiction
It’s about this Scientist who lies.
You got to admit, hers is pretty good.
Friends are important
So ask yourself, what have you done for me lately?
Been trying to make new ones at some Stargate forum. Unfortunately they turned against me when I managed to think up an episode of Stargate in the What episode of Stargate 20 question thread that no one could guess.
Now they won’t really acknowledge my existence.
It’s not my fault Critical Mass had guest stars from SG-1 and no gate travel!
Anyways, I don’t really like them. But I don’t like anyone.
In other friend news (I have so much, JEALOUS?) this week heralded the GLRIOUS return of TS group chats.
Had one with the Rov, Brando and Joe.
We all made fun of Joe.
There was no malice in it. He was just bragging about how much memory he had.
OVER A TERRABYTE.
550gb of which is DVD-rs which he doubt for 20$!
We had fun with that.
And then he invited GIRLFRIEND to the chat.
Even more fun!
Oh me and the Rov, we’re a true dream team.
Later we had one with A3 as well (yeah, THE A3)
Good times. In which me and the Rov switched identities.
Man, the Rov is a fine buddy. We’ve been pals like 3 years now and we even have our own lingo goin’
SPACE.
Well this is longer than I expected. Tis 6:36 now. Did this really take 36 minutes?
Nah, I probably zoned out half way.
Best get back to Raymond Carver.
My husband eats with a good appetite. But I don’t think he’s really hungry. he chews, arms on the table and stares at something across the room. He looks at me and looks away. He wipes his mouth on the napkin. He shrugs and goes back eating.
The suddenly an armored figure smashes through the kitchen wall on a surf board.
“This is boring!” he intones, cause intoning is cool.
My husband makes to get up but he is struck down by an American flag the beast had in it’s metal gauntlet.
“You went on a fishing trip, found dead body, kept fishing for the week end then reported once you got home” The creature hisses at my husband “And that was ice cold, son”
The beast wheels around and confronts me
“And you feel guilty about it and plan to go to the funeral. Noice” says the creature kindly.
The surf board leaps of it’s own accord and crashes on top of the table.
“There, plot done! And you were going to drag it out for another 6 pages!” it screams.
Then it whips a guitar out of the spectral ether and jams a solo that is completely bitchin’.
The End?
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| Ah JESUS!
I'm back to college NEXT FREAKING TUESDAY!
I thought I had another week off!
I haven't even read the books I have to do two projects on yet!
DAMN DAMN DAMN!!
If you see me online you'd damn well better tell me to quit skiving and do some work!
And I have to revise for tests!
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