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Tasty, tasty! Om nom nom. [Aug. 26th, 2009|10:43 pm]
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[mood | blah]

From: Anand
To: Me

<snip>

Besides it does seem odd that you would not consult with the admin@ team -- a number of whom do system admin. professionally.


...Anand just accused me of not consulting with others. Whether it's a valid criticism or not is totally beside the point. The irony is delicious!

I am far to tired and irritated to deal with any of this.
-Mmaster
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Definitions. [Aug. 10th, 2009|10:23 pm]
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[mood | hungry]
[music |And They Say I've Got Talent, Tom Smith]

According to The Oxford Dictionary Of Computing:

nerd Derogatory Slang Someone who spends excessive time using a computer, often with unreasonable enthusiasm. (The term is also used more generally.)

geek A person who [is] knowledgeable about and talented at developing or working with computer systems, but to an excessive and often unworldly degree. A geek is distinguished from a nerd by having talent.


So there.
-Mmaster
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*gigglefit* [Nov. 28th, 2008|09:20 am]
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[mood | giggly]
[music |Guess.]

Seeing this reminded me of something.

Back in May, I went to Morpeth with parents and Matt. (It was the Australian Canal Society's n birthday. They gave Matt and me certificates for bringing the average age down from 60-odd.)

While I was there, in some tiny second-hand shoppe, I came across a genuine 1987 vinyl of Rick Astley's Whenever You Need Somebody. The marked price was $4, but they were having a 50% off sale, so I got it for $2.

The spiel on the back cover is hilarious.

Rick Astley has achieved what most people dream of doing. What, to the outside world, looks like overnight stardom has actually taken quite a long time.

Rick was born in a small town in the North West of England called Newton-le-Willows which, before Rick Astley, was famous for making railway locomotives and for being the first place in the world where anyone was killed by one.

Rick grew up in this small town and during his last few years at school formed several bands. On leaving school, he drove a van for his dad, but his burning ambition was to make music his livelihood. Rick joined a band made up of friends called FBI and went onto the government supported Enterprise Allowance Scheme, receiving a grant from the government to become a pop star and he was one of the first to do so. Rick and his band were spotted by Pete Waterman of the production team Stock Aitken Waterman in a working men's club in Warrington. Pete was obviously impressed and within three months Rick had signed to PWL as an artist and then joined the Studio Empire as a tape op to gain experience in the recording world at PWL.

During the next fourteen months Rick made tea and worked with some of the biggest pop stars and people in the record industry, and became friendly with them all.

Rick's career really started to blossom with "Never gonna give you up" recorded in October 1986 and mixed on New Year's Day 1987, but Stock Aitken Waterman did not feel that the market was right for it until the middle of the year.

The record was picked up instantly by radio and ten weeks later it became the biggest selling record so far in 1987 and has since gone on to be No. 1 all over Europe.

There have been many parallels drawn between Rick and other pop stars. Tom Jones had been mentioned as well as Luther Vandross and Frank Sinatra. With company such as this, the red headed kid from Newton-le-Willows seems destined to achieve musical greatness.

Despite all his success Rick is still the quiet unassuming person who joined PWL in 1985. Perhaps that says a lot about his character and how little his future success is likely to affect him.

The album contains three new Stock Aitken Waterman songs written especially for him, four of Rick's own songs and Rick's tribute to one of the greatest singers of all time Nat King Cole. The album illustrates the many facets of Rick's voice.

Frank Sinatra? Really?
-Mmaster
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[Aug. 20th, 2008|10:21 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |The Captain, Kasey Chambers]

I saw it in an LJ icon that's apparently done by [info]jiatra.

Anyway, it gave me a chuckle or two.


Definitions of terms commonly used in academia:
It has long been known: I didn't look up the original reference.
A trend is evident: These data are practically meaningless.
Three of the samples were chosen for study: The other results didn't make any sense.
Typical results are shown: This is the prettiest graph.
In my experience: Once.
In case after case: Twice.
In a series of cases: Thrice.
It is believed that: I think.
It is generally believed that: A couple of others think so, too.
Correct within an order of magnitude: Wrong.
According to statistical analysis: Rumour has it.


-Mmaster
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I've had it in my head for most of the day. [Dec. 7th, 2007|11:50 pm]
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[mood | sleepy]

A snippet from The Telescope by Mark Bianchi:
"Where are you going?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he said.
"Me, too," she smiled. "I'll take you there."

And now it's really really time for bed.
-Mmaster
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[Oct. 6th, 2007|07:29 am]
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[mood | geeky]
[music |I Want My Flying Car, Tom Smith]

http://cybernetnews.com/2007/10/05/cybernotes-signs-technology-has-taken-over-your-life/

The saddest thing?

I'm really not that much of a geek, and I've done a fair proportion of these. Bold is the part I've done; italics are any comments I want to make.
1. When you go into a computer store, you eavesdrop on a salesperson talking with customers — and you butt in to correct him and spend the next twenty minutes answering the customers’ questions, while the salesperson stands by nodding his head. (The guy didn't know what Roxio was; I mean, c'mon!)
2. Off the top of your head, you can think of nineteen keystroke symbols that are far more clever than :-). (Now I'm curious as to what defines "clever")
3. On vacation, you are reading a computer manual and turning the pages faster than everyone else who is reading John Grisham novels.
4. The thought that a CD could refer to finance or music rarely enters your mind. (Finance CDs?)
5. You own a set of itty-bitty screw-drivers and you actually know where they are (and use them).
6. You are so knowledgeable about technology that you feel secure enough to say "I don’t know" when someone asks you a technology question instead of feeling compelled to make something up. ("So knowledgeable" is irrelevant - I'm willing to say "I don't know" on a regular basis regardless :P)
7. You back up your data everyday.
8. You can’t help but wonder what it would be like if Google indexed your house so that you’d always know where everything is at (car keys!).
9. You have never sat through an entire movie without having at least one device on your body beep or buzz. (Untrue. However, it does happen occasionally. I don't go to that many movies anymore, though...)
10. You think of your gadgets as "friends," but you forget to send your father a birthday card.
11. When you hear Wow, you automatically think World of Warcraft or Microsoft’s Vista campaign. (Admittedly, I don't play Warcraft; but I haven't heard the term in any other usage in a long time.)
12. You have no hesitations with naming your child LOL or LMAO...
...Oh dear...

-Mmaster
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An article I found in Communications of the ACM... [May. 17th, 2007|02:18 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |City Calm Down, Architechure In Helsinki]

Lost (And Found) In Space

SETI@home, the UC Berkeley project that taps millions of volunteers' computers when they go into screen-saver mode to crunch data that may spot signals in the radio noise from space, may not have found signs of alien like forms yet, but it did track down one stolen laptop. Volunteer James Melin, a programmer for a Minnesota government agency, runs SETI@home on his seven home computers, including a laptop, which was stolen from their home on New Year's Day. The Associated Press reports that Melin, knowing that Berkley servers periodically record the IP addresses of remote copmputers and file them in a database that people running SETI software can view, monitored the SETI@home database to see of the stolen laptop was "talking" to the UC servers. Indeed, the laptop checked in three times within a week. Melin sent the IP addresses to the Minneapolis Police Department, and the real-world address of the laptop was ultimately uncovered. Within days the officers seized the computer and returned it. No arrests have been made as yet. The thieves did not appear to tamper with or destroy any of the laptop's contents; however, they did add about 20 tracks of rap music with unintelligible lyrics. Said Melin of the rap quality: "It made Ludacris sound like Pavarotti."


*giggles*
-Mmaster
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When little people fight, they may look easy pickings but they've got some bite... [Apr. 24th, 2007|09:04 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Made For Each Other, Jack's Mannequin]

I'm reading through Ciao! newspaper, a very local rag that doesn't appear to take itself particularly seriously. Of course, content is essentially lacking, but there are moments of amusement.


The personals section...
  1. Tanya you are the only girl for me. I made some stupid decisions but that doesn't mean I don't love you and you should know that if you know me at all. That other girl was lying when she said I was going to marry her because I would never say that. I only want to be with you so you should come home.
  2. Sexless, dour, post-menopausal female "with issues" (so I'm told) wants to meet fun-loving, free-spirited, and broadminded male who enjoys a challenge. It might be worth it, you never know, big boy...
  3. Why do all the women who write personals say they like bushwalking, good conversation and men with a sense of humour? Ultra pretty femme wants to meet male who's as hopeless at all that as I am. I just like sex.
  4. Creative-type lady is looking for creative-type man. Let's do karaoke and then go to the zoo dressed in clown costume. We can laugh at the world while they laugh at us.
  5. Old fashioned gentleman would like to meet a true lady for civilised relationship. Dinner and candles a must first meeting, followed by a slow walk through the park. I am a mature man, I have three grown children and two German Shepherds.
  6. Male 24, second in like to the UK throne and devastated by recent heartbreak. My Dad's a bit strange but he won't live forever.
  7. Why am I advertising in Ciao? The sort of man I want to meet reads the Fin Review - but you'll do for now. I've been banned from poker nights at the Bald Faced Stag (because I always win), so I'm at a loose end Monday nights. No workaholics, please.
  8. Vegan goddess (38) would like to meet pale, iron-deficient male cyclist for nights of touring the high moral ground together. I'm deeply troubled by global warming and need comfort, cuddles and tofu (in that order).
I can't quite decide which of these is my favourite... But I'm tending towards #6.


The first couple of paragraphs of an article on a police drug crackdown...
Just before Mardi Gras, one of its big events - Azure - was shut down after 40 charges were laid relating to the possession and trafficking of ecstasy, cocaine, ketamine, speed, GHB and cannabis.
Coming just one week after the death of 20-year-old Annabel Catt, who took what she thought to be ecstasy at the Good Vibrations festival, the police action was entirely predictable. Except to the partygoers, apparently. Who were "forced" to scoff their stash in panic as the sniffer dogs went into action. Many were outraged, convinced that they were being victimized. Web site bulletin boards and letter writers in the gay press were in meltdown about their "rights" to party and use drugs being violated. Police would never shut down a Muslim or Christian event, wrote one deluded Newtown man, while others whipped themselves up into states of comical paranoia. "This discussion has been infiltrated by do-gooders and police!"

*shakes head* Oh dear...
-Mmaster
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[Feb. 25th, 2007|07:39 pm]
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[mood | giggly]
[music |Song For The Dumped, Ben Folds Five]

My mother has a laptop that, despite every review of the model I can find claiming that it has internal wireless, doesn't seem to. So, I was flicking through my PC Authority from a few months ago, hoping that there'd be a review of a wireless card or two - it's an issue where they reviewed Wireless Routers, and sometimes they follow theme.

In my searching, I came across an article that I read, almost in its entirety, to my parents. Giggling all the while. (By the way, I think it's probably entertaining enough to to read even if your knowledge of wireless networking is minimal...)


Here it is. )


:D!
-Mmaster
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Step three is to never say her name... [Jan. 28th, 2007|08:22 am]
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[mood | calm]
[music |Flame Trees, Cold Chisel]

Sigh...

Content in case it gets deleted some time in the future )


Also: a quote from yesterday, that I forgot to give you...
*Dedney and Hailey are examining the salt and pepper shakers
Hailey: How are you supposed to tell them apart?
Dedney: Well, on this one, the holes are more spread out - and larger.
Hailey: Why do they always make the one with larger holes pepper? You'd generally want more salt on your meal than pepper.
Dedney: But pepper is easier to see, so you can scrape it off if you put too much on.
Mm: ...
Dedney: What?
Mm: You're arguing about pepper.
Dedney: What, like you haven't had stupider arguments in your time?
Mm: Well, there was that conversation I had the other day about whether my feet had a union...
Dedney: Alright, you win...


So: The conversation about whether my feet have a union.
*Mm's sub name set to "Ow. Ankles. In pain."
Shaun: Ankle?
Shoulder Angel: ...Yes. Those things above the feet?
Shaun: They rolled against your will?
Shoulder Angel: No. They've been continuously abused and are rebelling.
Shaun: Do they demand better work conditions?
Shoulder Angel: Possibly
Shoulder Angel: But they don't have a union
Shaun: But do they know that?
Shoulder Angel: Apparently not
Shaun: Dear me


...Aren't you glad you knew all that?
-Mmaster
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Stolen from a book that almost all of you probably haven't heard of... [Jan. 20th, 2007|08:50 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash, Fall Out Boy]

Things for which Tegan Morris will never forgive her parents:
  • Naming her Tegan.
  • Giving her a baby brother.
  • Telling her that when the ice cream truck plays Greensleeves, it means it's run out of ice cream.

The above was accompanied by a picture of a female of five or so having a tantrum; and at least two other points which have escaped my memory. It is, however, the last in the previously stated list that amuses me most. Especially since there was an ice cream van playing Greensleeves while we were at the park this afternoon.

Heh.
-Mmaster
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Are you aching for the blade? That's okay, we're insured. Are you aching for the grave? That's okay. [Jul. 30th, 2006|03:30 pm]
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[mood | geeky]
[music |Babies of the 80's, Something Corporate]

SO! MUCH! FANDOM! IN SUCH A CONFINED SPACE!

Combining elements of Eddings novels and West Side Story, and then Eddings novels and Rent, I bring you... Guardians of the West Side Story!

Quoted, in case the entry gets removed or hidden or something at a later date:
Know at least two of the three well? No? Move along, then; nothing to see here... )

Unfortunately, probably the only ones to get all of this would be me, Liz, and Steson. Sigh.

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
-Mmaster
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Mirroring http://mmaster.livejournal.com/22863.html [Mar. 26th, 2006|09:39 am]
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[mood |procrastinatory]
[music |Somebody Told Me, The Killers]

...Uh...huh.

I'll bet my Uni friends would be impressed by this.

The article:
Finding drunks in a bar -- what are the chances?
Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:02 AM ET

SAN ANTONIO, Texas (Reuters) - Texas has begun sending undercover agents into bars to arrest drinkers for being drunk, a spokeswoman for the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission said on Wednesday.

The first sting operation was conducted recently in a Dallas suburb where agents infiltrated 36 bars and arrested 30 people for public intoxication, said the commission's Carolyn Beck.

Being in a bar does not exempt one from the state laws against public drunkeness, Beck said.

The goal, she said, was to detain drunks before they leave a bar and go do something dangerous like drive a car.

"We feel that the only way we're going to get at the drunk driving problem and the problem of people hurting each other while drunk is by crackdowns like this," she said.

"There are a lot of dangerous and stupid things people do when they're intoxicated, other than get behind the wheel of a car," Beck said. "People walk out into traffic and get run over, people jump off of balconies trying to reach a swimming pool and miss."

She said the sting operations would continue throughout the state.
What the hell?
-Mmaster
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First half of a commentary on Maria Kozic. [Sep. 6th, 2004|08:39 pm]
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[mood | depressed]
[music |21 and Invincible, Something Corporate]

Mirroring http://mmaster.livejournal.com/5507.html

Dark plastic screwed-up chicks and sensitive guys. Neither fit in. They're the side characters in teen movies, the niche market of the now, the fodder for any talk about being individual. Many end up making art. Cliches, perhaps. Icons for sure. But still there's something there. Some slight sense of difference which makes them have their mid-life crisis way early.

Sensitive guys - the chicks dig them bad. Soft little toys with big lips and foppish hair. They sing like girls. Or like David Bowie. Pop music would be nowhere without sensitive guys. It doesn't matter whether what they do is good or bad. The chicks dig them bad. They want to save them, succour them like little children. They watch them onstage from a distance. Up there, spot-lit, they look like flickering swap cards of collectable dolls.

Flip it. Screwed-up chicks - the guys dig them bad. Jagged little pills with edgy eyes and messed up hair. They don't sing like boys: they sing like banshees. That scream outside: is that someone watching PROM NIGHT or some girl laughing her head off? Perhaps it's a grrrl band rehearsing. The guys dig them bad, the start to go sensitive when the screwed-up chick screws them up. That's the way it goes.

Screwed up chicks and sensitive guys are normal boys and girls turned inside out, their interiors exposed, fiercely oxidising. When guys do this, they start to become chicks. But when chicks do this, they start to become monsters.

It's not because they want to.


From Mambo: Still Life With Franchise, a book about the artists that design Mambo clothing.
-Mmaster
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Down in Front: The Real Rock 'n' Roll Fantasy (for zu_ausgeflippt) [Jul. 27th, 2004|09:59 pm]
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[mood | sleepy]
[music |Bad Reputation, Pulley]

Mirroring http://mmaster.livejournal.com/3702.html

Behold, ye underachieving Internet-surfing cubicle dwellers of corporate America: Your next great workplace distraction awaits. For I have invented it: Fantasy Rock Stars.

Fantasy Rock Stars aims to combine two of society's most debilitating obsessions - celebrity worship and fantasy sports - into one fabulous national pastime. For the unitiated, the latter involves rounding up eight to twelve of your nerdiest friends and "drafting" individual players - be the sport baseball, football, basketball, or, for irony aficionados, NASCAR drivers - until you've got a virtual "team".

After naming said "team" something amusing (such as 2 Live Croutons), you then receive points each week based on the stats those players accrue. You also robustly question your opponents' masculinity - for it is invariably masculinity - via online message boards.

Thus, in Fantasy Rock Stars, instead of touchdowns or home runs, your drafted team of divas, punks, and indie-rock sacred cows racks up points for bone-headed press quotes, sex scandals, unseemly cover songs, violent altercations, and onstage mental breakdowns.

Below is a rough scoring system. Consider it a work in progress designed to halt progress on your actual work, you Sex in the City-watching douchebag.

Divas(Britney, Beyoncé, X-tina, Janet, Avril)
Oversexed magazine cover (10 points)
Subsequent disgust over exploitative nature of said magazine cover (20)
Tryst with backup dancer (50)
Drastic new hairstyle (5)
Ludicrously knuckleheaded political statement (15)
Really bad movie (35)
Breast-augmentation rumours (90)
Publication of obviously ghostwritten novel/memoir (40)
Stalker convicted (20)
Oprah appearance (-15)
Neptunes collaboration (-55)
That-chick-from-4-Non-Blondes collaboration (-60)
"Wardrobe malfunction" (8,000)

Deified, Largely Inactive Old Bands (Led Zeppelin, the Pixies, Joy Division, Gang of Four, the Ramones)
Threaten to reunite (20 points)
Do reunite (100)
Appear in public weighing three times what they did in 1985 (-50)
Member dies (50)
Cash-grab "new" CD/DVD/box set (35)
Car commercial (75)
Hot new band obviously rips them off (15)
Terrible tribute album released (30)
Terrible side project released (40)
Hot actress publicly wears old tour T-shirt (25)
Publication of tell-all biography (10)
Rock critic lamentation that "There will never be another _______" (5)
Sampled by underground hip-hop dudes (55)

Rap Kingpins (50 Cent, Nas, Lil Jon, Jay-Z, Snoop Dogg)
Shot (20 points)
Shoots (40)
Debuts clothing line (-15)
Instigates corny fued (25)
Sucks up to Suge Knight (1)
Disses Suge Knight (5)
Killed by Suge Knight (12,000)
Changes name/persona - aka "The MF Doom" (10)
"Retires" (50)
Criticized by Bill Crosby/presidential candidate/religious leader (75)
Releases duet with new girlfriend (15)
Lousy part in action movie (-25)
Hot new track that is clearly an ad ("Pass the Courvoisier") (-250)

Rock Gods (Springsteen, Thom Yorke, Bono, Jack White, dude from Coldplay, Dave Matthews, Eddie Vedder)
Pontificates at high-profile concert (10 points)
Scores cover of Time/Newsweek (100)
Sexuality openly questioned (5)
Gains sudden political consciousness (35)
Lauded for saving rock/hip-hop/the children/the world (250
Disses George W. Bush (1)
Abrupt conversion to Scientology (175)
Assumes Jesus Christ pose (50)
Has song in shitty romantic movie (-50)
Names kid "Apple" (-600)

Wimpy-Ass Singer-Songwriters (Ryan Adams, Conor Oberst, John Mayer, modern-day Beck)
ODs (100 points)
Writer's block (10)
Reverse writer's block (more than two albums in a year) (20)
Dating actress (35)
Dating Winona(75)
Embarrassing appearance on The O.C. or similar teenage melodrama (30)
Dies romantically (200)
Photographed shirtless (5)
Trashes hotel room (ironic) (-100)
Trashes hotel room (sincere) (1,000)
Compared in print to Nick Drake (5), Jeff Buckley (15), Elliot Smith (20), Gram Parsons (30), Elvis Costello (40), Bob Dylan (50)

Boy Band Outcasts (Nick Lachey, Lance Bass, J.C. Chasez, Ricky Martin, O-Town (all of 'em), NKOTB (all of 'em except Donnie)
Marries (5 points)
Divorces (90)
Awful solo album (10)
Reality TV appearance (60)
Miniscule film role (20)
Opens restaurant (30)
Public arrest for alcohol (5), drugs (30), violence (65), indecent exposure (150)
Shot into space (2,000)

Young Punks (New Found Glory, Sum 41, Blink 182, the Ataris, Something Corporate, MXPX, Thursday, Thrice)
Horrible cover song (10 points)
Lyrical reference to band popular before singer was born (60)
Contrived "bratty" behaviour (2.5)
Releases entire album about singer's ex-girlfriend/boyfriend (20)
Publicly admired by old-guard punk rockers (40)
Publicly insulted by old-guard punk rockers (80)
Plays Warped Tour (0.0025)
Describes material for next album as "harder" (10), "bluesier" (20), "more psychedelic" (40), "acoustic" (80), "experimental" (-50), "electronic" (100), "crunk" (50,000)


Barring typos, that is exactly how that appeared in the East Bay Express, a local rag newspaper I picked up in America.
-Mmaster
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[Jun. 9th, 2004|09:01 pm]
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[mood | nostalgic/masochistic]
[music |Morning Calls, Dashboard Confessional]

I felt nauseous on and off all day today.

Black was away today.

Just before I came online tonight, some guy tried to sell us Optus call rates.

I'm re-reading old dj posts.

Quotes from old entries. Read them, there's a nice overview in there. )


That'll do, I think.
-Mmaster
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This is a passage from a book... [Sep. 15th, 2003|07:22 pm]
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[mood | drained]
[music |Sonny, New Found Glory]

That really kinda describes how I'm feeling at the moment... It's from the first page and a half of The Phantom Tollbooth by Norman Juster.
(Just take it that all of this's in quotes, k?)
*sighs*
-Mmaster


There once was a boy named Milo who didn't know what to do with himself - not just sometimes, but always.

When he was in school he longed to be out, and when he was out he longed to be in. On the way he thought about coming home, and coming home he thought about going. Wherever he was he wished he was somewhere else, and he got there he wondered why he'd bothered. Nothing really interested him - least of all, the things that should have.

'It seems to me that almost everything is a waste of time,' he remarked one day as he walked dejectedly home from school. 'I can't see the point in learning to solve useless problems, or subtracting turnips from turnips, or knowing where Ethiopia is, or how to spell February.' And, since no one bothered to explain otherwise, he regarded the process of seeking knowledge as the greatest waste of time of all.

As he and his unhappy thoughts hurried along (for while he was never anxious to be where he was going, he liked to get there as quickly as possible) it seemed a great wonder that the world, which was so large, could sometimes feel so small and empty.

'And worst of all,' he continued sadly, 'there's nothing for me to do, nowhere I'd car to go, and hardly anything worth seeing.' He punctuated this last thought with such a deep sigh that a house sparrow singing near by stopped and rushed home to be with his family.

Without stopping or looking up, he rushed past the buildings and busy shops that lined the street and in a few minutes reached home - dashed through the hall - hopped into the lift - two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and off again - opened the door of the flat - rushed into his room - flopped dejectedly into a chair, and grumbled softly, 'Another long afternoon.'

He looked glumly at all the things he owned. The books that were too much trouble to read, the tools he'd never learned to use, the small electric car he hadn't driven for months - or was it years? - and the hundreds of other games and toys, and bats and balls, and bits and pieces scattered around him.
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"You know, one of those memorable nights when you can't remember a thing?" [May. 16th, 2003|05:06 pm]
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[mood | artistic]
[music |Love Me Do by The Beatles]

For drama, everyone in the class has to do a monologue; he gave us this booklet and said we could pick any of them. The one I've chosen a speech from some play I've never heard of called Table for One?. I think I'm doing pretty well with it, too... I have it pretty close to memorised, and I've only looked at it like twice before today... See what you think...
-Mmaster


I don't know. I feels like this is all one big rollercoaster ride. You know what I mean? You fall out of one doomed relationship, only to lick your wounds and get back on.

You convince yourself it's not so bad being single again; after all, eating takeaway six night a week saves on dishes, and the personals column in the paper has always been good for a laugh. Even deep and meaningfuls with your cat are starting to sound intelligent.

Then suddenly, out of the blue, Mr Maybe shows up on your doorstep. He's just some guy you slept with once. You know, one of the memorable nights when you can't remember a thing?

You offer him a bed for the night. Unfortunately, it's yours, and before you know it, you're looping the loop again. The big "C" rears its ugly head; Commitment, that is, not cancer, though it might as well be. The silences between you grow malignant, the phone goes uncharacteristically quiet, and you find yourself... standing around in comedy pubs, looking at your watch a lot.

Can I buy you a drink?


Cool fun, huh?
-Mmaster
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