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[Jun. 16th, 2009|10:00 pm]
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[mood | okay]
[music |Telling Everybody, Human Nature]

Aww, Human Nature were so cute before they became a Motown cover band!
-Mmaster
PS: You do kind of have to wonder about the lyrics, though:
I'm tellin' everybody
Tellin' everybody what we did last night
Tellin' everybody
You're the reason why I had a good time

The response that keeps running through my head? A quote by Bette Davis:
"There goes the good time that was had by all."
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This was a lot harder than I thought it would be. ...And that's *after* simplifying it. [Oct. 19th, 2008|04:27 pm]
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[mood | accomplished]

Are you male or female: A girl / with a mind like a diamond - Short Skirt Long Jacket, Cake

Describe yourself: She can't make up her mind / if she's a damsel in distress / she feels a damn fool in this dress - Danielle Steel, The Lucksmiths

How do some people feel about you: Held like water in your shaking hands / are all the small defeats the day demands / ten to six and nine to five / trying, dying to survive / never knowing what survival means - Confessions of a Futon Revolutionist, The Weakerthans

How do you feel about yourself: A fine, fine girl with nothin' but good intentions / and a bad tendency to get burned - Chemistry, Semisonic

Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend: Surround ourselves with people who / are lonely too, but nowadays / this lifestyle's wearing thin / and I can't forsee a change - Welcome Home, The Lucksmiths

Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend: You know, it saves me to think even for a little while / I own a set of shoulders that you came to rely on / like in that movie theatre, when you whispered in my ear / "I almost didn't make it, this has been my hardest year" - Something To Do With My Hands, Her Space Holiday

Describe where you want to be: Walking 'round the rainy city / such a pity there's / things to do at home - Melbourne, The Whitlams

Describe what you want to be: We found all entire dreams / of men and machines and / turned them all around / to enjoy them and benefit ourselves / our paperback books, our charming looks / our identical hands / composing our commands - Plenty of Paper, Eisley

Describe how you live: Today the sun is shining and I feel a million dollars / and I don't need reminding that I own eleven cents - Frisbee, The Lucksmiths

Describe your current mood: I've got nothing on today / which is not to say I'm naked / I'm just sans plans - A Great Parker, The Lucksmiths

Describe how you love: I'll be your distraction / I'll be, I'll be yours - Distraction, Angels & Airwaves

Share a few words of wisdom: Stop the self-defeating / lies you've been repeating / since the day you brought me home / I know you're strong - Plea From A Cat Named Virtute, The Weakerthans


...Okay, some of those don't make a lot of sense. I started running out of inspiration - it's a lot harder than it looks.
-Mmaster
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[Oct. 15th, 2008|07:40 am]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Something To Do With My Hands, Her Space Holiday]

I put on Her Space Holiday's The Young Machines this morning while I was having/making breakfast.

Mm: Dad asked me why I was listening to Muzak, since the first half of the first song didn't have any vocals. Thing is, it's got too much edge to be Muzak.
Mum: Yeah, I was thinking it didn't sound like any Muzak I'd ever heard. You can actually hear it.

But if you want to take that chance
then please just let me know
I set my glass down on the bar
Said "grab your coat let's go"

-You And Me, Her Space Holiday (It's actually the wrong album, but who's counting?)


-Mmaster
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[Jun. 18th, 2008|09:12 pm]
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[mood | giggly]
[music |We Didn't Start The Fire, Billy Joel]

[08:40:58 PM] Shoulder Angel: RAR!
[08:41:46 PM] Le Adder Noir: ARGH
[08:42:04 PM] Shoulder Angel: *giggles*
[08:42:10 PM] Shoulder Angel: How are you?
[08:42:56 PM] Le Adder Noir: meh
[08:42:56 PM] Le Adder Noir: u
[08:43:30 PM] Shoulder Angel: I have We Didn't Start The Fire stuck in my head
[08:43:44 PM] Shoulder Angel: And I found Lucksmiths music that I couldn't find
[08:43:53 PM] Shoulder Angel: And Chris gets back in three days
[08:44:01 PM] Shoulder Angel: And then I can play with K9
[08:44:06 PM] Shoulder Angel: And and and *bounces*
[08:44:12 PM] Le Adder Noir: oh dear
[08:44:37 PM] Shoulder Angel: *giggles*
[08:44:41 PM] Shoulder Angel: *squeaks*
[08:44:54 PM] Shoulder Angel: What have you been up to?
[08:44:59 PM] Le Adder Noir: how much sugar have u had?
[08:45:34 PM] Shoulder Angel: Coke at lunch
[08:45:38 PM] Shoulder Angel: And icecream just now
[08:45:47 PM] Shoulder Angel: But the Coke would be over with
[08:45:56 PM] Shoulder Angel: And the icecream wouldn't have kicked in yet
[08:46:08 PM] Shoulder Angel: :D
[08:46:47 PM] Le Adder Noir: :|
[08:46:49 PM] Le Adder Noir: that's just freay
[08:46:51 PM] Le Adder Noir: freaky
[08:47:13 PM] Shoulder Angel: *glomps*
[08:47:21 PM] Shoulder Angel: I has a Steson! :D


We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
Though we did ignite it
But we tried to fight it

I read of a drinking game where you'd take a drink every time you missed a name. I don't know how you'd keep up.

-Mmaster
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[Mar. 13th, 2008|11:54 pm]
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[mood | tired]
[music |Confessions Of A Futon Revolutionist, The Weakerthans]

The Weakerthans' lyrics make no sense, but I enjoy them.


Confessions of a Futon Revolutionist

Held like water in your shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. Ten to six or nine to five; trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means. Leave the apartment to buy alcohol. Hang our diplomas on the bathroom wall. Pick at the plaster chipped away, survey some stunning tooth decay, enlist the cat in the impending class-war. Let's lay our bad day down here, dear and make believe we're strong, or hum some protest song. Like maybe "We Shall Overcome Someday."

Overcome the stupid things we say. Say I needed more than this, say I needed one more kiss. We left that light on way too long now. Let's plant a bomb at City Hall and kill an MLA. We'll talk the night away. You call in sick, I'll quit the word-games that I play. I swear I way more than half believe it when I say that somewhere love and justice shine. Cynicism falls asleep. Tyranny talks to itself. Sappy slogans all come true. We forget to feed our fear.



...And now I should crash. I'm exhausted. Zzzz...
-Mmaster
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We've cracked. This is common knowledge. [Sep. 20th, 2007|02:04 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |I'll Do Whatever You Want, Memphis]

*Mm is reading a document Andrew has given to her to edit.
Mm: The first sentence: The development of the Teleponre Order Placement Ssystem was a lanong and arduous process that life of assisting developers. Andrew, your typing is interesting at 4am.
Andrew: What'd I do?
Mm: You spelled "arduous" correctly, but managed to mess up the word "long".
Andrew: Yes! I am the winner!
*Andrew does a victory lap of the room, then sits back down.
Andrew: What just happened?
James: You just had a blackout, didn't you?


Well I know it’s wrong to create a song
In the ashes of what we believe in
But I have a war to fight
And wrong or right
I’ll escape from what I was deceived in

-Mmaster
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You should come 'round, if you're not too busy; come 'round, and we'll throw the frisbee... [Sep. 9th, 2007|10:43 pm]
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[mood | good]
[music |Over My Head (Cable Car), The Fray]

Today the sun is shining and I feel a million dollars
And I don’t need reminding that I own eleven cents
The winter of my discount tent when we first met each other
Became the summer of the seventeenth dole payment
And we became best friends


Today was nice.

Dog training in the morning. Washed out enough that we didn't take money (so I didn't have to do anything), but dry enough that we could stick around for the full time plus coffee.

Afterwards, Chris swung past for a visit (after he got lost on the way, anyway). We watched an episode of Spooks, and Chicken Run, and last night's episode of Dr Who, and the "Regeneration" scene of the first season (so he had a better understanding of the episode). Then played video games until dinner time. :D! After dinner, I made a new pair of earrings to replace the one I lost.

Once I got on MSN, I had a conversation with Andrew about SDP tasks and where we're up to, and people who've done the wrong thing. I re-assured him that he was doing a good job, etc etc, and that his only mistake was "Assuming people would actually do the tasks they're expected to".

And now? It's eleven PM, and I have to do somebody else's SDP work in the morning. (Actually, I'm not bitter about it. Yet. Perhaps unusual.) So I'd best be heading to bed, I guess.

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind


-Mmaster
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I've woke up on one too many floors, but my favourite was yours... [Jun. 10th, 2007|09:53 pm]
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[mood | I'm not stressed... Yet.]
[music |Goodness Gracious, The Lucksmiths]

It finally stopped raining, after hitting varying states of deluge for the past several days straight. It was sprinkling this morning at Dog Training; we headed inside for a meeting, and when we came back out there was sunshine.


I got nothing accomplished today. *wrinkles nose* So what else is new?

I have essentially a week to learn three subjects. Yay, fun. *eyeroll*


To procrastinate, as previously noted, I've been picking up my SNES controller again. I don't know whether my skill with video games has improved since the mid nineties, but I don't remember the game being this easy... I got the hardest exit in the game with next to no effort.

...Admittedly, I'm being stymied at a castle at the moment, but I've been getting to the boss stage on that level as well, and just need to time my jumps better, I think.


The Lucksmiths' music is pretty. Rob, I have a sneaking suspicion you'd like them, though I don't know why, since they bear no resemblance to anything I remember you enjoying.
The Lucksmiths' The Cassingle Revival )


Anyway, I think I'll try and head to bed early, and get my sleeping patterns back to my normal cycle. Probably won't manage it, but whatever.
-Mmaster
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When you get The Black Box, THEN you can give geography lessons; until then, this man goes to Tahiti [May. 27th, 2007|07:50 pm]
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[mood | calm]
[music |There Is A Light That Never Goes Out, The Lucksmiths]

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never, never, want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Any more

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home
It's their home
And I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-tonne truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought "Oh god, my chance has come at last"
...But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn't ask

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never, never, want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Oh, I havent got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out

-There Is A Light That Never Goes Out, The Smiths

See? I told you it was a pretty song.

In other news, I have basically no content today. Linked lists are still defeating me, though Thomas' sample may help - if I can figure out how to fix the things he's intentionally broken. The code needs a few other changes, as well - most prominently to remove the global variable use. *shrugs*
...At least the assignment's due Friday, not Monday, like I first thought.

I have the Network Servers prac test tomorrow. I have no idea how that's going to go, so I've been trying not to think about it.

*looks at calendar* Hey, there was a Super Smash Tourney today that I didn't realise was on. *shrugs*

Chris and I are planning on watching lots of movies in quick succession in the days after exams finish. It's going to be fun.

Today I watched Sneakers, while hacking at my C code. I'd forgotten how much I purely adore that film. Dad came in and watched from halfway through. Examples of why I love it so:
[Abbott asks them what they want in return for the decryption chip]
Whistler: I want peace on earth and good will toward man.
Bernard Abbott: Oh, this is ridiculous.
Martin Bishop: He's serious.
Whistler: I want peace on earth and goodwill toward men.
Bernard Abbott: We're the United States Government! We don't deal with that sort of thing.

As I've said many times in the past, I'll forgive all sorts of things if it makes me laugh.

And now I will stop forcing you to read highly disconnected paragraphs, and go do something else, probably of questionable usefulness. How's AQ strike you, on that scale?
-Mmaster

EDIT: Oh, something I did forget to include:

Yesterday was spent visiting my grandmother, and taking her tech shopping. She's reasonably tech-savvy for an eighty-something year old who knows very little of what she's doing. Though she spends a lot of time holding a magnifying glass close to the screen and peering through it vaguely.

...Anyway, one of the places we visited was her semi-local Officeworks. (She claimed her local one was "Too small to be useful".) While we were there, we must have spent a good half hour chatting to one of the guys working there, who was helpful up and beyond the call of duty - even to the point of telling us to go to Dick Smith to buy the cable we wanted, since it would be half price (which it was). So he officially qualifies as "awesome".

Also, while we were there, I spent a lot of time drooling over assorted pieces of tech, in varying levels of seriousness.
* The NAS drive was very tempting, till they listed the price tag as about twice what I had expected (and since it was around twice the capacity we needed, I decided to search up the 500GB ones when we got home).
* The wireless routers were more of an "Ooh! Shiny!" thing than anything else - Internet in the lounge room has a certain vague appeal but is certainly not essential; I was perhaps more tempted because it meant I could finally update my console.
* The bottom-of-the-line Palm Pilot was somewhere between "Ooh, shiny" and serious. Having found a bunch of plain-text novels on the web (more than a gigabyte), having a small portable way of reading them is tempting. The price tag is moderate (Probably about $200, once you add on a case and stuff like that - equate to about ten novels and it would've paid for itself), but still a sizable amount to take out at once. I'll probably wait for the next time Seeker calls me back, and then splurge on it. I'm not sure whether it displays .docs, though - and at least some of the files are in that format (not that that's insurmountable); or even if it displays uploaded files at all.
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Lay me down in the bed that I made; starved for sleep by the shrill serenade... [Apr. 13th, 2007|09:59 pm]
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[mood | bored]
[music |What You Live By, Harvey Danger]

I spent the day scootering around five different locations in the Inner West. Since they've managed to reduce the hikes, it felt like I spent more time moving between locations (and trying to find suitable spots) than doing actual testing.

Content is lacking, so have some song lyrics.

Happiness Writes Write, Harvey Danger
Ariella, 7:30; I don't want to get up yet
Listen to the morning music, cursing the alarm you set
As you know, I've never been a praying man
I don't need a God to make me feel all right
But if you wonder why I never wrote you a song
It's because happiness writes white


I tried to put it into words, but the words just sound like mistakes
I tried to find a set of chords, but you know how long that takes me
I can't trust my fingers, I can't trust my tongue
The work is too important and we're no longer young after all
When I consider what you put up with, I'm amazed you still have skin
When I consider what you mean to me... It's everything

It's everything

Ariella, 11:30; I don't want to go to sleep
Turn the TV off, already; curse the hours we have to keep
As you know, I've never been a confident man:
I've been in the tall grass all my life
Until you came along; now, there's one less thing wrong
Even though happiness writes white


I know happiness writes white


It's bouncy and happy. And similar in theme to that song that whatsisface did as a closing number on Spicks that time that probably noone but me remembers. ...Yes.

And now, to attempt to gather my wits into a straight line. I need to either eat something, or attempt DSPP. ...Of course, I'll probably just read novels instead.
-Mmaster
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HAT! [Mar. 15th, 2007|03:47 pm]
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[mood | chipper]
[music |Japanese Gum, Her Space Holiday]

I BEAT THE STAPLER!

...The TechDesk had placed a massive, industrial-sized (20-120 sheets) stapler out for throw-out.

In a fit of boredom, I spent fifteen minutes or something prising out the jammed staples from the bottom. It now appears to work, though it did seem to drop a couple of extras on trial, so caution should probably be used.


And now, in order to pad out the (lack of) content of this entry somewhat, have some song lyrics...

Japanese Gum, Her Space Holiday )

-Mmaster
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[Feb. 14th, 2007|04:32 pm]
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[mood | bored]
[music |Letters To Noelle, Something Corporate (No, that isn't one)]

As promised... The meme. Today's rule breaks were mostly that I skipped tracks till I found ones you guys actually had half a chance of identifying - and restricted to one per artist.

01) Whenever we kiss, I get a feeling like this: I get a-wishin' there were two of you.
02) Caught by social evil, wasn't streetwise after all; was she there at all? - Pictures In The Mirror, The Living End (Shaun)
03) Acting on your best behaviour, turn your back on Mother Nature...
04) Big black boots, and long brown hair; she's so sweet with her 'get back' stare! - Are You Gonna Be My Girl, Jet (Shaun)
05) Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes; and she's gone... - Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, The Beatles (Dad)
06) It's a lie; kissed with open eyes, and she's not breathing back...
07) Animals and children tells the truth: they never lie. Which one is more human? ...There's a thought, now you decide. - The Animal Song, Savage Garden (Hailey)
08) We'll all be planning out a route we're gonna take real soon; we're waxin' down our surfboards, we can't wait for June...
09) And I wish I, wish I knew the right words to make you feel better, walk out of this place; and defeat them in your secret battle to show them you can be your own man again. - Blow Up The Pokies, The Whitlams (Hailey)
10) You drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola... - Lola, The Kinks (Hailey)
11) "Hang on to your hopes, my friends." That's an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away, simply pretend...
12) Well, now she's gone, even though I hold her tight; I lost my love, my life that night... - Last Kiss, best known by Pearl Jam (Shaun)
13) I haven't thought of you lately at all; if ever again, a greeting I send to you, short and sweet to the soul I intend. - We Used To Be Friends, The Dandy Warhols (Shaun)
14) You just have to wait; love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take... - Can't Hurry Love, The Supremes (Hailey)
15) Would you hold my hand if I saw you in Heaven? - Tears In Heaven, Eric Clapton (Shaun)
16) I own a set of shoulders that you came to rely on; like in that movie theatre, when you whispered in my ear "I almost didn't make it, this has been my hardest year".
17) My suitcase and guitar in hand; and every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one man band... - Homeward Bound, Simon & Garfunkel (Hailey, Dad)
18) Come up to meet you... Tell you "I’m sorry, you don’t know how lovely you are"; I had to find you, tell you I need you, tell you I set you apart...
19) I don't have as many friends, because I'm not as pretty as I was; I've kicked myself at times because I've lied...
20) All I really want's to be with you: feeling like I matter, too; if I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago, I might be here with you...


GUESS! ...And include numbers.
-Mmaster

EDIT: The answers are here.
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[Dec. 22nd, 2006|03:28 pm]
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[mood | random]
[music |Japanese Gum, Her Space Holiday]

I used to know this boy who took notes in a book
But he ripped out all the pages before I got a look
At all the words he scribbled, at all the lines he filled
But the ink stains on his fingers told me he was skilled
At capturing a feeling that most of us just miss
The simple pain of living, with goodbyes on our lips
I found one of the pages crumpled by her bed
And this is how it read

It's not like I am weak
Or that I don't know how to leave
It's just that every time you cheat
You bring me closer to defeat
Until there's nothing left to love
Until there's nothing left to say
I know that you need help
But even I can't save you from yourself

-Japanese Gum, Her Space Holiday


Parents and I went shopping today: Chatswood, then met my grandmother for lunch at Warriwood.

While we were at Chatswood, I popped in to see Steve from Gadget Central. I used to spend a fair bit of time hanging around when he worked at the Leichhardt store; but since it shut down, he's been transferred. It was entertaining; we caught up on what'd been going on.
They still have the Glow'n'Go hats, of which they have managed to sell a single unit throughout all instances of the chain anywhere. And now they have worse: a Singing Christmas Band, remote controlled, originally something like $45, now down to $15. There's a prize for the store that sells the most of them.
Some of his comments were... Interesting. Like him describing his son as "So special, he's in Anger Management at age 7". And noting that he now has a girlfriend with Multiple Personality Disorder; as he said, "This won't surprise you, since it's something that you know I'd do." Yeah, I know 'normal' people.

I have two cakes to bake today, but currently cannot be bothered moving. Zzzzzz....
-Mmaster
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Warning: I really have no idea what I'm talking about. [Sep. 25th, 2006|09:22 am]
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[mood | amused]
[music |We Will All Go Together When We Go, Tom Lehrer]

Something else I forgot to add from my wander around Sydney yesterday...

Both times that I passed through the bus area near Circular Quay, there was this guy with a microphone and speaker preaching about Jesus. He was claiming that "Soon there'll be nothing left, it will be World War Three: The war for Israel." (Incidentally, both times that I just tried to type "War", I typed "ware" instead.) He'd then rattle off a list of countries and claim that they were in line with the devil. And say that Allah wanted death and destruction.

This amused me, on several levels. Note: I haven't done any research into the following, and it may be wrong.

One, there was the whole "Israel is not the whole world" thing. I mean, yes, other countries may well be dragged into any war as a peacekeeping effort, but fundementally, who has control over it really doesn't have much to do with Australia.

Two, I was seriously tempted to start singing Tom Lehrer's We Will All Go Together When We Go. In fact, once I'd actually got past him, I started singing random lines from it. (The lyrics)


:D.
-Mmaster
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Love me, so I can be myself again; no, hate me, so things seem normal in my head... [Aug. 20th, 2006|12:36 pm]
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[music |Change, Mest]

*Repeated sound resembling a knife being sharpened
Doctors played your dosage like a card trick
And scrabbled down the hallways yelling "Yahtzee"
I brought books on Hopper in the Arctic
And something called "The Politics of Lonely"
A toothbrush and a quick pick with the floss
You tried not to roll your sunken eyes
And said "Hey can you help me, I can't reach it..."
Pointed to the camera in the ceiling
I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see
Turned to find you out of bed and kneeling
Before the nurses came, took you away
I stood there on that chair and watched you pray

-(Hospital Vespers) by The Weakerthans
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There was a girl I knew way back when who says she doesn't know me any more... [Aug. 5th, 2006|08:35 pm]
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[mood | bored]
[music |Truth Of My Youth, New Found Glory]

Man, I haven't listened to New Found Glory in too long.

This Disaster, New Found Glory )

Today was boring - and I failed to accomplish almost all of the things I was intending on doing. Sigh. I did, however, obtain David & Leigh Eddings' The Younger Gods (for twenty bucks :D:D:D:D:D), and Douglas Coupland's jPod. Now I just have to get the textbooks that I was actually intending on purchasing when I left the house.

There are my thoughts that are on my mind
Moments that haven't yet been defined
And I don't know if you could ever understand
These are the things I can't say when we're alone

-Mmaster
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A place we'll never want to call home: a place we'll call the final resting place in pieces... [Jun. 6th, 2006|10:35 am]
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[mood | blah]
[music |Dinner Party (All Night), Alkaline Trio]

I put it all on black
No colour you're all dressed in
And a stab in the back
Left you bleeding on the floor
And the mourning of death
The recent passing of your insides
I smile in regret
Everytime I think of how I spoke to you


I put it all in back
Of my mind where I hold you
I'm just trying to keep track
How far back it really goes
And I'm living in lack
Of the blood sent from the heavens
I'm just tryin to relax
As a killer's waiting right outside my door

What's black and white?
What's red all over?
This tired, bullet is.. organ donor

Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
It hasn't rained in years
I bring you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
Leave it to me, I'll remain free
From all the comforts home
And where that is, I'm pleased as pissed to say
I'll never really know

I put 'em all in black
The four walls of my bedroom
And I trimmed them in red
Peeled your picture off the wall
And I'm living in lack
Of the blood sent from your heartbeat
That arrived in your neck
Everytime I salivated over you

What's upside down?
What's coated in silver?
This crucifix is my four leaf clover


Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
It hasn't rained in years
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
Leave it to me, I'll remain free
From all the comforts home
And where that is, I'm pleased as pissed to say
I'll never really know

One of these days
It's gonna catch up to you
Throwin looks like those around
And one of these nights
I promise to you
I'll soon be sleeping sound
As soon as I leave town



...Yes, I'm bored. What made you ask? ...Come on, phone, charge, so I can leave!
-Mmaster
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She dances in a photograph; where it was good to joke and have a laugh... [May. 28th, 2006|10:02 pm]
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[mood | weird]
[music |To Youth (My Sweet Roisin Dubh), Flogging Molly]

I'm bored. I should go to bed. I haven't got to bed before midnight in like a week.

...I haven't accomplished much this weekend. My Accounting Assignment is now largely done, except for the fact that I have no idea how to make it balance - and neither does my father. It's now only three hundred dollars out, instead of almost twenty thousand, which I suppose is an improvement.

Coat!Tom would apparently prefer to be referred to as something else. From his list of suggestions, "God" is taken (I have far too many friends convinced of their own divinity - is that a bad sign?), and I can't actually spell his handle. So "Thomas" it is, I suppose. *Eyeroll* :P.

He is also attempting to convert me to metal. I respond with The Wombles. *Nodnod*

I did type out a potential flier thing for the Dog Training Club, in order to reduce the number of spiels we have to rattle off every Sunday.

I still haven't made all of the requested changes to the webpage - or uploaded what I have done. Right now I'm not in the mood for it.

Also not truly in the mood for learning Unix, but going to have to spend tomorrow doing so, given that I have a prac test in the afternoon. *Sigh*

Mreh. I'll stop this, and attempt to force myself to go to bed. Probably fail, but I'll try.

Stayed Richard and his court of Kings
He stole my heart and many other things
But me I took his crown
Wish he was here to steal it now


-Mmaster
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Tryin' to find a reason why the ones you trust are the ones that lie... [Mar. 13th, 2006|08:38 pm]
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[mood | cheerful]
[music |Chelsea, Mest]

Damn pressing weblinks by accident and hence losing entries.

This morning I didn't really do much. Certainly not as much as I could have done. I continued to remove things from my walls, swelling my globule of blu-tack to the approximate size of a tennis ball. I continued to tinker with the ACS website, sending off an email or two asking for advice about it. I attempted to help Liz figure out where she was going with the ICC assignment. I started up a NotesLJ, turned it from a community into a shared journal, added all Kunama's relevant entries to the memories, and populated the entries with my notes thus far.
By the time I'd done the above (as well as eaten breakfast and got dressed), I realised that it was almost 2PM, the time I'd intended to leave. So I packed up my stuff, put the dog outside, locked up the house, and headed out.

I arrived around 2:30. I wandered around for a half-hour or so, before messaging Kate to find out where she was. As it turned out, she was sitting behind me. *Eyeroll* I think she likes to do that. :P.

We wandered over to Building 10 and sat in the charcoal chairs. I spent some time skimming the FLOP DVDs, trying to find Argus and Stevie's act (which I eventually unearthed). We then had a large chat session: Kate and I, along with Andrew2, Justin2, Justin1, George, and assorted others.

Eventually, class time rolled around, so we all filed in. Ryan spent the first half going through the questions that I'd already completed - and then explaining how you were supposed to arrive at the answer. I realised that not everybody had the powers of 2 memorised to 4096, when other people had to convert 38 to binary before being able to judge how many bits would be required to represent it. I ended up having to show the girl sitting next to me how to complete most of the prac tasks, slowly and one at a time. In the last minutes of the lab, I edited the scripts they'd given us together, so that the thing added two numbers given to it together - simplistic, but I was proud of it.

Andrew2 tried to debate his status as "Number 2", but I'd already assigned him as such, so he was stuck with it... At least as far as I was concerned.

During the lecture, I played Monty Python & The Holy Grail on Tristian with the sound muted and subtitles; Justin1 kept quoting the film as we went along. I'll have to search up a small part of the lecture, but it stopped me going mental: "The Boolean AND gate only returns 'True' if both its inputs are true." Argh.

On the bus home, I sung various Mest songs I hadn't thought of in months, and felt nostalgic. And then I couldn't remember the start to any others, so I started on Tom Lehrer instead:
H is for my alma mater Harvard
C is Central, next stop on the line
K is for the cozy Kendal station
and C is Charles that overlooks the brine
P is Park... pak St, busy Boston centre
and W is Washington, you see...
Put them all together, they spell
HCK CPW *Sound of someone spitting*
Which is just about what Boston means to me!


When I got home, I received an email from Kate listing various Uni people's email addresses. Justin2 is now one of my private heroes for having chosen Althalus as his handle. Kate's intending on dragging us all away to James' grandparents for a long weekend of drinking or something... Uh... Right.

You say there's too much past with him
You can't throw it all away
But I say that the past is all you have with him
History means security...

-Mmaster
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Not much longer would you be mine, I heard it through the grapevine, & I'm about to lose my mind... [Jan. 3rd, 2006|09:29 pm]
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[mood | cheerful]
[music |I Heard It Through The Grapevine, Marvin Gaye]

Mum wants me to get a job. Therefore, today I got myself a conservative (and potential-employer-friendly) email address to apply to resumes. I got halfway through filling out the Woolworths application form, got bored, and went back to playing Flash games.

For dessert tonight, I made "Peach Pie"; except we had no peaches, so I made it with apricots. And it looks like no pie I've ever seen; basically, it's a sweet dough base, with fruit baked onto the the top of it, almost like a baked flan. It turned out surprisingly well, though, and ended up spreading more than I had expected it to.

(My MSN subname is set to "POWER TO THE BUNNY RABBITS!")
Mĩķēŷ Ťơơťš™ says:
BUNNY RABBITS
Shoulder Angel says:
lol
Shoulder Angel says:
i don't even remember what that was a quote from
Mĩķēŷ Ťơơťš™ says:
ahha
Shoulder Angel says:
i think it was some program that spewed out vitriolic rantings at the press of a button. it was highly amusing, nonetheless
Shoulder Angel says:
*Impudent grin*
Mĩķēŷ Ťơơťš™ says:
hahahaha
Shoulder Angel says:
try: http://wingercomics.com/blog/?p=23
Shoulder Angel says:
:P
Mĩķēŷ Ťơơťš™ says:
cheers
Mĩķēŷ Ťơơťš™ says:
LOLLOL
Mĩķēŷ Ťơơťš™ says:
someone on my msn list is listening to a song by eminem called "run rabbit run"
Shoulder Angel says:
i'm more left wing than right wing, but extremism on either side annoys/amuses me
Shoulder Angel says:
heh
Shoulder Angel says:
run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
he must get by without his rabbit pie
so run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run!
Mĩķēŷ Ťơơťš™ says:
lol



I oncce read a short story where this girl listens to Moonlight Sonata on repeat so many times that her mother breaks the record in two. Sometimes I feel like I'm like that with whichever happens to be the most recent track I've downloaded, even though my parents are nowhere near my room and hence unlikely to be annoyed by it. I can't find the repeat button, so when I think of it after I note the track finishing, I swap through to the program to hit Play again.

My room is an absolute shambles, and I really should tidy it up. But right now, I can't be bothered.

It's the Open Day for assorted universities tomorrow. I'm leaning towards turning up in my UTS tshirt, and seeing if I can successfully freak out the SPROUTS. That's what the student-helper people (generally first or second years) are named - it's some acronym or other, though neither I nor my father can remember what the "P.R.O." of it is supposed to indicate.


I betcha wondering how I knew
'Bout your plans to make me blue
With some other guy you knew before
Between the two of us guys, you know I love you more
It took me by surprise, I must say
When I found out yesterday
Don't you know that

I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
I heard it through the grapevine
And I'm about to lose my mind
Honey, honey, yeah

I know a man ain't supposed to cry
But these tears I can't hold inside
Losin' you would end my life you see
'Cause you mean that much to me
You could've told me yourself
That you loved someone else
Instead

I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
I heard it through the grapevine
I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey, yeah



:P.
-Mmaster
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