Yes, thats right, another 60 seconds of weird. Instead of streaming words at you really quickly that make no sense, Im going to impressively end this quickly with just one statement. Sometimes life is a full box of fags, perfectly encased in plastic, so nice that you'd dream about them and drool. Sometimes though, its a tipped up ashtray all over your pants with 20 fag butts in it.
No need to applaud, though I am bowing.
1 minute of weirdness
I don't know.
And what I don't want to know I dont know anymore.
"Moving on, Moving on, Moving on" like a bad song stuck in my head at this stage.
Lost count of all the things that I wasnt supposed to do that weren't my fault.
Like "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" Doesnt stop the evil, it just stops it effecting you.
Or something. Or something. Good name for a rock opera. Ten seconds left in this minute... Squawk.
And what I don't want to know I dont know anymore.
"Moving on, Moving on, Moving on" like a bad song stuck in my head at this stage.
Lost count of all the things that I wasnt supposed to do that weren't my fault.
Like "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" Doesnt stop the evil, it just stops it effecting you.
Or something. Or something. Good name for a rock opera. Ten seconds left in this minute... Squawk.
Mp3
Hey hey again. Still getting used to flowing on this blog, you know, effective humorous bullshit in ten minutes or less? At the moment Im struggling with ideas, and I dont want to redesign, because then I'd be one of those custom blog losers, when all I want out of this blog is a random rant diary that I hope nobody ever reads. But yeah, have to have a quick mention to the main shit in my life right now, and that would have to be mp3's. Currently have upwards of 40 GB which is about a month and a week's worth of non-stop music. Not good not bad. But that collection has been modified, and has probably had about twice that amount at different times in the collection, due to constant deleting and reloading of a lot of really shit albums. Its always a matter of refining the collection, because often a random downloaded album collection is not going to make your mp3 collection any better. I'm talking about Beyonce, Christina, Bjork, and alanis. All the albums that no sane thinking non-moron would ever buy, but they're there in my collection. If I network my collection, and people look at it without knowing me, how can I explain why I have a Village People album? What do they think of me, when shuffling through Michelle Branch, Linkin Park and Limp Bizkit, and associating my good name with this flawed "music". MP3 pirating should be outlawed completely, because its making me look bad in front of people I will never meet, and giving Bjork fans the opportunity to get in touch with me as a similar enthusiast. Look, ok? I dont like bjork, I dont like make-up wearing guys, I dont like welsh people, and I definitely dont like you if you do. So if u are using my PC to download your pillow wank music, do it discretely, when I'm not doing something else more important, and definitely never ever get in touch with me about our mutual interest in Freak Icelandic Man-she's with a penchant for recording the internal sounds of horses being ass-screwed and then releasing as a 12 track concept album. Unless it's about the Doors or Led Zeppelin, keep your opinions to yourself, you fag. (Or alternatively, you could open a blog, and post a stilted one-sided scathing attack on something you actually know nothing about, though I wouldnt know anything about that.)
DownSide me!
Block your ears now.
Visualise a small part of the world, and then turn it upside down.
Lets say for example what I chose, an upside down bridge, with the river over your head, and the suspension holding you up spread out below you. This road is leading to an inverted castle,
in through the out door, down the up stairs, Step onto the bedroom cieling, And say, I am comfortable here. Say it three more times. Say it until you can see the cobwebs on the floor above your head, and see the window skewed and upside down looking out on the green earth falling from above to meet the blue sky down below, with the clouds at your feet, and birds landing just over you. Are you more comfortable here than a room full of new people? Why do you always turn your world upside down? Why not do it more?
Visualise a small part of the world, and then turn it upside down.
Lets say for example what I chose, an upside down bridge, with the river over your head, and the suspension holding you up spread out below you. This road is leading to an inverted castle,
in through the out door, down the up stairs, Step onto the bedroom cieling, And say, I am comfortable here. Say it three more times. Say it until you can see the cobwebs on the floor above your head, and see the window skewed and upside down looking out on the green earth falling from above to meet the blue sky down below, with the clouds at your feet, and birds landing just over you. Are you more comfortable here than a room full of new people? Why do you always turn your world upside down? Why not do it more?
Hey. I am getting completely, COMP-FUCKING_LETELY fed up with being so depressed for so long for what I can only really define as no reason. I have been a fully functional adult on this earth for let me see, about two years now, and I am already thrown into depression at where I see myself going, or not going in life. I have only just arrived as an adult! Up until I was at least 15, I never ever got depressed because I wasnt *winge* "Acheiving something"! Why start now, at the very start of the real race, why not go slow and steady, and take small little steps out into the world, break them down into manageabe shuffles that give me the option of looking around and maybe grabbing something I want out of live? Everyone is so gung-ho to get going, but they're not even realising that it is just history repeating itself. We always look forward to a future hoping it will be better purely because its not the present. Regardless of where we are, we're always looking to something else. And instead of someone saying, Hey, You stupid young bastard! You're a stupid young bastard, even if you fall into a good time by accident right now you wouldn't even recognise it, so calm the fuck down, leave fate alone and do your own thing for a little while, until you know who the hell you are and what you want out of life. I am fed up with "Love the questions, love the answers, love the adversity of life, love living, love learning and failing." What A load of TOTAL FUCKING ASTERISK! You probably all know what Im talking about, all those things that we have all started telling ourselves since leaving College, or since verging on leaving college, or leaving school or whatever. We feel bad, because we have no idea what to do. We suddenly realise that the college course we chose wont give us the job we want, or that it takes that much more work than you were expecting, or that you would rather work part time and have no responsibilities, or maybe all of the above, or maybe you've just suddenly realised that you're not going to be a rockstar or fashion designer, pro footballer or worlds greatest writer, actor, filmmaker or race car driver. These things take time to get over. Are we coming to terms with adulthood, or with disappointment, or with self-loathing, or with limiting our expectations. Surely we aren't happy accepting our limitations in society? So why are we getting depressed or angry and taking it out on ourselves? We either thrive under society's values or reject them. I dont want a shit job. I dont care too much about earning shit money, but I dont want to spend 40 hours a week having my soul sucked out through a straw inserted in a small metaphor in my neck. So why dont we just say no? Lets analyse it... We need to work for 40 hours at least every week, because? We need to make money money money above all else, even above happiness? Money isnt the source of happyness. Just cos thats what our parents have been telling us for 20 years doesnt mean that that is the case. We are brought up to be part of a generation and a movement that we couldnt possible care about. We should be pushing limits, Homo Ludens, further on towards the line of human self-actualisation. We were never meant for this post-Tayloristic reality! Come on! I dont care how many self help books I read, as long as I stay in this world, in Telecommunications industry world, or the IT universe, or anything to do with profiteering, there'll be a bad taste in my mouth.
Kinda hard to be down about Hunter thompson dying. something like "too crazy to live, too rare to die" being bullshit, because no matter how rare and wonderful a flower you are, it might at some point seem like a good idea to buy two bottles of JD and introduce mr. bullet to mr. temple. I dont really feel mortality from it, or like he learned any lessons from it either. He just seemed to live fast, die fast, and maybe that he had his own choice at the end, maybe he would have liked that. Maybe its the need of an icon to give one last piece of shock journalism to his critics. But who really cares. Why is it that every single drug writer starts out so hopeful, and revolutionary, and unique, and they all end up in a pool of blood vomit and shit on someone's floor, with half a head left and no more beautiful images to spout on about whilst supping from a bottle of strong acid and ranting at his weirdo friends. It just seems exciting that stories didnt occur to him, he went out and found them all. Right up until recently, he was taking investigatory journalism down the Lucy in the Sky route. Maybe he just went dry, finished up his last line, had nothing left in the tap, or maybe too long living too hard caught up with him. Either way, it seems obvous. We die young! It makes you think. Maybe drugs ARE bad. Maybe drugs are a depressant. Maybe writing is a depressant. Was drugs his life, and writing his release, or vice versa? Maybe its the fate of everyone who has been up to a certain height, that you suddenly realise how much lower they can go than the rest of us. Maybe Hunter just won the life limbo competition.
I have taken numerous pro-active steps so far. The car is now in my name, Im waiting on a call for my drivers license and I have checked insurance quotes. Other than that, I have had the worst stats of any team member in my job for the last three weeks, so theres another proactive step towards getting fired and getting another job, if even in a destructive way. Other than that I have been puzzling about paris, and what ever the hell I am gonna do there, but mostly I have just been desperate for a week off. I dunno what to do after that. A new job? A masters? Just getting out of the country? I wish I had a resolution of some sort, or knew what the hell I was doing or where I am going, but instead I'l just wait for my guitar to be fixed. Christina!!!!!!! WHY!!!???
Hello Nobody!
Just randomly decided to re-open the blog. Im tired, its been a long year so far, and Im currently in O2, on a sunday, since 9 o clock, working answering phones for a living. See now I can take this as a reference point for the first real day of 2005, and maybe then I can see where I am and who I am by the end of this. Im getting a car soon. Thats one of the major signs of adulthood for me, your own car. Now I just need, a cool job, a direction, a bit of fun, and the feeling in my stomach that I am a valid and useful member of society. I wonder how I'll do with these kinds of resolutions, those and giving up fags, drinking and the other fags (slowly but surely) , working out more, and getting out the hell fuck out of my current job. So thats my january snapshot, my status as to the beginning of 2005. Lets see how things change. Lets see how I make them change
Just randomly decided to re-open the blog. Im tired, its been a long year so far, and Im currently in O2, on a sunday, since 9 o clock, working answering phones for a living. See now I can take this as a reference point for the first real day of 2005, and maybe then I can see where I am and who I am by the end of this. Im getting a car soon. Thats one of the major signs of adulthood for me, your own car. Now I just need, a cool job, a direction, a bit of fun, and the feeling in my stomach that I am a valid and useful member of society. I wonder how I'll do with these kinds of resolutions, those and giving up fags, drinking and the other fags (slowly but surely) , working out more, and getting out the hell fuck out of my current job. So thats my january snapshot, my status as to the beginning of 2005. Lets see how things change. Lets see how I make them change
Roars of triumph echo
As the future stretches on.
We feel like we have time to ride,
This precious lifeline, on and on.
But already this triumph is weakened by time,
So close to the end but with little to gain,
We sit and reflect and reason and rhyme,
What shame on our shoulders makes timeless again.
Take me home but there is none.
Or let me watch as it tumbles on down.
And weep in the ashes of happiness
Of the joy that's destroyed that surrounds.
Or, in other words,
Fuck shit bollucks bollucks cunt shit wank wank wank.
As the future stretches on.
We feel like we have time to ride,
This precious lifeline, on and on.
But already this triumph is weakened by time,
So close to the end but with little to gain,
We sit and reflect and reason and rhyme,
What shame on our shoulders makes timeless again.
Take me home but there is none.
Or let me watch as it tumbles on down.
And weep in the ashes of happiness
Of the joy that's destroyed that surrounds.
Or, in other words,
Fuck shit bollucks bollucks cunt shit wank wank wank.
In the event that everyone we know is re-incarnated and they happen to return as fruit or vegetable, the following are my suggestions as to the vegetable that you would be most comfortable being:
Cormac : Potato
Cian : Broccoli
Sarah Lyons: Grape
Marie : Blackberry
Diane : Red Apple
Nick: Tomato / Kiwi fruit
Kevin : Gherkin
Sarah : Peach
Roni : Red Chilli Pepper
Hamish : Aubergine
Cormac : Potato
Cian : Broccoli
Sarah Lyons: Grape
Marie : Blackberry
Diane : Red Apple
Nick: Tomato / Kiwi fruit
Kevin : Gherkin
Sarah : Peach
Roni : Red Chilli Pepper
Hamish : Aubergine
A square shaft of bright light over
The calm rants of the crazy gone.
The best poetry in the world
Flies on the back of fire-flies.
And we can never follow
What flies in the trail of fire-flies.
I am higher than all of you.
I am higher than all of you.
I am higher than all of you.
This is a wave.
What’s happening to you
Outside reality theres the infinity
One or everything.
It’s a word that doesn’t describe anything
I am outside of all balance.
I want to touch you, your face.
There’s such a strong electric current.
Deeper breaths for a deeper grave.
Like sweet waves in a whirlpool,
Hitting softer and harder but always pulling me in.
I feel like I’m being electrocuted.
Or falling into a timewarp.
But it’s not bad. It’s another part of the trip.
Is that a book. Something to read?
On the back of fire flies my words fly,
Away and are floating, but you can’t read them.
I’m hidden behind them.
So many fucked up smiling faces.
So many colours. Light patches.
My back is rattled. I want to keep on.
I’m so warm. Can I touch?
He’s gonna blow. He’s gonna blow.
I know any second he’s gonna blow.
We’re in the heat of the calm.
It’s just about to explode in all of our faces.
The atrophy is spreading.
I’ll try not to breathe and see what happens.
Explosion.
I’ve lost control.
It’s such a free vice, but its gonna fall.
My tongue is tied. I think it’s good..
The calm rants of the crazy gone.
The best poetry in the world
Flies on the back of fire-flies.
And we can never follow
What flies in the trail of fire-flies.
I am higher than all of you.
I am higher than all of you.
I am higher than all of you.
This is a wave.
What’s happening to you
Outside reality theres the infinity
One or everything.
It’s a word that doesn’t describe anything
I am outside of all balance.
I want to touch you, your face.
There’s such a strong electric current.
Deeper breaths for a deeper grave.
Like sweet waves in a whirlpool,
Hitting softer and harder but always pulling me in.
I feel like I’m being electrocuted.
Or falling into a timewarp.
But it’s not bad. It’s another part of the trip.
Is that a book. Something to read?
On the back of fire flies my words fly,
Away and are floating, but you can’t read them.
I’m hidden behind them.
So many fucked up smiling faces.
So many colours. Light patches.
My back is rattled. I want to keep on.
I’m so warm. Can I touch?
He’s gonna blow. He’s gonna blow.
I know any second he’s gonna blow.
We’re in the heat of the calm.
It’s just about to explode in all of our faces.
The atrophy is spreading.
I’ll try not to breathe and see what happens.
Explosion.
I’ve lost control.
It’s such a free vice, but its gonna fall.
My tongue is tied. I think it’s good..
Rancour lives with me.
With cold stares when I look away.
And he won't leave.
So...
we get to talking each day.
I found him hidden
under old clothes and memories.
Talking about the rain,
that was slicing through the trees.
He seems to like slow music,
And talk of times past,
And how I've led myself away,
And how I'm coming last.
at worst there's hell and fire,
At best a tear and tale,
And drink to drain temptation,
tempt planning not to fail.
He talks some crazy eulogy,
drinking, time and then,
And his voice can draw blood from me,
though he's so softly spoken.
He's lived with me since childhood,
And every year he grows,
And every time I stumble,
He laughs to let me know.
But in me he is a poet,
In him I am disease
until the heat falls from my name,
And he can be released.
With cold stares when I look away.
And he won't leave.
So...
we get to talking each day.
I found him hidden
under old clothes and memories.
Talking about the rain,
that was slicing through the trees.
He seems to like slow music,
And talk of times past,
And how I've led myself away,
And how I'm coming last.
at worst there's hell and fire,
At best a tear and tale,
And drink to drain temptation,
tempt planning not to fail.
He talks some crazy eulogy,
drinking, time and then,
And his voice can draw blood from me,
though he's so softly spoken.
He's lived with me since childhood,
And every year he grows,
And every time I stumble,
He laughs to let me know.
But in me he is a poet,
In him I am disease
until the heat falls from my name,
And he can be released.
This is all you need in your pockets to have a fun life:
Left jacket pocket: Watch made out of candy. Blue pen.
Right jacket pocket: White rizla, red rizla, green swan and red swan. One whammy bar. One twix. One snickers.
Inside jacket pocket: Whiskey / beer / anything stash. Being a skobe I find I like to use coke bottles for my alcohol.
Left trousers pocket: Phone Keys Cigarettes timetable and two lighters.
Right trouser pocket: Wallet, spare packet of skins, loose change, 4 picks.
Things you could attempt to fold down into your pocket to have more fun life:
Girls
Guitars
Every playboy centrefold since 1965.
A keg.
2 kegs.
2 kegs and a litre of whiskey.
A Poitin stil.
A sky scraper (impresses girls to have 129 storeys in your trouser pocket)
More pockets.
Left jacket pocket: Watch made out of candy. Blue pen.
Right jacket pocket: White rizla, red rizla, green swan and red swan. One whammy bar. One twix. One snickers.
Inside jacket pocket: Whiskey / beer / anything stash. Being a skobe I find I like to use coke bottles for my alcohol.
Left trousers pocket: Phone Keys Cigarettes timetable and two lighters.
Right trouser pocket: Wallet, spare packet of skins, loose change, 4 picks.
Things you could attempt to fold down into your pocket to have more fun life:
Girls
Guitars
Every playboy centrefold since 1965.
A keg.
2 kegs.
2 kegs and a litre of whiskey.
A Poitin stil.
A sky scraper (impresses girls to have 129 storeys in your trouser pocket)
More pockets.
Hewwo.
I know nothing about computers.
But every day they make me walk up three flights of stairs to look out a window watching a load of cars park.
And soon they won't let me visit cancer town any more. It's my most beloved of all towns.
I don't really care, it looks like they're giving me a great big degree in it. I mean the fridge. I mean I.T.
Whoopeeee!!!!!
I think other semesters I have been trying to settle into the semester, I think this one Im trying to settle into life after college. But I dont think that I will fundamentally do anything. Not anything responsible anyway.
I know nothing about computers.
But every day they make me walk up three flights of stairs to look out a window watching a load of cars park.
And soon they won't let me visit cancer town any more. It's my most beloved of all towns.
I don't really care, it looks like they're giving me a great big degree in it. I mean the fridge. I mean I.T.
Whoopeeee!!!!!
I think other semesters I have been trying to settle into the semester, I think this one Im trying to settle into life after college. But I dont think that I will fundamentally do anything. Not anything responsible anyway.
CHello folkses.
Did u know that they have to build the boat house?
Apparently if it gets voted in, it has to be done unless they have another referendum!
For the benefit of four clubs.
And why does a mountain bike club want a boat house?
And does the Sub Aqua club even exist?
You know that noise when the scientist turns into the Hulk?
Something along the lines of MAFUFANGHHHHAAAARRRRR!
They're all like rats on a sinking ship, running to shore, hoping to not be blamed for gnawing through the hull.
I'm sure it's nobody's fault. I mean even Animal Farm ended badly, right?
The SU building always reminded me of a ginger bread house anyway. I never knew why so many undesirable elements were sustained. I mean, the ridiculousness of actually choosing hours of meaningless preparation for pointless events, the wasted hours at meeting after meeting, day after day, until it's a day before the exams and you can't study, cos you're busy crepe papering the man size model of the Pres that they're carrying from UL to fatima to honour his eternal greatness.. I mean those things are ridiculous, have you ever been at one? It's just student politics, it's all fun and games till someone loses 180 quajillion dollars.
`I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly: `but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.'
`Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle.
`No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: `explanations take such a dreadful time.'
Did u know that they have to build the boat house?
Apparently if it gets voted in, it has to be done unless they have another referendum!
For the benefit of four clubs.
And why does a mountain bike club want a boat house?
And does the Sub Aqua club even exist?
You know that noise when the scientist turns into the Hulk?
Something along the lines of MAFUFANGHHHHAAAARRRRR!
They're all like rats on a sinking ship, running to shore, hoping to not be blamed for gnawing through the hull.
I'm sure it's nobody's fault. I mean even Animal Farm ended badly, right?
The SU building always reminded me of a ginger bread house anyway. I never knew why so many undesirable elements were sustained. I mean, the ridiculousness of actually choosing hours of meaningless preparation for pointless events, the wasted hours at meeting after meeting, day after day, until it's a day before the exams and you can't study, cos you're busy crepe papering the man size model of the Pres that they're carrying from UL to fatima to honour his eternal greatness.. I mean those things are ridiculous, have you ever been at one? It's just student politics, it's all fun and games till someone loses 180 quajillion dollars.
`I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly: `but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.'
`Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle.
`No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: `explanations take such a dreadful time.'
To whom it may concern,
The final draft version of the Boathouse Memorandum of Understanding
between ULSU and UL is available for viewing in the offices of Gemma
Nolan, Class Reps Development Officer and Paul Lee, Clubs & Societies
Development Officer. The memorandum has been agreed between
representatives of the Students' Union, the 4 Clubs involved in the
Boathouse Project namely the Kayak, Rowing, Mountain Bike & Sub Aqua
Clubs and with representatives of the office of John O'Connor, Vice
President Administration & Secretary of UL. The memorandum has been
ratified by ULSU Executive Committee. The memorandum outlines the
process by which the design & construction of the Boathouse should
proceed. It also covers financial, management and administration of the
boathouse.
The memorandum will remain on view until 5pm Friday 20th, February 2003
after which the parties involved will consider any submissions or
omissions that have been brought forward by members of the Student
Population. After these issues have been dealt with the memorandum will
be signed by representatives of the Students' Union and the University
unless a further re draft of the Memorandum is necessary.
This memorandum is the result to date of the decision by UL Students to
endorse a funding plan by way of referendum in April 2003 for the
Construction of a Boathouse on the banks of the Shannon at UL.
Thanks,
Slán,
Eoin Ó Broin
President,
Students' Union,
University of Limerick,
Limerick.
Phone: + 353 - 61 - 202326
Fax: + 353 - 61 - 213476
e-mail: supresident@ul.ie
web: www.ulsu.ul.ie
Ahahahahahhha
It's not like they put these idiots in charge of millions of pounds of misappropriated student funds.
I cannot believe they're still building it.
Fucking idiot rower nazi's can they not just fucking build a raft, it was good enough for Robinson Crusoe, and he didn't have no gold plated boat house, or no horsey looking bitch of no rower's girlfriend.
The final draft version of the Boathouse Memorandum of Understanding
between ULSU and UL is available for viewing in the offices of Gemma
Nolan, Class Reps Development Officer and Paul Lee, Clubs & Societies
Development Officer. The memorandum has been agreed between
representatives of the Students' Union, the 4 Clubs involved in the
Boathouse Project namely the Kayak, Rowing, Mountain Bike & Sub Aqua
Clubs and with representatives of the office of John O'Connor, Vice
President Administration & Secretary of UL. The memorandum has been
ratified by ULSU Executive Committee. The memorandum outlines the
process by which the design & construction of the Boathouse should
proceed. It also covers financial, management and administration of the
boathouse.
The memorandum will remain on view until 5pm Friday 20th, February 2003
after which the parties involved will consider any submissions or
omissions that have been brought forward by members of the Student
Population. After these issues have been dealt with the memorandum will
be signed by representatives of the Students' Union and the University
unless a further re draft of the Memorandum is necessary.
This memorandum is the result to date of the decision by UL Students to
endorse a funding plan by way of referendum in April 2003 for the
Construction of a Boathouse on the banks of the Shannon at UL.
Thanks,
Slán,
Eoin Ó Broin
President,
Students' Union,
University of Limerick,
Limerick.
Phone: + 353 - 61 - 202326
Fax: + 353 - 61 - 213476
e-mail: supresident@ul.ie
web: www.ulsu.ul.ie
Ahahahahahhha
It's not like they put these idiots in charge of millions of pounds of misappropriated student funds.
I cannot believe they're still building it.
Fucking idiot rower nazi's can they not just fucking build a raft, it was good enough for Robinson Crusoe, and he didn't have no gold plated boat house, or no horsey looking bitch of no rower's girlfriend.
I got a record player yesterday!
And a few old 45's as well.
Found it for 15 yoyo in a second hand store, and have been smiling like a fool ever since.
I think the truly cool thing about vinyl is how much they were loved. I mean, a cassette is a medium through which to play music, but people don't really give a shit about tapes, throw them anywhere, lose them easily, record Mariah carey albums on them...
Something about records just says "Mind me, you inferior layer of smegma just below the cock of life." And Im pretty sure everyone to fuck hates CD's. I hate the shit right out of CD's. Cos they're just that smidgen too fidgety.
Of course you need CD's for CD quality sound, but they scratch, and skip, and tend to suck, and be small. And in terms of music they were a step backward. Remember when you couldnt copy CD's? Yeah, that whole 15 years there. My first CD player didn't even have a fast forward button. How is that an advance in technology, for fuck sake? You can record from tape to tape immediately at your own HiFi, and yet everyone assumes they are inferior, right? And the speakers sucked, and the radio broke, and the twin tape decks never worked properly in the first place. And have you ever burned a really cool CD-r and then when you wanted to listen to it it just didn't work, for no apparent reason. When did a tape not ever work for no apparent reason? When your brother accidentally ingested it, and when it worked it's way around, he did his business into a flamey pit and then ran over it 17 times with a steam roller, and it would probably still play.
Of course, the things I hate about CD's I love about records now. If you drop one, it will more than likely shatter, along with many of my dreams. Just holding a record seems to imply that you are doing it damage. And I love having a musical outlet that just seems to exist to smugly frighten me. They get scratched through repeated playing, and where the fuck does anyone even get LP's anymore? But just holding a record feels right. Wobbly, scary, and unearthly, but right. When Led Zeppelin recorded 4 they did it on vinyl for vinyl. With a big huge picture, and a record to flip over, with that amazing vinyl sound, a fuzzy roar. My speakers sound a little like there's a fucking lion in the next room with a particular interest in wearing my nuts as earrings. But, at the same time, in the grand scheme of the world, and life, and evolution, time and space, I suppose the difference between CD's tapes and LP's doesnt really matter. Im just hip happy cos I got a record player for 15 euro.
You know how to fast forward a record? You nudge the arm forward.
And a few old 45's as well.
Found it for 15 yoyo in a second hand store, and have been smiling like a fool ever since.
I think the truly cool thing about vinyl is how much they were loved. I mean, a cassette is a medium through which to play music, but people don't really give a shit about tapes, throw them anywhere, lose them easily, record Mariah carey albums on them...
Something about records just says "Mind me, you inferior layer of smegma just below the cock of life." And Im pretty sure everyone to fuck hates CD's. I hate the shit right out of CD's. Cos they're just that smidgen too fidgety.
Of course you need CD's for CD quality sound, but they scratch, and skip, and tend to suck, and be small. And in terms of music they were a step backward. Remember when you couldnt copy CD's? Yeah, that whole 15 years there. My first CD player didn't even have a fast forward button. How is that an advance in technology, for fuck sake? You can record from tape to tape immediately at your own HiFi, and yet everyone assumes they are inferior, right? And the speakers sucked, and the radio broke, and the twin tape decks never worked properly in the first place. And have you ever burned a really cool CD-r and then when you wanted to listen to it it just didn't work, for no apparent reason. When did a tape not ever work for no apparent reason? When your brother accidentally ingested it, and when it worked it's way around, he did his business into a flamey pit and then ran over it 17 times with a steam roller, and it would probably still play.
Of course, the things I hate about CD's I love about records now. If you drop one, it will more than likely shatter, along with many of my dreams. Just holding a record seems to imply that you are doing it damage. And I love having a musical outlet that just seems to exist to smugly frighten me. They get scratched through repeated playing, and where the fuck does anyone even get LP's anymore? But just holding a record feels right. Wobbly, scary, and unearthly, but right. When Led Zeppelin recorded 4 they did it on vinyl for vinyl. With a big huge picture, and a record to flip over, with that amazing vinyl sound, a fuzzy roar. My speakers sound a little like there's a fucking lion in the next room with a particular interest in wearing my nuts as earrings. But, at the same time, in the grand scheme of the world, and life, and evolution, time and space, I suppose the difference between CD's tapes and LP's doesnt really matter. Im just hip happy cos I got a record player for 15 euro.
You know how to fast forward a record? You nudge the arm forward.
Oh how absently mindedly wise one can be when trying to avoid working on one's FYP.
Have been snooping around live journals for a while.
I am intrigued.
Pretty much got this blog here to beatch and moan, and it turns out thats the ONLY thing blogs, bloggers, journals and live journals are actually for. But that isnt good, because everyone is off on their own, bitching and moaning, like you do, but now they have friends lists, so your friends can bitch and moan about your bitchy moan in the first place. That's bitchy moan squared. and bitchy moan squared equals no shagging for anyone who owns a blog or live journal.
With that in mind
Have been snooping around live journals for a while.
I am intrigued.
Pretty much got this blog here to beatch and moan, and it turns out thats the ONLY thing blogs, bloggers, journals and live journals are actually for. But that isnt good, because everyone is off on their own, bitching and moaning, like you do, but now they have friends lists, so your friends can bitch and moan about your bitchy moan in the first place. That's bitchy moan squared. and bitchy moan squared equals no shagging for anyone who owns a blog or live journal.
With that in mind
Hmmmm...... I do like to read mr. Wilson, its just sometimes, all the words fall out of the pages, and start flying, and bugger me if I wasnt nearly killed by a conjunction last night.
How come nobody ever answers these polls when they're in the middle of a Bit of Koontz or Grisham as I know we all have done. Kinda an internet extension. Surely everyone knows that they are a different person online. Its a difference between speech and writing. At least writing always has a chance to be pre-meditated, so we get lots and lots of really smart answers to polls from people who want to be perceived a certain way. I dunno. Everyone notices all the time how people react differently in a chat room than when they're in the "real" world. Is that because everyone on the internet has an agenda of some sort? Or that the internet connects with a mass subconscious depression? Or that the spoken word releases one part of our mind, and the written word another?
If you view the human brain as a limited capacity processor, then we take it that different parts of the brain are stimulated by different combinations of synapses and dendrites, so we would reactly to someone writing to us to tell us to go fuck ourselves, and someone ringing us to tell us to go fuck ourselves.
If you hear someone speak in person you see their heart, how they are, how they think, how they react. If you see someone's post on the internet, there are no lines to read between, either you say something or you don't. and too many people have an agenda to portray themselves in a certain way, because we're all put in a position to act like that at that certain time. If you're feeling sensitive and misunderstood and loathed, you can log on to sensitiveMisunderstoodAndLoathed.com and post away. If you're feeling sensitive and misunderstood and loathed in a bar in limerick, you are probably about to have a stool wrapped around your teeth.
*tired of all these faces*
nik.
`I only wish I had such eyes,' the King remarked in a fretful tone. `To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!'
How come nobody ever answers these polls when they're in the middle of a Bit of Koontz or Grisham as I know we all have done. Kinda an internet extension. Surely everyone knows that they are a different person online. Its a difference between speech and writing. At least writing always has a chance to be pre-meditated, so we get lots and lots of really smart answers to polls from people who want to be perceived a certain way. I dunno. Everyone notices all the time how people react differently in a chat room than when they're in the "real" world. Is that because everyone on the internet has an agenda of some sort? Or that the internet connects with a mass subconscious depression? Or that the spoken word releases one part of our mind, and the written word another?
If you view the human brain as a limited capacity processor, then we take it that different parts of the brain are stimulated by different combinations of synapses and dendrites, so we would reactly to someone writing to us to tell us to go fuck ourselves, and someone ringing us to tell us to go fuck ourselves.
If you hear someone speak in person you see their heart, how they are, how they think, how they react. If you see someone's post on the internet, there are no lines to read between, either you say something or you don't. and too many people have an agenda to portray themselves in a certain way, because we're all put in a position to act like that at that certain time. If you're feeling sensitive and misunderstood and loathed, you can log on to sensitiveMisunderstoodAndLoathed.com and post away. If you're feeling sensitive and misunderstood and loathed in a bar in limerick, you are probably about to have a stool wrapped around your teeth.
*tired of all these faces*
nik.
`I only wish I had such eyes,' the King remarked in a fretful tone. `To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!'
Yeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaawwwwwww.
Let's go n shoot us some injuns tonto.
OK Mr. Ranger.
Apparently the ULSU is 180 quajillion euro in debt.
Do you know why they are 180 quajillion euro in debt?
BECAUSE THEY ARE A BUNCH OF MORONS.
Let's see. We started off last year and O'broin got sworn in under a storm about pubs closing and opening that he helped create. "O' Broin saves tha Stables" was one of the posters on the election day as far as I can remember.
If one of the planes on september 11 missed one of the twin towers cos the pilot was dumb, would that mean that the pilot saved one of the towers? No. It would mean that he's such a fucking idiotic fuckwit that he couldnt even fuck up right.
This was after doing the same thing that the ULSU always do and using underhand tactics to let ridiculous things pass. Come on, actually making people, reasonable sane humans, to vote over whether some jars of coffee get kicked out of a shop that nobody buys anything in anyway, because they never have fags or skins. And then the boathouse thing. All those club morons telling us to vote so that they can have a fucking ivory tinted boathouse to store all their oars in and take their girlfriends to. The college was so apathetic to that that had it not been slid in as a 2nd part to the election, then they would never have got necessary numbers to pass that ridiculous nonsense.
Lets put it into context. They made us vote to make them feel better. They basically wanted their fucking boat hole, so they asked us to ease their fucked up little nazi minds. And they asked us whether it was ok to take money off students that aren't even here to vote about how the fucking stupid SU is going to spend their money. That's right SU, its not your fucking money, though nobody in there could probably even count it if it were, it's the student's money, and it's your job to spend it to better the lives of students around UL. What the fuck is a boat house gonna do for me?
Yeah, the ENTS crew does a great job, and an Focal and comm is spot on, particularly good considering how the rest of the SU has more testicles than braincells, but why is the whole system based on the ridiculous bureaucracy that has marred UL's good name ever since we entered this astoundingly shit Downer era.
So now we have some of the most dedicated and committed people who are working really hard to try and get things done for students. But at the same time, you have braindead drooling slackjawed loosebowelled dipsticks with their fingers on the buttons, coming up with plan after plan to sidetrack progress, slow things down a little bit, and make sure that nothing good ever happens without at least 4 semesters worth of discussion, and twenty five trees worth of paperwork and a hell of a lot of guilt and bad feeling. Ask not what the SU can do for you, ask where the President's office is, and if he's managed to get kerosene and matches banned from the campus yet.
Let's go n shoot us some injuns tonto.
OK Mr. Ranger.
Apparently the ULSU is 180 quajillion euro in debt.
Do you know why they are 180 quajillion euro in debt?
BECAUSE THEY ARE A BUNCH OF MORONS.
Let's see. We started off last year and O'broin got sworn in under a storm about pubs closing and opening that he helped create. "O' Broin saves tha Stables" was one of the posters on the election day as far as I can remember.
If one of the planes on september 11 missed one of the twin towers cos the pilot was dumb, would that mean that the pilot saved one of the towers? No. It would mean that he's such a fucking idiotic fuckwit that he couldnt even fuck up right.
This was after doing the same thing that the ULSU always do and using underhand tactics to let ridiculous things pass. Come on, actually making people, reasonable sane humans, to vote over whether some jars of coffee get kicked out of a shop that nobody buys anything in anyway, because they never have fags or skins. And then the boathouse thing. All those club morons telling us to vote so that they can have a fucking ivory tinted boathouse to store all their oars in and take their girlfriends to. The college was so apathetic to that that had it not been slid in as a 2nd part to the election, then they would never have got necessary numbers to pass that ridiculous nonsense.
Lets put it into context. They made us vote to make them feel better. They basically wanted their fucking boat hole, so they asked us to ease their fucked up little nazi minds. And they asked us whether it was ok to take money off students that aren't even here to vote about how the fucking stupid SU is going to spend their money. That's right SU, its not your fucking money, though nobody in there could probably even count it if it were, it's the student's money, and it's your job to spend it to better the lives of students around UL. What the fuck is a boat house gonna do for me?
Yeah, the ENTS crew does a great job, and an Focal and comm is spot on, particularly good considering how the rest of the SU has more testicles than braincells, but why is the whole system based on the ridiculous bureaucracy that has marred UL's good name ever since we entered this astoundingly shit Downer era.
So now we have some of the most dedicated and committed people who are working really hard to try and get things done for students. But at the same time, you have braindead drooling slackjawed loosebowelled dipsticks with their fingers on the buttons, coming up with plan after plan to sidetrack progress, slow things down a little bit, and make sure that nothing good ever happens without at least 4 semesters worth of discussion, and twenty five trees worth of paperwork and a hell of a lot of guilt and bad feeling. Ask not what the SU can do for you, ask where the President's office is, and if he's managed to get kerosene and matches banned from the campus yet.
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