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
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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