Wow...

Wow, so this has been a pretty angsty emo blog so far... especially that last post, wow. Though I guess it still has a bit of my pretentious film critic crap in it too, hahaha.

Anyways, that's most of what I had to say. Although I guess I can say something positive/mildly constructive, too... Maybe I'll change my template sometime too... Oh the possibilities.

Anyways, (to start a sentence in my typically dismissively casual way) I've been really into this one webcomic, http://www.xkcd.com/ even though it's a lot of emo stuff, and the rest of it is Internet/pop culture/science/programming/language/math/weird humour... But yeah, I love it! It's got some fantastic comics, though lots of people don't get most of them. Which I guess makes me a bit of a pretentious indie kid. Oh great, I've made a slight genre-hop. Oh well... I guess all that's left to say is... well, here are some pearls that I've got in their archives!
Oh, and make sure you hover your mouse pointer over the pics too, it's usually got some kind of addition to the joke that's just brilliant! (Firefox sometimes cuts off the end of it, you can see it all if you right-click and open properties, or lay down your open-source pretention and use Internet Explorer, those evil bastards...)

Anyways...:

http://www.xkcd.com/c231.html "Cat proximity" <--Hilarious, and good for starters http://www.xkcd.com/c245.html "Floor tiles" <--I'm sure we've all done this http://www.xkcd.com/c55.html "Useless" <-- kinda a mathy one, but more emo http://www.xkcd.com/c200.html "Bill Nye" <-- well, it's a Bill Nye joke! http://www.xkcd.com/c180.html "Canada" <-- and now a Canada one!! And an implied Matrix reference, too!
http://www.xkcd.com/c135.html "Substitute" <-- Raptor humour, worth every bit of reading, silly stuff
http://www.xkcd.com/c87.html "Velociraptors" <--another raptor one, for measure http://www.xkcd.com/c186.html "Console Lines" <-- PlayStation/XBox vs Wii demographics
http://www.xkcd.com/c242.html "The Difference" <--a truly good time, a science-y one http://www.xkcd.com/c163.html "Donald Knuth" <-- comp sci one http://www.xkcd.com/c182.html "Nash" <-- a mathematician joke... I can feel your interest waning or lost...
http://www.xkcd.com/c225.html "Open Source" <-- a parting comp sci one, for all of you in CSC 360(of whom none are looking at this, I'm sure)

So yeah! Good times!

Musings of Succubi within my Lethargic Mind

So it's another late night in the works, and I just finished watching "The Devil's Advocate" again. I find it a very fascinating, horrifying, and frightening film; Al Pacino makes a slimy Satan, and Keanu Reeves is a pretty good poster boy for the/we tempted. This film says a bit about our self-serving drives as well as the folly of some of our modern/postmodern beliefs and convictions. I think it particularly takes aim at our hedonistic inclinations, our constant craving for pleasure and satisfaction.

I really don't know what more I want to say, but let me finish by saying that the Rolling Stones is all the more frightening to me after this movie. I love/am fascinated by a couple of their songs at least, especially "Sympathy for the Devil" and "Paint it Black" (the latter song being the predominant track in the credits of the aforementioned movie). They just seem very subversive and tainted to me. I'm not sure why, but the combination of the catchy melody of Sympathy and its lyrics gives me the same frightened feeling as Al Pacino, in the fact that it's this really neat, catchy, fun song supposedly narrated by Satan himself. With honey dripping from his lips, aiming for easy justification of his nature by providing entertainment (that didn't come out right, but I've never been able to properly explain myself in this climate). And Paint it Black is just a very haunting song as well, describing this altered state of mind in which everything he percieves is perverted into something grotesque. Truly mortifying (to me, at least). And so, in conclusion, Mick Jagger is to me the personification of hedonism and satanism (the church of satan actually represents a worship of oneself, of being one's own god) and I listen to his music with a heavy, sickening, buzz-kill kinda feeling in my stomach. But I listen on.



P.S. I friggin' died again in RS... lost hundreds of thousands of gold worth of equipment... stupid anti-dragon breath shield...

n00bed again!!

Curses. Most of you will have no idea what I'm talking about, but I must vent. I was training in the agility arena on RuneScape, and I had a second noob moment. Well, second major one. In there. Last time I lost full mime and about 40 tickets, a good 45 minutes work. This time I lost 104 tickets. And a frickin' genie. I don't know why I didn't use it. I should have. I didn't. And now it's gone. I blame darts. And poor self-maintenance (sleep/diet).



Stupid darts...

"Thoughts" from the Throne

So here I am at my almost most manic. Right, so I went into the bathroom and flipped on the light and fan in tandem, and realized the implications of my doing so. No, I wasn't planning to stink up the joint, but I knew that my apartment-mate's room shared a wall with the bathroom, and I figured he didn't much care for the sound of another guy emptying his bladder. But that's a very common social expectation, and it's wrong. Because society shouldn't discriminate against people that LIKE listening to same-gender people urinate. But I did nonetheless, so I apologize. What a socially perpetuating fascist culture of non-urinators we are, and we never pause to reflect on this fact. Well, it's almost time! Because whose pee doesn't make a sound! All water splashes the same. But people shouldn't judge like that, because judging is wrong. And that is why freedom of speech and democracy can be terrible things. Loonies like me. Why should I be running off my mouth about how bad it is we don't sell mp3s of people peeing into different things? Why should we look with disgust at people that would enjoy recordings of urine expulsion into a bottle of Swiss One Multivitamin and Mineral? Because it's gross! It's not natural! What good reason would a person have for enjoying that!??

Use your head sometimes instead of stubbourn feelings and indignancies.

(Directed at no one in particular. I apologize for incongruencies between posts on this blog. I'm psycho. Oh, and I retract my earlier apology to those who enjoy same-gender urination sounds. Your existence [or the possibility thereof] makes me squirm. Thank you.)

And moral of the story is: don't necessarily listen to those who rant and rave. Especially me.

To Delight in Postmodernism is to Savour Depair

Hi! I've never really tried blogging; I've made a couple posts on my MSN space, but nothing too extreme. I find it to be quite an intimidating idea, posting ones innermost thoughts and feelings on the web for all who are interested to peek in to. I probably won't post often, if ever again, and if I do, don't expect me to delve too deeply into such matters.

That being said, I have noticed somewhat recently that postmodernist elements of film -- and to a lesser degree in music -- fascinate me and can make me do a 180 in my opinion of the film. When I say postmodernist elements, I of course mean things that seem postmodern to me. For example, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind (the film that revolutionized my take on cinema) gave me hours of giddy laughing over the fact that at the end of the film, the two main characters (estranged lovers) decide to genuinely pursue another relationship in the full knowledge that it will come to a horrible end and they will inevitably seperate (confirmed I think by the looping scene at the end of the film). This struck me as postmodern because seems like an abandonment of hope for a lasting relationship in favour of a relationship that will have some good times.

I was going to talk about my postmodernist attraction in music, but that's rapidly evolving into a new post entirely about The Downward Spiral. So I'll put that up in a couple minutes. Fascinating, this blogging. I really need to start organizing my thoughts better and writing more effectively.
Oh well. Practice makes perfect :)
(I'll gleefully throw out that excuse and ignore the words of several of my past teachers: "Practice makes permanent". Oh self-deception)