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)