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Today i went to school and it was all like, event, sequence, object and now. I met people who met me and consequence stemmed. Eventually i arrived here, intent on writing something vaguely nonsensical.

Its stupid how satisfying it is to write like that, like how you think, rather then all pretty and organized for people to read. Stupid communication and its refined stupidness...

All i want to do is write annoying nothing stories. Stupid writing for the audience. WHAT ABOUT ME!?!?!?

I'm sure there's something to say.

My weekend was spent at the most magnificent Camden show, paying money to be spun in stupid directions at high speed at the expense of my own blood, eating food made of rust and fairy floss (i mean that as in fairy floss was used as an ingerdient. And it's not really a food in the first place) and fireworks. Aah fireworks, your up there with kites, clover, clouds and chocolate milk as one of the things that makes me buzz like a nice drug in the morning (and maybe gets more then a little aroused). So many colours. So much sparkle. So instantaneous and huge, yet dead within half a second. So tragic! alas the life that was bright and loud, only to die with a flicker and a fall! alas, alas!

Well that was sad.
And now i sleep!

the Nothing Story

There once was a child.

He grew up. Lots of amazing things happened. billions of people died. history did its thing. He died a no one. The end.

In between the There once was and The end he met a girl. He met many girls but only one was of decent consequence. They were kinda happy. For a period of their lives everything that happened to one happened to the other. eventually that cycle ended.

Before that cycle ended they said many things. these things could range from whatever to something to nothing at all. No one would remember most of the conversations, but sometimes, before the last one, something important was said.

He would say something, she'd say something, then a fuzz of emotions and actions would blur the moment. The fuzz would differ wildly from time to time. Sometimes it would be all smiles, sometimes not.

This one time they were in a car. The glass of the windows was allowed by science to let light stream in. this light carried the green of the forest to their eyes. The air was allowed to carry their voices. The girl asked the boy where they were going. This conversation was all smiles. The boy said, rather naturally, nowhere. And, as far as they cared, knew, wanted, believed, it was all ok.
I think this is one of those things designed entirely just to waste every ones time. I'm sory. nah, not really, i'm laughing at you.

In other news...

I just decided to write a program to plot prime numbers on a graph. I had this daydream wherein I would do something stupid and find a relationship between prime numbers. Now I've been following that with a passion.

I'll post results posthaste.
6984 Geddit? posthaste!? Maybe I should be a comedian. So all the other comedians can look at me and feel better about themselves.

worst. assignment. ever.

Check out question 1 d of my physics assignment:

"research the Internet and find examples of real situations where loose objects in cars have caused accidents and even fatalities. Show two pictures."

[emphasis mine]

WHAT THE FRACK?
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some stuff from todays trip to jb hifi which ended in 8 Cds finiding a new loving home with us. 5 of them were experimental Prog rock from the 80s.

My dad on The National Anthem by Radiohead; "This is the best shit I've heard for a long time"

My dad on The SMH; "You know what really pissed me of this morning? I went through the Sydney Morning Herald and you know what they decided to review? Another version of Bach's 9th Symphony. Sure, it's one of the best pieces of music ever written but there's so many versions out there no one really gives a shit about this one. that's why Classical music is dying. Its so far up its own ass it can't notice all the brilliant new stuff coming out all the time. Freaking ridiculous."

My dad on Bono; "hes a dickhead and he wears stupid glasses"

My father is wise, and you should listen to his wise wise words.

in other news stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff

I feel shish. Stupid sickness. Fight immune system, fight and destroy! tear apart the dykes who gave me a blocked nose!

In other news my ipods fucked. over 2 years at my side, 720 hours of playing amazing music. You were a beast and i'm sad that our time is drawing to an end. thankyou for everything.

A story because my real life is boring

I tried having a conversation in the clouds with a nitrogen-breathing man and a black velvet tree from the velvet planet.

We were talking about the implications of the robot rebellion in the large magellanic cloud when suddenly our cloudmobile was attacked by space bugs! from the bug planet!

'oh noes!' Nitrogen man wailed, in a whispy, nitrogenish voice. 'they will eat and digest us alive!'

'save us!' screamed the velvet tree.

I had left my lightsaber downstairs, so I was unable to fend off the hoards of hideous bugs. They had tentacles for eyes and nostrils for feet, they emitted a pungent smell sort of like strawberry and kiwi fruit.

Suddenly, the nose creature (from the facial feature planet) flared up, its nostrils turning a good, bright blue. It emitted a high pitched screetching, and then stopped.

The head waiter calmly walked up to the space bugs and asked 'do you have a reservation?'

They did. And we spent the rest of the evening discussing klingon literature, in klingon.

THE END of something stange
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some more stuff that you could read if you were so incliiiined

I feel incredibly stupid and lazy and can't be shished to write. soo;

thursday- Saw Midnight Oil at their first gig in 5 years (or something). It was amazingly amazing and i was surprised cause its a band i've never really cared about before. Then i hung out back stage with everyone important for a bit.

Fri- Music with friend, and a train trip. Exciting stuff...

Sat- Wedding at Palm beach. How the frack can a place be THAT ascethitcally PLEASANT? it reaked of pleasant. It hurt my nose...

Sun (now) - got back from Sydney, had a nice daydream that i was having drinks with a bunch of aliens on a floating villa in the clouds. I didn't now anyone and was quite lonely. Although i had a cool discussion about genetics and the social ways of various species with this black velvety thing. Thing is such a satisfying word.

my dentist is also my Godfather!

Had my first ever filling yesterday. I lay down in the chair and he pokes around my mouth with some metal pointy poky thing and then suddenly shoves a fucking huge ass needle into my gum and a fucking drill into my tooth. You know how freaky that was for me?

very freaky dear reader, very freaky indeed.
that said it was incredibly painless and actually only very minimally freaky

The most incredible Playlist ever

includes (in the order);
Nick Cave
Tool
Flaming Lips
Pixies

Why does that work? Why do i always create such brilliant song lists? I guess i must be a god!

--deleted! :D

Oh, and its Tuesday...

verses and reason all nicely tied together. CONVENIENT really.

If we all think positively we will get further towards our goal BUT
some people will be more disappointed and fall further behind BUT
thinking positively will help them gain and gain and catch up BUT
not everyone thinks positively.

I guess its true. It must be. why not?

on pluto

So illinois declared pluto a planet. Neat idea, but it's a good thing that it won't make a difference whatsoever. But it reignited alot of the feelings people still have about pluto.

Seriously, whats the big deal? Nobody thought much of it before it was an unplanet. I'm amazed there is so much sentimate for a bunch of rocks in a highly elliptical orbit beyond neptune. It doesn't even orbit the sun. The pluto system does.

All this love for pluto and none for uranus? They should rename that planet. No-one mentions it ever, i even had to look it up to find out what colour it is (light blue). If anyone laughs at that, I will not be happy.
Perhaps they should have names it's moons something else. Seriously, the tempest!? I'll spare the details of my complete loathing of that play, but there are so many cooler things to name moons.
6884 why do i still write the numbers? or are the numbers writing me? No... thats incredibly stupid.
In other news, I got myself a copy of empire total war, and despite valves best efforts im enjoying it to the extent i thought it might be possibly worth mentioning.

It would be just dandy if you were to tmn!

Today

-my finger insisted on staying hurty.
-i had a haircut. Which absolutely RUINED my life. haircuts are SO lame.
-i was heartbroken that the wind didn't pick up. It was an amazing day and i was all set to fly a kite. Truly tragic.
-I mowed the lawn. I always get grumpy when i mow the lawn because i get stuck thinking about things i don't want to think about. Quite unpleasant really.
-discussed my hatred for apple cores with someone who similarly hates apple cores. stupid things.

Its been a long, unpleasant and entirely useless day full of glorious things to complain and basically just BITCH about. And in the end that's what makes me happy. that and dinosaurs.

where the fuck is my nobel prize

i fucked up my left forefinger on a guitar/sax/piana and can now not use it for anything. stupid finger. Thats my story. Hope it changed your life.

"Special" Pass

people: How did you get your tickets?
me: from my uncle. He was able to give 5 tickets to friends and family.
people: that's really awesome!
me: Yeah it pays to have family in high places
People: ahh (subtle failure to pick up relevance of uncle and Midnight Oil)

almost entertaining.

in other news its really windy and its kind of scary.

OH MAN!

Midnight Oil!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Midnight Oil!
Yeah!
Ho shit Yeah!

post

something short and easy to read

lace

i Don't need to be here. i should be in Argentina, taming llamas. Or in Beirut, training pigeons and living in a tower. Or on a hill somewhere ridiculously sunny flying a fucking kite. Or on the ocean where all the turtles and sharks swim under my raft like on the front cover of The Life of Pi. Or maybe on a cloud with a fishing rod and maybe a bucket full of notes saying god hates you. Or more likely on a secret moon base full of trees and giraffes and robots made to believe they are the great philosophers. Or probably within Obama's mind space. Or in a desert, in a pool, with an umbrella and a pretty girl reading an intelligent book while i swim and smoke cigars simultaneously. Or in a floating city which crashes into clouds walking through trees made of light and eating really good steak. Or where there is a thunderstorm, with the rain hitting way to hard against my (expensive) car's window screen, while i discuss something cool with someone cool. Or maybe at a concert with people who like you and smell ok. Or maybe in an top notch apartment in Sydney, or New York, playing sax and wearing a lad hat while some equally amazing musos play some amazing jaaazzzzz. Or maybe in a state of mind and emotion, where i am entwined with anyone and everyone, maybe or maybe not in a sexual way. Or maybe on the floor with someone i fancy. Or maybe in the art rooms at school discussing life with Jesus reincarnate. Or maybe in a pleasant hospital with big windows and computers with green lights realizing the cure to cancer is easy. Or maybe winning something yeah. Or maybe within a computer matrix (ANA) where i have ultimate control over my environment and life, and have expanded mentality and maybe inbuilt optimism. or maybe transcendence would be cool. Or maybe in a space ship with a decent library of sci fi novels and a machine that makes whatever food/drink you want, alongside whatever combination of personalities i could survive the 6 month trip with. Or maybe on a different planet, with a sunhat and a helicopter. And a decent walking stick. Or maybe at a fair with some people like me. Or maybe at the park with a book and my ipee. Or maybe at a sigur ros concert. Or maybe in a basement with sufjan Stevens, with a couple of guitars, a piano, some mikes and a ladder. Or maybe in a world made of sky in a hot air balloon with a ride-able dolphin with wings name alfred, who can sing good jazz. or maybe inside a volcano that's actually a super villain's lair, but has instead been used by said super villain to house refugees and orphans from some stupid countries' war because hes that kind of cool guy. Or maybe on the back of a tiger in a jungle, holding a bow and arrow that glows white and a cape the glows red. Or maybe somewhere so far away it makes you feel special just trying to comprehend that location, so impossibly small and inconsequential when put into contrast with everything, ever, physical or implied or thought and dreamt and wanted.
Point being this place is stupid and i'm pretty sure you promised me something better.

sites is looking all the more evil now

So I tried bloggers own service for uploading images-- it didn't work.

I need a good image or file hosting service.
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There is atleast 11 words there, maybe more. Probably not 1000 though, unless your trying too hard

That most insidious google sites

So I've changed the host of our background images, due to it's previous host being shut down. Now it resides at google sites, which seems to have much longer loading times.

The blog is going to load a bit more slowly for a while until I find a better host.
6777 There aren't a lot of free hosts out there. I may have to pay for something.