- I cannot express to you how jaded I am at work at the moment. One word. Tax. Morning is working on talking to accounting software from Java through a Java-COM bridge to COM objects using a poprietary XML Query Language, reversing engineering product prices and quietly wishing I could die.
- I would really like to make computer games or write science fiction or stab myself in the eye with an oversized knitting needle.
- I started my own blog-club: Game On, Gnolls. For the playing of the games such as Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit, Scotland Yard and Memoir '44:
Memoir '44 is a unique historical game where players command a horde of little plastic Army men facing-off in dozens of WWII battles on an oversize hex game board.
- As several insane and harsh Anon's pointed out, the plastic army men are going to be the reason why Crush eventually leaves me. Thanks very much, you fuckers. Leave you names so I can come to your blogs and leave messages about your life.
- Whaling for Tourism. Smells like Viking Spirit.
- Brighter than a Thousand Suns:
An A-bomb blast set off in Nevada at 4:36 a.m., on April 18, 1953, was judged by early risers to have been the most sensational of any seen so far. The blast made the eastern horizon as "bright as day."
- Wikipedia on the Electromagnetic Pulse.
- Scrubs. Totally. Addicted.
- Puny Humans:
- Operation Auca:
"Operation Auca" was an attempt by five Evangelical Christian missionaries from the United States to make contact with the Huaorani people of the rainforest of Ecuador.
- The energy of space that isn't zero.
- And on physics: letters that Einstein wrote to has family have been released:
On relativity:
In a letter to Elsa [his wife] in 1921, he admits, ''Soon I'll be fed up with the relativity. Even such a thing fades away when one is too involved with it…'' - Is anyone suprised that Superman tanked at the box office. I mean, really. All of those stupid comic boy movies suck. Fantastic Four, anyone? Stupid underwear perverts.
- Apparently Wikipedia is fallible. No wonder I am not allowed to use it as a reference in my academic articles*.
- Side note: Kenneth Lay obviously faked his own death. I mean, really. Shacked up in Argentina with Hitler and Elvis and the surviving Alien from Roswell.
- Rushkoff loses faith:
It's sad and confusing not to live in a democracy, anymore, and this is part of what leads me to question coverage of any events that involve our government. And while it's quite plainly true, it's a bit too unthinkable for most sane people to accept. It goes in the same mental basket as more outlandish thoughts -- such as dynamite on the WTC or no airplane crashing into the Pentagon -- even though it's not conjecture, it's just plain real.
So what I'm coming to grips with is accepting that I don't live in a democratic nation, and that the propaganda state attempted in 1930's Europe did finally reach fruition. Maybe I'm just old, and have a very idealistic view of democracy. When I was a kid, we were all told that this is a government of the people, and that our votes provided a check on the power of our leaders. That's why we called them "elected." - Systemholic Online Rohan
New. Desktop. Background. - Thanks Bonnie. I have no explanation. Although the appeal of hot babes carrying large axes while scantily clad in plate armour bikinis should be obvious.
- Soccer!** The ongoing controversy is that one of the Italians called Zidane a "dirty terrorist". Is terrorist the new insult? Strange.
- Lip readers join the fray.
- Regardless of the controversy, this is mesmorising:
Dive you good thing!
* Note: I don't write academic articles anymore, thank fuck.
** With apologies to everyone who wants to call it football. Whatever. Everyone knows football is a sport in which you get to use your hands ...
5 comments:
Awww it was a tough trivia night, what with teams made up of seventeen people in the place and just you and the missus fighting it out for the Brunswick Massive. Don't be disheartened - just do the super group thing next week and REVEL IN THE BEER.
In any case, I hope last nights Tits or Arse (where I believe it went Arse, Tits, Arse, Tits, Tits, Arse, Tits) disproved the cruel theory "Jess throws retarded and always seems to bring up arse."
Although it is true I always bring up arse in conversation, my throwing technique is beyond reproach.
(looks around warily)
"judged by early risers"
name of my new band
"At its worst, Wikipedia is an active deception, a powerful piece of agitprop, not information."
'agitprop' - name of my new band.
Jess: we're not giving up. My statistical analysis of your technique has revealed no anomalies.
My new band name:
Julia Gillard Overdrive
julia's electioneering slogan:
How 'ard? Gillard!
(stolen from liverpool fc captain, steven gerrard, but you get the gist...)
oh, and beaverloop used to have a song called 'agit pop' which, while a shit piece of music, was an excellent pun. to my mind.
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