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| I'll shoot 'em in my mind |
[07 Jun 2006|11:16pm] |
This is such a great visualisation to do in meetings sometimes. It's unashamedly stolen from a Crash Test Dummies song, which I highly recommend. (Song: I Shoot Em Up, I Shoot Em Down)
Work's been sucking the life out of my free time like some sort of vampiric time machine. It is ruthless, relentless and *Serious!* (Last pronounced in the same way as that Polka ad) However, in a way it's good, since it's forcing me to learn new ways to organise & manage stuff, which I reckon may help in dealing with parking guards and encounters with aliens armed with dreaded lurgy. It appears that even my weekend stands to be eaten by the ever voracious corporate beast, but we'll see. If I can survive the strenuous ordeal of pulling a few dozen miracles out of my arse, I might just get what needs to be done by the end of the week.
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| Unknown update imminent. |
[06 Jun 2006|12:13am] |
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I honestly don't know what it's going to say at the moment. That'll be decided on when I hit some or other topic, which is bound to happen shortly. I'm steering away from relating woeful tales of work life and wobbly relationships. I think this journal should have more to do about finding something more interesting to write about. Interestingness itself is of course interesting, yet one can only use that word so much before some or other well to do english teacher comes along and beats you do death with her wooden ruler. Wooden rulers have feelings too you know, the amount of abuse that occurs unchecked is quite scary.
So, here's another thing. The colour grey is very descriptive in its blandness. It's all the middle ground between yes and no, true and false. Most of life is lived in areas of this colour, or at least it is for animals which see in monocrome (cats? platypii? Yeah, made the plural up, clever me.) and are understandably, completely uninterested in the fact that people spend so much money on painting things in colours which aren't grey. Still, the cost of paint can be rather exacting on our stylish aspirations, and many buildings sit stark naked, which would cause a lot of trouble if people of a more conservative nature realised this. Fortunately, their nature inherently prevents this, and has helped us avoid countless plagues of overzealous wrecking balls storming about town. I am however, a bit worried about that Outsurance advert where they're covering everything in that vomitous green colour. Their accident claims are probably sky rocketing.
Talking about rockets, now there is a seriously underutilised invention. Most of the ones of big enough stature idle their years away deep within the bowels of military bunkers, which is such a waste, considering how many potential benefits rocket propelled grannies could have on our economy. But no, instead they sit about being generally useless for years on end, and if they do get used, their only purpose is to blow up anyway. Of course, I have heard the rumours that there are rockets living more productive lives, doing things such as launching folks into space, or doing peoples tax returns, but I believe these lies have been spread to gain public approval of rocket enslavement. We'll probably be sorry about that one day.
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| Of arbitrary late night rambings and other symbiotic beings |
[04 Jun 2006|04:52am] |
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Just to put things in context, I've had enough of trying to make sense to everyone, I feel that a bit of abstraction is necessary. I think I've left some of my own odd methods of thinking behind in order to be understood. Well, this journal being a point in life where there are no limitations as such (apart from things like going 'omg! Do I want random net people to know that I EAT BABIES??!), I take no responsibility for the logic or lack thereof enbodied in the writings below.
Considering obtuseness was promised, certainly it would be rude to dissapoint. In a mere nanosecond, that which is entirely normal, common and understandable can be flipped on it's head, turned inside out, and transported across several dimensions, with the effect that monkeys without a sense of decency suddenly experience a tragic case of premature hair loss, and all the accountants of the world simultaneously commit suicide just before the global economy collapses. Such important events are commonly entirely overlooked by people who haven't have much sleep, or haven't been to see a financial advisor recently.
Just that kind of thing was happening when someone, quite by accident, finally managed to invent a cure for lawyers. The details thereof were closely guarded by slavering pitbulls until in a surprise move, the confederation of polonesian legal advisors launched a surprise attack on Italy, resulting in the entire country going to jail. Having one's country towed up to Antarctica has the general effect of making people rather cold. All documents detailing that invention, along with many forrests, petrol stations, and corporate companies were burned in the biggest bonfire history has ever known.
That was only the one story though, one path of history, of which there are many. There are ones where the lawyers lost, and were forced to eat every piece of legal documentation ever produced (none survived), and even cases where neither side won. Instead, aliens decided they'd quite like to use the planet as a christmas tree ornament, and humankind was far too busy covering everything in sight with glitter (lest they meet the business end of a UltraZap 9000) to worry about sueing anyone.
It's things like that which oneself pause for consideration of what's actually important. On the one hand, the regimental and mundane ramblings of every day living are entirely necessary, but on the other hand, they have little relevance (other than the sum of parts) to the greater scheme of things. The boxes that people are so keen on thinking outside of are often of their own makings, a by-product of the way we choose to live. Every now and then, it's good to open the lid and have a look about, giving some opportunity for seeing what's actually possible, and in many cases, what's really there. If the lid seems to heavy, try poking a few holes in the sides...
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[25 May 2006|10:50pm] |
I'd just like to take this opportunity to state that right now, I do not have words to express how much I hate Microsoft Word.
Yeah, still alive, more sadly, still at work!
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| Of happenings involving the Lurgy! |
[14 Mar 2006|11:16pm] |
Woah, an update... But let's not kid ourselves, we're so used to hearing pimping about the fact that there's an update that this pretty standard introductory pimping has pretty much no effect on us anymore. I'm just including it for consistency.
It's quite freaky to think that it's almost been a month since my car died it's premature death. Since then, it's been a mission of gargantuan proportions to sort out the whole situation. The Insurance company demanded my life history, my car's life history, my family's life history, random guy I met at the pub #44912's life history. Understandably, it took a while to pull all that together, but it was done. They decided they'd pay out, but in exchange, they immediately took back the rental car they'd gave me, since the paying out of a policy is synonymous with the death of a policy, and all benefits thereof. The curve of engine sizes lowered further, from 1.6 to 1.4 to 1.3. At least I've still got something to drive though, even if it does involve a lot of extra driving due to me not being the only one concerned with driving it. Odd that.
I'm currently in the throes of bank's not liking me. However, I organised my letter of doom from the boss today, which should help to supplicate the oneryness of loosley bladdered bank clerks. It is the mighty "Well yes he's under contract, but we like him and will be extending the contract in future" paper, complete with big boss signature and official company letter head. I plan to unleash this upon an unsuspecting car dealership, as well as a nearby NedBank. No doubt they will have absolutely no choice but to hand over the car and money on the spot. In fact, I probably won't even have to pay for the car.
Other than that, work has been insane, which is a big reason why I haven't been updating. By the time I'm home, I'm a perfect candidate for the next blockbuster zombie movie. Y'all should feel priveledged that I made the effort to take back control of my brain long enough to type this post.
I'm going to submit this bit, since the net cutoff is looming. There might be more...
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| But my car is... :/ |
[16 Feb 2006|10:49pm] |
Another short update, since the net drought is imminent.
I was in an accident today. I was sitting stationary when a Corsa plowed into the back, pushing me into a bakkie in front. My car is very buggered looking. Both the front and the boot are all smashed in. The opinion of the tow truck drivers and police was that it's a write off. I'm fine by the way, possibly some minor whiplash, but nothing worse than that.
It was quite incredible though, the whole front of my car is mangled, but I did basically nothing to the bakkie in front (I hit the towbar). In fact, the driver didn't even bother to get out, he just drove off... The dude who rode into me was cool about everything though, so getting all the info for them insurance types wasn't a problem. Apparently it was a client's car which he'd taken to have the brakes fixed. They didn't do a very good job. I should go find the person who 'fixed' the brakes and beat him senseless with pieces of my car.
It was a bastard of a car, but I'll miss it. ;) I never did give it a name...
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| Ahm not dead! |
[13 Feb 2006|09:45pm] |
Heya three people that read my journal. Just here to state that things aren't completely dead again, just inconvenienced. There's a general lack of internet at home after about 10pm at the moment, and if you look at the times on my previous posts, you'd notice that my usual posting time is between 11pm - 1am. Perhaps I'll start writing posts a day in advance or something.
Current Status; Mucho tired, work = very busy, running = torture, rain = POTHOLES! ;)
I don't have much else of worth to say at present, but yeah, I posted an update! Chiaz.
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| Urgh. |
[30 Jan 2006|01:33am] |
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Allo folks.
Had a braai at my place this saturday for my birthday. Lots of friends came by, and there was much drunken amusement and terrible kareoke. ;) Today I've been feeling like a truck hit me, which I fully deserve, considering how much tequilla I went through. The evening was a lot of fun, we had around 20 people kinda bunched around the umbrella, largely because of the drizzling rain that started and stopped the whole evening. The the first half of the event involved delegating other people to make the braai while talking a whole bunch of crap, notably with Allen, Antioch and Danny. After that, we handed out random awards, including the prestigious 'Most Likely To Die In A Braai Fire' award which went to Louis. The judging for these awards was done by Albie, Mark and myself. Full list below.
Awards List
He's Not Driving - For Exceptional Consumption Of Intoxicating Fluids : Cadyn (ET) (Me)
Worst Parking : Tom
Toilet Paper Award - For The Worst Verbal Diarrhea : Santhan
Biggest Pants : Andre
Plephi! : Allen
Most Likely To Die In A Braai Fire : Louis
Kareoke Leg-End : Andre
Destroyer of Chairs : Unawarded (Thankfully ;)
Social Ninja : Danny
If We Told You, We'd Have To Kill You : Sam
After the awards, we kicked off the kareoke. Earlier, I spent much time swearing at my pc, and the mic, and other arbitrary things. I eventually had to go with the crappy mic because the decent one was broken. Though, thinking about it, the crappy mic isn't all that crappy considering that it's outlived every other mic I've owned over the years, and it cost R20... Anyway, a few folks actually cancelled because they had to go. I shall attempt to remember the songs and people involved:
Some Metallica Song? - Andre (Incorrehent)
Sit On My Face And Tell Me That You Love Me - Danny (Not bad)
Every Sperm is sacred - Cadyn/ET (It actually got a decent applause ;)
Hotel California - Cadyn/ET (A bit wobbly, but OK)
After this, we had various folks who'd been avoiding signing up coming and singing stuff, but I honestly don't remember who or what. I do remember that later, Andre did a whole bunch of Metallica songs, after which he just sang whatever song happened to come up on the playlist.
As the kareoke wound down, everyone buggered off simultaneously, with the exception of Andre and Louis. Me and Louis sat and talked crap for a rather long time while Andre busied himself with passing out in a nearby chair. I found Andre somewhere to sleep, and continued talking crap with Louis. To give you some idea of how long this went on, Andre woke up again later, and we were still at it. Eventually, Louis left with andre going a bit after that. I got to bed (I think...) some time around 10am.
For those who read my journal and attended: Thanks for coming, it was a blast. :)
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| IM fnu. |
[24 Jan 2006|05:16pm] |
Albie: yeh yeh
ET: "Yeh Yeh" is a latin soul song.
ET: By Mongo Santamaria
Albie: I am so not commenting on that piece of arbitrary general knowledge
ET: ok.
ET: my evil trap failed, damn
Albie: lol
Albie: and boy, was it evil
Albie: putrid
ET: harhar
Albie: the mind recoils at the thought of the mind that could spawn such evil thoughts
ET: Mongo is a fearsome name.
Albie: shut up!
ET: lol
ET: Mooooooooooooongooooooooooooooo, king of the dumpsters!
Albie: that's it
* Albie gets out the holy hand grenade of anti-och
* ET uses Mongo as a shield
ET: *Mongo uses a nearby dumpster as a shield*
ET: *The dumpster screams in terror*
* Albie pulls the pin
Albie: 1
Albie: 2
Albie: 5
Albie: oh...
Albie: 3!
* Albie hurls the hand grenade
* Albie hides behind a knoll
* ET waits.
* Albie waits
* ET waits more
Albie: ...
Albie: so...
* ET drops the dumpster on the grenade
* ET pulls the pin, and throws Mongo at Albie
Albie: how's about that existential prophetic salami, eh?
ET: mmm, salami
* Albie uses Evil Toaster as a shield
* ET uses Albie as a shield
Albie: hmmm
Albie: AAAAAAAARGH!
ET: *Mongo uses himself as a shield*
Albie: /the holy hand grenade of Anti-och hides in the corner... alone... afraid... cold
Albie: * the *'s huriedly flutter towards the previous comment* *
* ET catches the *'s, and covers the grenade with them
Albie: *the grenade sees the *s and woders to itself*
* ET uses the holy hand grenade of Anti-och as a shield
Albie: "will they be my friends? and why is there this sense of impending doom rushing towards me?"
ET: *Mongo eats the scenic backdrop*
* Albie slowly backs away from what is nowhere close to a homosexual scene
ET: Narrator: *fears for his life*
Albie: NYA-HAAAA! the Hand Grenade explodes! Everything DIEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!1111!!11elevn
* ET uses everything as a shield
Albie: sicko
ET: sue me
* ET loads Mongo onto a catapult and launches him into the French occupied castle
ET: --- Intermission ---
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| Blah! |
[23 Jan 2006|01:08am] |
Yar, so here's an update simply because I feel I should lob an update on here. Not that I'm updating you on anything... Considering you don't actually know anything about what's been happening... Uh, I reckon I'll be abandoning this paragraph before it hits the ground and explodes into a fiery fireball of doom...
I hinted at the possibility of providing an indepth review of what's been happening this year, however, that's friggin long, so I'll just go for a summary type effort:
New Years: The most chilled newyears to date, but on the whole, cool, since it was spent in the company of good friends. My resolution for this year is 'Change', or more accurately 'Go against my grain'. Hence, I've been trying all sorts of things that I normally convince myself not to do... still working on the running thing though. ;) Also, things between me and Rowan ended shortly before new years.
Events: I went to the cricket grounds to actually watch a game of cricket. Unthinkable really, but it actually wasn't all that bad. The Titans slapped the bejesus out of the Dolphins, the cheerleaders were endowed with much leggy goodness, and Louis and me drank beer and talked crap. I played monopoly for the first time in who knows how long, and much capitalistic bastard maneuvers took place. I attended a gamedev Hotlab thingum, in which we were shown how to remake a bit of Quake III in 25 lines of code using a 3D engine. After this, came a chat session at The Baron, during which we ate stuff and listened to the dude who did the Hotlab presentation go on about "Profile Pushing", and "Pushing Professional Game Development in SA", and "Pulling in Sponsors". I had an irrational desire to push stuff around for the rest of the day...
Social!: I've been seeing a lot of the friends, and the amount of crap I've talked thus far may actually already be rivalling the whole of last year. I've managed to run into a few people that I haven't seen in ages, including the brother of a friend who buggered off years back, a crazy dude, who by a stroke of bad luck (or uh.. self preservation?) is not living in Switzerland, and ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ndorfin, who is still cool to talk to after not seeing for 5 years.
Women: In three weeks, I've met 11, of which I had an interest in 4, aquired three numbers, did the coffee thing once, and went on one actual date. That there is the maths of dating. ;) Numbers may vary depending on ones level of conversational ineptness, similarity to the hunchback of Notre Dame, and the ability to be enthusiastic about things you're completely unknowledgable in.
The story is coming along. I still haven't started writing it, but it actually has a plot that doesn't completely suck now. I've even got the first three chapters mostly planned out. Seems like this is going to be a bit longer term project than I thought, but I'm enjoying it, so that's fine. I find that for this one, I'm actually drawing from a lot of real experiences. People who know me might notice them, or might not, I'm not sure how different they'll look in the context of the story.
I was reading about story lengths, aparently a micro fiction is a mere 100 words long. So I wrote one (Title excluded from word count):
Adventure Inna Hurry
Small wiener dude was really ugly and ended up with a one way ticket to Turkey, where he was accused of being french and subsequentally locked up in a low security prison from which he escaped by pretending to be a pile of washing. He left the country via a drain pipe, appearing out of nowhere up someone’s toilet. Sadly for him, they were busy using it. Apologising, he made his way over to the pub, got hammered, and ended up going home with a midget transsexual, with whom he lived out the rest of his days in confusion.
Ok fine, it got long, again. Thanks for reading. ;)
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| Plotting.... |
[19 Jan 2006|01:59am] |
Right, well I have officially started on the first story I've ever actually made the effort of doing some characterisation and plotting for. At present, I have a two line plot, which sucks balls, but might work if I expand it a bit, and three rather nutty characters. It's taking a bit, but it's not as bad as I've always thought it would be. ;) I'm aiming to get it written over the next two weeks or so...
Miniature update on wazzup: Life is rocking at present. I've been on a mission since the beginning of the year to, well, mission. Thus far, things haven't been boring for an instant, which is awesome. Work however, though not boring, has been dragging a bit of late, mainly due to communication issues with the client, and the incredible horrible thing that I've been charged with fixing. Things should start getting more interesting soon though, the focus in my job is going to be changing a bit, and change is good. Later on, when it isn't an hour later than when I was meant to be asleep, I may do a writeup on my year thus far, we shall see. ;)
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[17 Jan 2006|12:41am] |
Greets to those who actually still have me on their friends list. Got to writing a little something tonight. It's rather introspective, and is very remenicent of something ndorfin would write. ;) I find it did get the vocab moving again...
Sitting at his desk, he wondered where ideas came from. It seemed to him that the mysterious and mystical process of creativity came from nowhere at all. He had no idea how it worked, but knew deeply that he was able to tap into it. That place in which nothing and everything exist simultaneously, the place that dreams and flashes of wild and random inspirations found their home. It comforted him that he felt a certainty in this place of uncertainty, the fact that no matter how much humankind tapped from this spring, that the bottom can never be reached. Sure, he felt that a bit more eccentricity was in order these days, but obvious ideas never hold long anyway. Always, he sought something new, something that wrenched forth emotion, summoned enthusiasm, sparked interest, but most of all, was just a barrel of laughs. Ironically, he didn't feel particularly funny, which, though disheartening, was only a phase in the myriad of changes he found himself whirling through. Perhaps it would be that as the language grew in depth, with flowery metaphors bursting like fireworks in the night sky, perhaps there he'd find what he sought. Wisdom, life lessons, bubbled around him, occasionally bursting, revealing to him those things that he already knew, but forgot too often. An urge to impart these lessons rose up, but a vehicle for these things? A method of invoking the bubble wrap effect? Of those, he was uncertain, but in the past had found that the answers generally presented themselves at the correct moments. Though, as all these things rolled around the landscape of his mind, all was pervaded by an overriding sense of optimism for all things to come. He was looking forward to it.
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| Myyuuuuurrrrrgghh! |
[31 Aug 2005|11:22pm] |
*Short, yet excruciatingly long excerpt detailing a zombie awakening from a five thousand year slumper underneath the sarcophagous of a dead pharoah's cat*
Yeah, so it's been aaaaaaggeeessss ("Myyyuuurrrgghh") since I posted anything here, and it's likely that the little readership I have is looking very much like the zombie referenced above, or, if they're really unlucky, the cat. So anyhow, howdy folks.
This shall be a bit of an update of general goings on.
In zee job: I started my new job a month back, so new isn't really the term, but it's the newest job I have, so that'll have to do. As for how it's going, the system I've been put onto is the most horrible thing I've ever seen, but I have been making a few minor inroads into decreasing the horribleness. Though, if one compares it's structure to something more understandable, I'd put it at being roughly equivalent to several of the larger, more wobbly galaxies you may find wandering about the universe asking for directions. All in all, I'm getting on fairly well with the folks there, and the clients who use the system are appeased thus far. So, things are good.
In zee not-job: I held a party/braai thing at my place this last weekend, which was really cool. There were large amounts of people, inconcievable amounts of food, and ridiculous amounts of alcohol. Combine that with more amusing conversations than you can focus on at any one point, impromptu guitar playing, and following that up with not going to bed until it's light. Me and Anti ended up talking crap until about 7 in the morning, inventing an entirely new concept that I reckon will revolutionise the boring and tired old stereotypical enemies you tend to run into in most games these days. It is... The ROLL CORPSE! More on that when Anti makes some concept art. ;)
More stuffs laterz.
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| Ye olde employment. |
[26 May 2005|12:02am] |
I just finished revising my CV. It would seem I'll be looking for another job, I'll be finishing up at my current employer at the end of july. Sadly, it's a top level management decision sending waves of joy down the ranks. The manager of my department has been told to cut her budget by R5 million. It seems a bit steep. Besides, they don't really need another ferarri, do they? Still, I'm not going to bother being upset about it. I'm sure that there are plenty of more interesting jobs out there...
In other news.. there isn't any. My life has been an exciting mix of work, sleep, and arbing (which I am getting quite skilled at). My apologies for being so lax in updating this here journal. The problem is that by the time I get home from work, I'm too buggered to do anything that involves thinking. I suspect it's largely the way I've been approaching things... Still, this time I won't be making promises to update more regularly, since I know that even if I did, you wouldn't believe me. ;)
The strange thing about documentation within businesses is that adjectives have no place there. They seem to be limited to the domain of advertising, where everything is ludicrous, extreme, or crazy. In the background however, things are so sane that I suspect at any minute things could spin full circle into the depths of insanity. Anyway, I postulate that this is the primary reason as to why any form of business documentation is inherently boring. Perhaps it's that adjectives inspire emotion and mental imagery, which somehow retract from cold hard facts. Ironically, those facts aren't remembered for long since they're so uninteresting. So... businesses are guilty of grammarism.
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| Fill this in, or die a horrible death! |
[18 May 2005|11:10pm] |
Stolen from jadedflame
1. Name:
2. Date of birth:
3. Place of Birth:
4. Time of Birth:
5. Tell me about yourself:
6. Do you read my journal?:
7. What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?:
8. Interesting fact about yourself:
9. Are you in love at the moment, or do you have a crush?:
10. Favourite spot/place to be:
11. Your favourite lyrics (poetry or song):
12. Best time of the year:
RECOMMEND
1. A movie:
2. A book:
3. Artist/band, song and album:
4. a person for me to adddd
PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. If we have mutual LJ friends, tell me what you like about them:
4. Put this in your own journal so I can tell you what I like about you
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| A little something else... |
[31 Mar 2005|12:44am] |
Keeping the momentum.. another short snippet. I'll get to writing something longer when I get to starting the writing earlier.
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Under a sky exploding with violence, a lone figure raced across the grassy field. Well, at least it used to be grassy.. A few days ago it had presented the kind of picture sold on post cards designed to attract tourists to your country. The foreigners who'd bombed it with an impressive amount of napalm seemed disinterested in the potential commercial value it would have presented should they win the war. The war wasn't going well by the way, particularly for our lone figure, who's name is Crackpot. Not his real name of course... it had been unceremoniously, and unanimously decided on by his platoon, when one night he'd suffered a bad case after the greens after smoking a bit of the now blackened field. He'd spent most of the night nursing a large chamber pot, while enduring endless jibes from the others. It didn't make him feel any better when he thought about the fact that they were all dead now, swept away beneath a tide of boulders which had thundered over the camp earlier that day. Rock falls were completely unheard of in the region, never mind ones that resembled avalanches, but then again, there's only so many artillery shells a mountain can take before it decides that it might be more comfortable sleeping on it's other side.
Crackpot had been lucky enough to be on tank duty, and though the tank had been engulfed in rocks, boulders, pebbles, grit, and many other forms assumed by substances of the igneous persuasion, he'd managed to dig his way out and escape relatively unharmed. For a man who'd just lost his entire platoon, had no possessions apart from a slightly bent toothpick and a packet of jelly babies, and was without a doubt entirely lost (The landscape for the last five miles had consisted entirely of burned fields and rock falls), he was taking it quite well. Sure, he would start yelling maniacly now and then (Usually when he'd just crested a hill to see yet another burnt field), and was foaming at the mouth, but other than that, he was on top of things. If only he could escape this endless maze of burnt fields and rock falls. He guessed that this was the enemies "Ultimate Strategy" he'd heard the about, why yes... They'd bomb and napalm every inch of the battle field, thereby nullifying the home side's advantage of having indepth knowledge of the terrain. It was insane, but for Crackpot, it was certainly proving effective.
He crested yet another hill.
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| A little something. |
[30 Mar 2005|12:25am] |
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Yeah, haven't written in a while. 'Tis about time I started cranking up the literary engine again...
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Erik chewed on his space pencil and heard a sharp cracking sound. Yet another chipped tooth. He felt that familiar twang of nostalgia as he thought about the pencils back home, pencils that were edible, and completely unlike the steel pencil on which he was breaking his teeth. Oh, it had been a good idea, increasing the mass of the instrument to compensate for the lower gravity on lunar. The sad effect was that it had ruined one of the favourite passtimes of terminally bored students, and because it felt so familiar in the hand, new students from earth would routinely receive a nasty shock when they decided to have a little nibble. It wasn't just pencils though, no. The whole fiasco was a businessmans wet dream. Familiarity, the way of the future... apparently. The craze had hit like a lightning bolt, and in no time, everything on sale, from vacuum cleaners to pet alsations were prefixed with the catch phrase 'Luna Edition'. Some of the more bold would prefix 'Extreme' to this. It was brilliant though, wasn't it? Applicances, Kitchen utencils, you name it, all specifically engineered to feel and behave just like they did back on earth. This had all spelled huge success for the 'Luna, your home away from home' campaign, masterminded by no other than Fredrich Crayter, current mayor of the Luna capital.
Erik looked up at the Xtreme Luna Edition wall clock and sighed.
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[26 Feb 2005|05:50am] |
Twas late on friday (early on saturday) when the inspiration to resurect a mortally wounded LJ struck. Considering that it was mortally wounded, or perhaps even completely dead, it didn't make too much of a fuss about the matter.There was no wailing and nashing of teeth, there were no fountains of blood gushing ten feet high (of the variety seen in particularly gory anime's such as Ninja Scroll). It died a rather quiet and unnoticed death. Sure... perhaps it's absence passed through the minds of those who'd seen it around, but most likely, it happend in the same way that one would think about the absence of a moth that used to hang around their ceiling, or a particular blade of grass that, when walked past, was just long enough to thrust boldly into.....
and we'll stop right there.
Following the long, arduous, and coma inducing introduction, I would like to introduce a second introduction known as the "Welcome to the middle, or perhaps the end, depending on how long I end up writing this" introduction. Welcome, and yes, I am indeed amazed you managed to make it this far. Fortunately, I am able to keep on writing, because I've already forgotton most of what I wrote. There are advantages to being a goldfish in a human's body (For those who miss the reference, you are probably a goldfish too. Finally, you have the reason why you never quite gelled with the local "XTREME Knitting Club"), such as pretending I didn't write what I did in those brackets in an incredibly confincing manner. It is of course, a well known fact that lie detectors are completely useless against demonic toasters belonging to the empire. A little known fact however, is that these toasters played a vital role in the defeat of the rebel forces in the documentary "The Empire Strikes Back". Do you have any idea how many toasters it took to keep those walker mech's toes from getting cold? Or how many storm troopers had toasters secreted away in their most private of areas.. warding off frostbite from their most precious of appendages? In fact, the Death Star was exclusively powered by demonic toasters. It is a shame that the entire demoinic toaster race (with the exclusion of one sexually frustrated soul) perished with the demise of that oh-so sexy metal ball of planetary destructive doom.
Yes... the pointless rant strikes back.
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[06 Feb 2005|05:14am] |
Right.
I am the first person to come up with the phrase "You are a badly genetically structured fuck!"
I plan to use it gratuitously in future.
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[14 Jan 2005|01:33am] |
Stolen from jadedflame... a lot.
Heading back up from durbs tomorrow. Wish me a mad-truck-drivers-on-steroids-in-hail-less journey. ;)
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