Progress And A Return

The day has been long and unusual in respect to my waking at hours akin to those maintained by the rest of the population. Also of note today was my productivity with respect to the amount of content I covered during the eight hours of this solar rotation consumed by the digestion of information related to programming. Of late I have been quite sad, however I appear to have ascended somewhat from the lowly murk of weeks prior.

After three months of solidarity, I have come to the decision that Mac OS X is not the operating system in which I prefer to spend time. For this reason, as well as  my recent purchase of Grand Theft Auto IV I have undertaken re-partitioning of my hard drive and a re-installation of Windows Vista. While there are certain Mac users in my vicinity that might seek to render snide remarks about the superiority of OS X, I prey these factions shall remain ever silenced by virtue of the fact that OS X is still present on my machine and shall remain so for as long as I feel the need to explore it.

My course is going well, today I finished the last of the outstanding units in this module and will spend the next few days writing an application which will embody each of the concepts I have studied in order to make me aware of the nuances not visible when code is examined in isolation as it so frequently is in the study of programming. Christchurch City Libraries is having a book sale over the enxt few days that I hope to attend in order to procure some books or DVDs at a rate more fiscally comfortable than could be found when dealing by commercial channels.

I got a craving for Liz Phair today which I elected to satisfy, however when I did this I did not anticipate the rising of sentiments that would rise within me upon hearing the melody for “Why Can’t I”, alas I listen again and resign such thoughts to places less focal.

 

And now, before the night recedes further into day, I shall depart to sleep in preparation for the morrow, where I shall write once more in code, verse and word

This Is How My Life Will End

NB: This is all in good humour I’m not at all suicidal right now, it’s just the way the words came out.

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This was written roughly to the tune of We Are Going To Be Friends by The White Stripes

I hope you like it, let me know what you think

I’ll shoot myself, in the head
You can’t shoot me, ’cause I’ll be dead
You’ll burry me, in the ground, inside a box there’ll be no sound
The worms will eat it, then my flesh, but I wont care, ’cause I’ll be dead
This is how my life is going to end
Yes this is how my life is going to end

I’ll shoot myself
I’ll shoot myself
I’ll shoot me, but no one else
This is how my life is going to end
Yes this is how my life is going to end

I’ll slit my throat, with a knife
My blood will run, as cold as ice
And as I sit, clinging to life
I’ll think aloud
“Well, this is nice”

This is how my life is going to end
Yes this is how my life is going to end

I’ll slit my throat
I’ll slit my throat
I’ll do it while I’m on a boat
This is how my life is going to end

I will die, in a plane
It’s been hijacked, and its in flames
The terrorists will say to me
You have until, the count of three
And then they’ll start their bloody killing spree
And I will be the first casualty

This is how my life is going to end
Yes this is how my life is going to end

A miracle, we touch down
And there are snipers, all around
I’m alive, and in my seat, I try to get up, to my feet

This isn’t how my life was meant to end

The sniper sitting in the grass
Can’t see my face, only my ass
He mistakes it for a terrorist mask
Never wear a ski mask on your ass

The sniper always hits his mark
I die of a wound to my arse
And that is how my life is going to end
Yes that is how my life is going to end

And with a flash
I wake up,
Of this dream, I’ve had enough
All these thoughts, of the end, are nothing real they’re just pretend
And this is how this song is going to end
Yes, this is how this song is going to end.

Everything Glows In a Place Like This

Those with words that poke, and minds to focus upon all things orthopaedic are coming, the killers play and I think of she who questions the fate of those who shimmer, she is gone, and I await her return.

This is just another in a steady stream of therapeutic poking’s I have received, they are a monument to the health system’s inability to replicate information correctly, a fact I will forever be reminded of.

Morningwood play,this excites me greatly, my love for them is best expressed in an allusion to the love an obese person might have for fried goods, chicken being the most noted and stereotypical candidate.

I can hear the employee’s bantering’s, at least I think they are hers, I hear the voice but I have yet to lay an eye upon her, this calls into question not only my sanity, but potentially that of my mother who’s conversation with the invisible employee I am overhearing

Oasis now play and I brace myself form the flood of translucent pink emotions that will soon fill me, making me warm, and bringing about the need to hold someone and sway rhythmically with them as I wave a neon glow stick in the air as a tiny part of a semi-synchronous movement with the 9,998 other Oasis fans, each of us slightly offset by the others complete lack of rhythm and timing.

Paffendorf’s La La La Girl plays, and as I imagine it’s semi-pornographic album cover I want to dance, like Napoleon Dynamite might dance if were on speed in a room full of other people who appreciate trance as a genre.

Placebo play and I think of a hobo in a dusty dilapidated shack at 11:30 on a Thursday night, heart thumping in anticipation of emptying the thick black contents of the syringe  into himself, as long as I’m wrapped in this beat, I am that hobo.  Listening to “Every You, Every Me” is a metaphorical Christmas for me, I’m transported somewhere new each and every time I listen.

Scooter’s playing and as he does two things occur

1. I wish I had legs so I could render upon the world my ballet, which I have entitled “How not to dance in public”
2. I wonder what it would be like to actually shoot a DJ, I imagine the blood spatter would be somewhat rhythmic.

The smashing pumpkins play, and I’m taken back to my youth, and a copy of the original “Hugo’s House of Horrors” game, to enter the house you have to have the key, which you will find by breaking open the pumpkin, which took me a great many years to figure out.

As Bullets With Butterfly Wings plays, I imagine I am a bat, flying around screeching a biting people, which is new for me, usually when I hear this song, I’m well and truly in the mood to destroy things.

The musical journey will continue as it always has for me, but for now I can not provide the words for you to accompany me any further, because I have a pressing need to insert foodstuffs into the appropriate orifice.

[UPDATE 9:28AM Apparently "playa" is recognised by windows live writer spell-check as a valid word, and I feel the need to throw up.]

Back

I’ve been away a long time, I seam to make a habit of doing that, I’d promise you this will be the last time, and if I do that I might be lying.

Why is everyone so “wow” over transformers, I haven;t seen it, is the CG good, I hope it is, they have no excuse for it not to be, also I hope the plot doesn’t follow your typical transformers plot line because its really repetitive and boring. I suppose now it’s repetitive and boring in 3D – woooooooo 3D.

Has anyone else seen Kyle XY, I did, it started last Sunday (as the replacement for Gilmore girls), I quite enjoyed the first episode.

Oh and has anyone seen Dame-O, he seams to have completely disappeared from the face of the earth; he did that quietly, you’d think a human spontaneously leaving earth would make news, I guess our threshold for newsworthy has gone up, or we’re all too distracted by the latest bombing, by the time I finish this sentence, something eke will have been bombed – change the channel, bombings are boring.

I’m getting university stuff sorted slowly, I’m aiming to start in October at Canterbury University doing a bridging program which, if I pass will mean I can enter level one computer science.

I’m very excited and equally scared, this sure is an interesting time to be me. 

Musically, I’m still very much into trance, if it’s a passing phase it’s sure taking it’s time to pass; also Hey There Delilah has been in my head for a week now, and just this evening I listened to a Colbie Caillat track titled “Bubbly” which I have heard on the radio a few times, and it has grown on me to the point where it is like a festering monster, threatening to entrap my entire face in a jelly-like goo.

I’ve been getting really fast net lately, I got Windows Live Writer (which I am using ti write this blog entry) in about five seconds at 430KB/S.

I can’t wait until teleporters are invented, having the ability to go anywhere a human has set foot in an instant is something I’ve found more of a desire to do lately.

Speaking of humans, James is a human, I miss James and all my Australian based family members, and so to you all I say I miss you and I love you.

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Did you know?

• “Homer’s Phobia” is the fifteenth episode of The Simpsons‘ eighth season, which originally aired on the Fox network on February 16, 1997.

• That on this day in 1996 a pip bomb exploded at Centennial Olympic Park during the Summer Olympic Games killing 111 people.

[Source: Wikipedia]

Old Favorites

I went to bed at 10:30 last night, I lay down becomming more and more restless every moment until, at 1AM I got up, during the hazy hours between one and seven in the morning, I got to thinkking about some old favorite songs.

Mercineries

(Guitar solo intro)
Mercenaries are tough not sweet, prepared to die they can’t be beat.
Evil is what I desire
Mercenaries are evil proprietors.
Chorus
They’ll hurt you badly, hurt you badly.
They’ll hurt you badly, hurt you badly
(Guitar Solo)
They’ll sneak in when the sun goes down.
Planting landmines all around.
I pay the well , they follow my orders.
So I’ll have then poison your water.
Chorus
(Drum and bass solo)
(Drum bass and guitar)
Chorus
Crowbar to the face, you deserve no better.
But I prefer torture where the victim gets wetter.
Some day soon I’ll buy Fox
I hear  they use mercenaries a lot
Chorus
(guitar and drum solo)