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Mar. 9th, 2004 @ 02:54 pm
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This journal will no longer be updated. The new home for my Brain Pool is ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sleepingeidolon. Thank you. |
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Mar. 8th, 2004 @ 06:23 pm
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Furnulum pani nolo.
"I don't want a toaster."
Generally, things (like this quiz) tend to tick you
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It's like they can see into my SOUL o__0;
I'm dreadfully trying to postpone working on art assignments. In fact, I've become quite anti-art in general. I think the trip to the art gallery on friday did it. If such hideous CRAP can be put up for display on walls and be worth thousands, then why do I even bother and try so hard to improve my "skills." Suddenly it's not even worth it. How does such monstrosity get into galleries? Do people not have visual sensory organs? I think they call them... EYES. And there seems to be a great lack of them, irritatingly enough.
So I don't know what I'm going to do. All "dreams" of becoming some sort of "artist" are, quite frankly, gone with the wind. (...There -is- an eery lack of wind here, for once...) I think I'll go do something with web design. Alas, after this, "art" will only become a hobby once more.
Oh! And I almost forgot. I'm going to be switching ljs. *ducks* comewhat_may isn't "me" enough. So I'm just going with "karyuu" :P I have NO idea why I didn't choose that name in the first place. Anyway. If anyone is still interested, add and you'll be added. It really doesn't matter to me either way ;)
Current Mood:  gloomy Current Music: In Flames - As The Future Repeats Today |
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Bought another DCD album. That makes... three? Yep.
How many more weeks until the portfolio due date? Seven weeks? And how many pieces do I have left to do, over 10-15? And what am I doing all of the time, playing PS?
Yep. Self-control doesn't enter the equation at all.
Theistic debate over XG forum PMs not going very well. Turned into a debate over Christianity, when it wasn't supposed to be that at all. Not that I mind, I think that gives me the upper hand than if we were debating over general theism, but it really is going nowhere.
"Where is the proof of your god's existence?"
"There is no proof. Christianity is a religion of faith."
"Then how do you expect me to submit to your position without evidence?"
"God wants you to come to him of your own freewill."
"Why him and not any of the other gods, if there is no proof?"
"... Christianity is a religion of faith ..."
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The annoying thing is that the other party doesn't get my point. I can hardly make it any simpler, but if someone doesn't want to listen, they just won't, no matter what you say. Every argument I bring up returns to "We don't know how God works" or "We're not meant to know" or "God -has- the ability to do this, BUT..."
I seriously need another fan for the comp.Current Music: Dead Can Dance - Ullyses |
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Or several of them, really. Studio art field trip. And there was this one gallery that had text superimposed on strange and bizarre photos. And one piece caught my eye in particular. Went something like this (I wrote it down, heh):
"Somewhere on the other side of the earth a car has overturned and is burning, spewing black smoke into the sky. There are no witnesses. Deep in space, a supernova, larger than a galaxy, is collapsing, caving in, taking with it an avalanche of stars. It is a dot on a photograph.
"Click. A circle of light isolates a chair placed in the center of the room. From the shadows comes a voice, distinctly foreign: 'We have ways of making you talk.'
"'Help! They're gluing my fingers together with crazy glue!'"
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Damn it,this is the closest I've gotten so far.
Back to the drawing board.
... Oh. And PS works again :D Software mode.
[ edit ] Scratch that. THIS is it XD I made it! Wooo! Highest building in Hydlaa!
Feb. 29th, 2004 @ 01:04 pm
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I got a package from Paris today XD Rushed like crazy to open it - thinking it was something from Ryzom (fat chance) - and it turned out to be several copies of the magazine some folks wanted me to submit a poem to. France! Gods. My work sure does travel :P
Yeah. I hate the thing, really, since it displays nothing of my abilities, but the art they used is very nice. So I'm pleased.
( And here it is )
Feb. 28th, 2004 @ 05:00 pm
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AHHHH!
Pogopuschel has a livejournal!
Must force him to make entries now. Yes. Must.
You brought this upon yourself :P
Feb. 27th, 2004 @ 07:41 pm
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Can't think of anything to sing about,
not much out there to sing about,
The world's okay, The weather's fine,
no need to sing about that, so i'll sing about. . .
Sponges!
Sponges yeah!
Sponges!
Sponges yeah yeah!!
Sponges suck
Sponges suck
Sponges absorb liquid then you squeeze them out yeah!!
There's lots of songs of peace,
lots of songs of love,
even songs about peaches and Valkyries,
there's no songs about . . .
Tuna fish!
Tuna fish!
Tuna fish!
Tuna fish!
Their real big, swim in oceans,
come in cans like hockey pucks,
Tuna got their name cause they don't swim in pairs!!!
Speech: Get it!
Tu-na.
Are there two of those fish? Na.
Tu-na, Tu-na
It's funny.Hee Hee Hee Hee. No?
I like tuna.
Sponges!
Sponges yeah!
Sponges!
Sponges yeah yeah!!
Sponges suck Sponges suck
Sponges suck Sponges suck
Sponges clean up dishes and sinks
and countertops and baby's noses
They suck up soap
and when you squeeze them out they make
Bubbles!
Bubbles!!
Bubbles!!!
Sponges.
Feb. 27th, 2004 @ 06:34 pm
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(18:56:26) Tigerlily7474: well /Excuse/
(18:56:28) Tigerlily7474: me
(18:58:05) Ryu Shijo: I can't, it's a thursday :/
(18:58:21) Tigerlily7474: huh. is that so.
(18:58:36) Ryu Shijo: Unless I've been lied to by every calendar ever printed.
(19:00:40) Tigerlily7474: i shouldn't be telling you this, but YES! IT'S ALL A CONSPIRACY AGAINST YOU!!!
(19:00:45) Tigerlily7474: RUN, SMEE RUN!
(19:01:07) Ryu Shijo: *hits the r key with all her might* !!!!!
(19:01:15) Ryu Shijo: ... ._.
(19:01:24) Ryu Shijo: Sorry. Planeshift withdrawal.
(19:04:46) Tigerlily7474: *takes notes* i shee... and what are shome of the other shymptomsh?
(19:06:12) Ryu Shijo: Coughing up of paper balls, bashing into walls in hopes of glitching through, doing a double-take at every dark corner in hopes of finding crystals, trying to climb the sky to get to the "sky dome," running around holding two knives and pretending they're sabres...
(19:07:32) Ryu Shijo: ...Is it curable?
(19:08:25) Tigerlily7474: ...Hmm... It is...queshtionable
(19:08:32) Ryu Shijo: OH GOD.
(19:08:37) Ryu Shijo: *bashes into a wall*
(19:09:46) Tigerlily7474: Perhapsh, with intenshive therapy, but even then it ish...doubtful..
(19:09:49) Tigerlily7474: i'm shorry.
(19:10:23) Ryu Shijo: No, doctor, you HAVE to help me! Think of the children! I may actually learn to love them!
(19:11:38) Tigerlily7474: I'm shorry, but today ish my golf day. Shee you in the morning? *grabs caddy and leaves*
(19:12:09) Ryu Shijo: *glitches through a wall* ... son-of-a...
(19:13:00) Tigerlily7474: hahaha
(19:13:12) Tigerlily7474: *laughs at smee from other side of wall*
(19:13:22) Ryu Shijo: ... TO THE SKY DOME!
(19:13:39) Tigerlily7474: oooooh! i wanna go to the sky dome!
(19:14:07) Ryu Shijo: You have to glitch ^_^ And make sure you're in software mode running at about 2-4 FPS XDDD
(19:14:53) Tigerlily7474: ...it boggles the mind
(19:15:08) Tigerlily7474: I AM NOT ONE OF THE CHOSEN ONES!!! AIIIEEE!!!
(19:16:18) Ryu Shijo: QUICKLY!!! TO THE WALL!
(19:16:43) Tigerlily7474: *runs toward wall*
(19:16:47) Tigerlily7474: R! R!
(19:17:05) Ryu Shijo: STRAFE!!
[ on a side-note, death metal kicks ass ]
Feb. 26th, 2004 @ 07:21 pm
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Like a moth to a flame, folks. Moth to a flame...
:: moving on ::
Whatever the reason may be, I have come to hate rain. My temper begins to flare up everytime it rains. Everytime I see rain, the first thing that I think about is when it would stop. I hate bringing umbrellas. I hate wearing raincoats. I hate hiding under narrow shades just to avoid being drenched. I hate it when the water seeps into my socks and soaks my feet. I hate the movement and the sound of windshield wipers.
I just .... hate ... rain....
Nevertheless, there are certain pluses to this situation. For one, I can laugh at all the other idiots running for their lives in the heavy rain while seeking to "fulfill their social needs and wants". Two, I can laugh at the females running for their lives in the curtain-like rain while trying to be dainty at the same time. If anyone's tried, you'd know it's bloody impossible to run like a lady in the middle of a friggin' downpour. Ah well, back to the books where I can strive to be a part of this humanity that I have come to dislike so much. Society. They can take it and stuff it up some turkey, bake it in lemongrass and onions and potatoes, and then feed it to the cows. (Which they do, incidentally.)
I like cows. Just not the human kind.
:: moving on ::
Finally managed to download this song, by the way. Somehow Eshin's recommendations always turn out to be great. Must steal his head :P
:: moving on ::
...Do I have to wait a century more? Why can't it happen now?
Feb. 25th, 2004 @ 09:58 pm
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Something's trying to crawl out of my head. I don't know if I should let it. Who knows what kind of havoc it could wreak it left unchecked. Still, I bet it needs some fresh air. Or maybe it's hungry. *pokes her cranium*
I'm going to refrain from posting until I get a new video card, for fear of every post turning into a giant whine. So! *deep breath*
Time to count the piggies.
::edit::
I decided to make every entry before this one friends-only. I don't know why. I felt like I needed a spontaneous semi-fresh start.
Feb. 24th, 2004 @ 09:30 pm
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I felt a need to put up Arrogant Worms' lyrics to Carrot Juice Is Murder XD
Listen up brothers and sisters come hear my desperate tale
I speak of our friends of nature trapped in the dirt like a jail
Vegetables live in oppression, served on our tables each night
This killing of veggies is madness, I say we take up the fight
Salads are only for murderers, coleslaw's a fascist regime
Don't think that they don't have feelings, just cause a radish can't scream
Chorus:
I've heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (burning off calories)
How do you think that feels (bet it hurts really bad)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (and that's a real crime)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (let my vegetables go)
It's time to stop all this gardening (it's dirty as hell)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)
I saw a man eating celery, so I beat him black and blue
If he ever touches a sprout again, I'll bite him clean in two
I'm a political prisoner, trapped in a windowless cage
Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips by killing five men in a rage
I told the judge when he sentenced me, "This is my finest hour,
I'd kill those farmers again just to save one more cauliflower"
Chorus
How low as people do we dare to stoop,
Making young broccolis bleed in the soup?
Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes
Let potted plants free, don't mash that potato!
Oh spare the spud! Eat a cow instead!
I've heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (fates in the stir-fry are sealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (you fat gourmet slob)
How do you think that feels? (leave them out in the field)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (V8's genocide)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (yes, your composts are graves)
It's time to stop all this gardening (take up macrame)
Let's call a spade a spade
(is a spade, is a spade, is a spade, is a spade......)
Power to the peas! Give peas a chance!
all we are saying, is give peas a chance
Feb. 13th, 2003 @ 03:50 pm
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