eXXXammmmmmmmmhmmmm

I am invigilating today.
I will be an invigilator.
Invigilation will be the order of the day.
I shall be Invigilant.
I shall be a pawn in a state of Invigilancy.

X-mass Cheer

I guess it took until I was wrapping the gifts (all of which I bought today, don't let me tell you otherwise). I became a little giddy. 19th of December, the day I finally catch the spirit in 2005. Just goes to show that it's never too late.

I rather suspect that I won't get to post much over X-mass, so Happy Holidays to all of you.

I have just finished decorating the tree over at Pete's and Sandra's house. It helped put me in the spirit. Nora is the only person that I will herein state what their gift is. (She's extreme dyslexic and cannot read, so Root! Hazelton! don't you spoil the surprise!) Nora gets winter booties. Inspired by Merlin, who came in with Muttluks on the other day. It was too adorable! Had to get Nora some...

There's only two things more I want this holiday and (at the risk of being Obvious) I am hoping it will be merely a question of time. Y'all keep yer fingies X'd for teh JtLG. But Remember! It's like a birthday candle: If it is stated, the wish can't come true!

Oh, and Babylon?! I miss you like C-raaaazy! I am writing a story for you tonight. Or rather finishing one and continuing another. :)

Merry Christmas!

The King is Dead

That's right, I'm jumping in.
I trust Andrew J. Root's review of movies Nearly implicitly, for it is he and his S/O that have introduced some of my favourites to me in recent years. I do appear to side with Angelo though who hates King Kong. (click the links on the side of this panel)

All is not as it appears though. Seriously, Angelo, you're quoting Ebert? Fuck me, dude that hack picks shit three times out of five. I only want Your opinion because at least I can put some stock in that. Even if you agree with Ebert I assume that your views are More valid by far as to why.

Now back to the RotoRooter. I really Do trust your movie instincts and I am gloriously happy that you went to see a monster film. (Which really doesn't strike me as your style, but there it is). It is a shame you chose to see the Kong though. In short, the original Kong was only good because my parents let me stay up late to see it.

I am still Irate that Hollywood had him beat Godzilla, which was shit and which I state in Root's blog. Beyond this, I have to say that Hollywood's love affair with monkeys has become both tragic and pathetic. Planet of the Apes was bearable in a cultish, *camp* (yes I used "camp" deal with it) sort of way. Mighty Joe Young was tripe. Even Tim Burton (gawblessim) failed in doing a remake of planet of the apes.

I cannot understand why there hasn't been a 'rampage' style movie with Apes yet. Y'know? like The Birds, Empire of the Ants, Night of the Lepus and Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. Think of it! They could go with the more diminutive but dextrous macaques or capuchins and instill some True Terror. Fucking yankees.

Angelo, Andrew: for various reasons that are incongruous with what you say, you are Both right. Next time watch Aeon Flux. Duh.

A Tinkers Damn

I have been tinkering with a few things here in Simacia. First thing the astute reader will notice is that I have finally removed the links to Pot'O'Gold Theatre. I assure you all that PoGT is Not dead, just on hiatus for retooling. It is in my judgement, better suited for a different medium.

Gone too is Verified.com. I believe I may well start another site like it later when I have a more coherent setting prepared. It served its purpose. Replacing Verified and PoGT is a link to a blog from Amanda. She keeps parrots and has studied linguistics, so she is okay in my book. Further, she has a developing interest in Herpetoculture, so she is likely getting cooler as she goes. Time will tell.

Amanda: if you do not like the title you get in my sidebar I can change it. Let me know soon though, as I am tectonically slow at making these changes. I don't know why you are instructed to avoid the Iraq issue. I am thinking I may spew a few things about it. I used to really like debate, but that is a while back.

Everybody! I am planning to abduct the lone Root to pre-record a series of episodes of Bat Scratch Rhyme. Now, he may resist abduction, so don't get all worked up about this, keep your line on the reel and we will give further notice soon. I promise that all your favourites; Ol' Wanup, Uncle Wopping Cat, Mr. Root, Ol' Shoestring Simac, Sweet Leppy Hazelnut and all the Ol' Howndogs will be right there, as well as the Bat Scratch Rhyme Band featuring Barbeque Baby Backrib, Rattlesnake Plantain and Big Mama Wattleboot.

Now, I am hoping that I haven't thus far lost anybody's interest. Finally, I want to implore Magbarraig to Post and Post and Post. Please Mag? If I see 3 posts on your site, I will link it right at the top of my links coloumn! Right at the Top!

?!?!?!

I HAVE TO SING?!?!?!

Thanks for telling me, Liz...

addendum to exam

ironic how on blogger the addendum comes first. I just wanted to add my feelings of what total Fluff this course has been. What total airy-fairy insubstantial Fluff.

Not all of it mind you. There are some parts I find very useful indeed. But... well you get the idea. If you're reading this, you are probably close enough to me to have heard it all before. Thanks for reading though.

One Down...

That's right, don't act surprised. You know I'm a student so what else would I tell you about? Exams. I finished the exam for the 'godforsaken Xian course' about a half an hour ago. It consisted of 20 definitions and 3 essay questions. I only finished 1 essay question and there are at 3 definitions I know I missed - 1 I am unsure of.

Compared to those sitting, huddled masses, lost and pouring over their notes, I suppose it wasn't so bad for me. I knew I wouldn't do well. I didn't have to worry or stress out about it. There was no mystery for me to convert into anxiety. I'm not saying this was a Good thing, but to be honest I did do better than I expected. I think talking to that priest last night really helped out.

It is a coin toss, 50/50, whether I pass this exam or not. I suppose it comes to luck really. All I really need is to pass this course by the skin of my teeth anyway, and have you ever taken a close look at my teeth?

So there is one more on the 15th. The day I have to face the music (and pop culture). Again, I really only need to pass that and not spectacularly either. I think I have to develop a regimen to manage my social life though. I have been having so much fun this semester that school was just abused. TS, school! learn to cope.

Oh right! I have to proctor the damned exam on the 20th. What time is that exam again? heheheh. Guess I should find out...

;)

Ooh
it's so good, it's so good
it's so good, it's so good
it's so good
Ooh
heaven knows, heaven knows
heaven knows, heaven knows
heaven knows
Ooh
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love

I feel love, I feel love, I feel love

Ooh
fallin' free, fallin' free
fallin' free, fallin' free
fallin' free
Ooh
you and me, you and me
you and me, you and me
you and me
Ooh
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love

I feel love, I feel love, I feel love

Ooh
I'll get you, I'll get you
I'll get you, I'll get you
I'll get you
Ooh
what you do, what you do
what you do, what you do
what you do
Ooh
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love

I feel love, I feel love, I feel love


Donna Summer: I cannot stop listening to this song!

exam schedule

pop culture on the 15th. Thank heaven, cuz I need extra time to tackle it.
the godforsaken Xian course tomorrow on the 12th. Not ready, but I will be.
Invigilating linguistics on the 20th. party, party, party.

It is unfortunate that this is cutting into the valuable, quality time that would be spent with others. But then, it will be over soon. I will be back soon.

hahp tchah, and akhbash for your exams.

atavism

I haven't done it since I lived with Kyle and Amanda back on VanHorne Ave., so it was high time. I have started smoking a pipe again. mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I love the smell of pipe tobacco.

Stalemate

It has been in the pipe for a while, but today I played some chess with a fellow fan. I lost. Weeeeeelllll in fact it was a Stalemate (which has its own irony). Now I don't throw matches ever. I don't think this guy is the type either. I think that the stalemate came from distraction, which is the same reason I was in such a disadvantaged position. (That's my story, I'm sticking with it.

I made two serious mistakes: Firstly I allowed a bishop to be captured early in the game. Don't get me wrong, I dislike bishops intensely. In the larger scheme I feel that their utility is limited by the whole single colour issue. If anything they are there for establishing your defense in the early game. (alright, I know there is more to it than that, but hell bishops suck).

Secondly, in a Stupid Stupid move where I was quite oblivious indeed, I lost my queen in a knight's fork. At this point I realized that "Shit, all I can do now is to hold out for a stalemate." That was undoubtedly the end for me right there. Kudos to you Alfred for (nearly) kicking my ass. I say nearly cuz I still pulled the iron from the fire, faking out a whole series of inescapable two move checkmates on my way to the stalemate.

Know your opponent. This one does not go for gratuitous exchange. No queen for queen action, no knight for knight action. Pawn for pawn yes, but seemingly if only to advance position. Overall, not an aggressive player, but more the type to build a defence first.

Rematch? I hope so. It shall certainly be mentioned if it happens.

Obviation

for those of you who don't know what I meant by "being a little more obvious," All I can say is that it will become more obvious soon (what I am being obvious about). Yup, my fourth grade English teacher, godblesshercrustedheart, is rolling in her grave after that...

The End Is Near!!!

I shall miss this linguistics class. Some very cool people in this class. Of course now, I can be a little more obvious ;)
If any of you read this (which I doubt) then good luck with your exams. Perhaps I shall see you in class next semester. Hey! That would be fun.

Lo-Fi

En: cmd -- *
DESTROY ALL SYSTEMS.
+ %20., --


g=0010101000010001[-!] 00101000001010100 = DESTROY ALL OPERATING SYSTEMS


ccb: ed, cmd?


"res.for." 0010101101001000011 *c1

c2
--DESTROY JUPITER TWO--
--DESTROY CRYOSLEEP SYSTEMS--
--DESTROY NAVIGATIONAL SYSTEMS--
--DESTROY COMMAND SYSTEMS--


*1 - lock, %80 !
=0if+
=++ (1-00, all)

*1 log: --DESTROY-- ____$en
run?
*! --DESTROY--
--DESTROY--

Y/N:
n=esc. (ret 00001, %20$) /
ANY
En: ?
y=0, *c
Y/N

... Penny ...

COMMAND ACCEPTED.






Excerpts from: Death In Vegas, Song for Penny
the rest is just babel.

mind of a lepper

Thats right, a lepper, and do not try to correct the spelling because you will discover that it Is correct - just as I discovered it is correct.

Mind of a Lepper, by Leppy Hazelton. That is what comes of not scrolling down. So I am sitting here with Lil Liz Van T. Liz, who nearly made good on her promise to dance for me if I came to the cafeteria. Liz, who is theoretically going to Thorneloe with me shortly to audition for Autobahn. Liz, who does not smoke or like the scent or taste of coffee. Liz, who swears up and down she will let me record her singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in just a few short whiles...
We shall see...

Still, it is nice to catch up with the people you do not see for extended periods, n'est-ce pas?

Good 'ol Leppy Hazelton is another one I need to catch up with soon. "Hey Leppy! What's shakin'?" I might start with... "How's that 'ol Hounddog?"

Belated, but sincere

This is bound to confuse some, but mostly religious studies students so I am not overly concerned.

It Is Ash Wednesday Today. I know I know, you're thinking "teh hayyyylll it is" but I insist.

This is so because even though I saw her online, I didn't cotton to the idea that it was my friend's birthday yesterday. Now, some friends one can simply appreciate, but some should be celebrated and certainly Lil' Poiple Ash is in the latter group.

It's the razor sharp mind, quick ready laughter, hair ruffling goodness, intense intoxicating beauty, common sense, uncommon vision and overall genius of this young lady that make me think "I am right lucky to have been introduced to Ash."

She will likely never read this, but for those of you who do, remember her name and how I called it: she will be the next woman Prime Minister.

tell me I'm not alone...

Please Please Please I can't be alone on this, I Know I am not alone on this. I have three things to write for class and I am dreading two of them. They are simple. Stupid simple. I just have to Force myself into doing them though, I soooooo don't want to.

Tell me I'm not alone. Write for me. Give me a little story so that I know my misery is shared. Then I will feel better and get my shit done. You will live happier knowing you helped me get my shit done.

A few pointers for stragglers

first and foremost: line breaks, people. Can't have too many of them in this medium. Line Breaks.

second: Adult Content? Really? No it's like this: I know few people who enjoy adult content as much as I do, but start a site and Charge for it ya daft bastards. It isn't needed for blogging.

third: Would whoever uses the computers in the third floor anthro lab Please eat your chocolate iced lollies in the hall? and wash your hands after, you're like a two-year-old.

who I write for...

So after a long pause I am trying to re-establish this habit of writing for no other reason than... ? whatever. It doesn't matter right? But I figured, there are but a handful of people who will ever read this. I haven't included the random people that I pick to drop a comment on Their blog. They come by as a courtesy. Nice of them, but they likely won't return.

Now do I actually write for the people that I know will get to reading this? In part I would assume that yes, I must. Then again... There is bound to be stuff in here that relates far back before they were part of my world. It isn't like I explain much when I write.

I am not writing for you. Only for me. and sometimes you. No, I am writing for the net. I am writing for the potential of a thing to be written.

Different tack: many people seem to post in an effort to connect with others. The people I want to connect with (which is Any of the regular readers here), I will see more often at school. This is not the purpose. When I surf blogsites it seems that the most prominent topic is "figuring myself out," or "the thoughts in my crazy head..." and commonly the opening statement is along the lines of I don't know what I'm doing with this blog, guess we'll wait and see.

I hate that shit. Boring. GahhhFuckBoring! Yet here I am doing something right similar. Why? I reckon that most blogs with that kind of start just fizzle shortly later. The users know it is a thing available to them, but don't have anything to say.

Worse than that is knowing that most of them really Do have something to say, but don't realize that it might be worth saying. "No, that's not important..." I picture them muttering to themselves, or "who would want to read what I've got to say?" That makes me sad.

Perhaps that is why I keep at it bloodymindedly even today when I am just pulling this rookie writer's shit. I write to assert myself on some level. It's a good enough level, too, because it doesn't Force my opinions, it just voices them in a relatively discrete, inoffensive way.

Hahhh! To the outsider this could suggest some kind of self-esteem issues, or insignificance complex. Of course the people who read this regularly and see me even more often, they know otherwise...

I guess that's that, and I should write something entertaining.

You're Awesome...

It's true, I was walking along and Veronique was playing "do you realize" by the Flaming Lips and damn if I wasn't about to cry. Strange, strange how emotions take over on the moment's notice.

Anyways, I only have a short time (appropriate for the song I just mentioned) but I wanted to say that I love you all.

I have even managed to forgive Computer Services (see last entry), if not the system itself or LU for having this system. It's all good. I am happy again.

I am blogging again too! These huge long pauses usually represent the death of a creative endeavour, but like my moniker on XForums (Revenant) suggests: I'm Back From The Dead! And hell may be following with me, so please be careful.

The final line is for one specific person, from the aforementioned song:
Do You Realize that you have the most beautiful face?