Unsolicited Testamonial

I'm not sure whether to thank Patrick or napalm his house. Specifically regarding this comment on his page.



ITEM! Bill is still a panda, but this time I'm going to link to the relevant entry instead of just his blog. Do check out his whole blog, though, especially if you're a nice young Christian lass looking for love. I swear, Bill would chill out so much if he got a girlfriend; somebody please go out with him and do his friends an enormous favour.



Hello, Patrick? They've read the blog, they know I'm sad. They don't need you making it look like I'm some sort of sad pathetic freak trawling the net for a Lady Love. Thanks for the sentiments though. It's nice to know that someone cares about my state of mind : even if they do have to make fun of me in doing so.

Panda-monium!!!!

Okay, so my assimilation into the world of "Panda" has begun. For those of you who visit this website regularly, look out for a "panda" icon. This will be a post about the rehearsals for the show. What show? Why it's "Matthew's Excellent Christmas Adventure!" being produced by the Harvest Rain Theater Company. Fun!

We had our first rehearsal last night. 6.30pm to 10.30pm. And I have another one tonight, but I'm only there for two hours, so that's all right. It's a very interesting show. It has a lot of visual gags as well as a bunch of songs and stuff. I think it will be fun. I play a character called "Panda", who is one of the toys that comes to life and is kidnapped by the pirates! Suspense!!

He also has a twisted relationship with a rag doll named 'Polly', however that's not the only twisted thing in this show. There's a porcelain doll who keeps on hitting on Matthew (the 12 year old lead). That boy's gonna need therapy after that : one of your dolls hitting on you is not conducive to good mental health. Although, to be fair, what's a twelve year old boy doing with a porcelain doll?Psychotherapy!!!

At any rate it's looking cool, so I'll post more tommorrow after the first scene work we doing tonight. Another thing you might notice is the "comments" section down below. It will open a pop-up so you can leave comments on every post. If you feel like it. Kind of like a directors commentary, but by you!

My Day of Nothing

Well, that was interesting day of nothing. I used the internet, watched "The Replacements" and began reading "Harry Potter and the Third Key" by Snowfox. I'm only up to chapter 27 (out of 57 so far) and from what I've read, it's pretty much in character. i won't bore you much with the details, but it's nice to have something else to read while we wait for the fifth book to come out.

I'm currently listening to Japanaradio which is nice. It has provided me with a list of some new j-pop to hunt down. I've also put Japanese text support back into Internet Explorer so I can once again attempt to read my asian websurfing without resorting to babelfish's broken english.

Nice to have a day off, but tommorrow hell begin's anew.

Bugger.

Sleeping the Sleep of the Sleeping Dead

I am sooooooo tired!!! I have been at uni every day for the last three weeks for at least 8 hours, if not more. Combine that with the assignment work at home, the travelling back and forwards and you have one stressed out Bill. I feel like a character in a renai game who has been studying too hard. My stress meter is right off the scale and despite the fact I'm taking tomorrow off to sleep, do nothing and maybe read a little Harry Potter fanfiction (Apparently there's this really cool novel length one that is true to the characters AND has correct spelling and grammar! I'll let you know more after I read it.), I don't think I'm going to score too many relaxation points.

Today I finished an assignment detailing "Expressionism: It�s Origins and Realization in the Music of the Second Viennese School". Fascinating? If I hadn't known all of this before. The major pain was that I was required to do correct referencing and stuff for it, so I had to find books and stuff that backed up what I was going to say anyway. I wrote about 2300 words in 4 hours and they were all value. Particularly the 700 words I wrote about Freud and his influence on the Expressionist movement.

Now that I've read more about Freud and his theories, I've come to a conclusion : Freud is a whacko. I thought this before I did the reading and I still think it. The only thing Freud has offered me is the opportunity to be able to say, "Sorry I ate all the chips. My id was hungry."

Going home from uni now to watch 24 and to sleep.

Kooroo Kooroo Too!!

Or at least that's how the seiyuu in Sega's "Cool Cool Toon" pronounce their own title.

After spending the entire day at uni doing the Juxtaposed concert, I scarpered and headed over to Steiny's for some mad-cool fun. Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi on big screen with good sound, followed by a bit of "Cool Cool Toon".

Kind of like DDR but involving a gamepad and more animated goodness. With the spate of top notch whizz bang super graphics engines on consoles these days, I'd almost forgotton what minimal polygons with no cel shading looked like. Well, it matters not a jot. I like the game and will be begging/borrowing/stealing/buying a copy of the soundtrack, yep, you betya, uh huh!

I've update the All About Shoujo page, or as Patrick calls it, my 'personals' ad. Read his page and you'll see why he's obsessed with personals.

Also, more e-mails and entries on the guestbook please!!!! I know you're all reading this 'cos I've got your IP addresses in my log, so I know it's not the government trying to read my mind so they can create a super robot clone in order to take over my life and wreak havoc upon an-as-yet unsuspecting public.

Guestbook is here, and E-Mail me here.

Weathering the Weather

All I can say is, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The weather here in Brisbane at the moment is driving me insane. It was hot today. 35 fat arse degrees. In celcius. ARRRGGGHHH!!!! I mean, I've just come back from QCA and have walked through a dust storm!!!!!

I mean, a dust storm? In Brisbane?

No.

The surface of Mars maybe. The Gobi Desert maybe. Dallas, Texas maybe, but not Brisbane.

I walked for about half a kilometer wearing sunglasses. At 6.15pm. I'm cool, but not that cool.

What is cool is the film I just took delivery of for my major film project for Sound Production Projects 2. Our job is to write music, do ADR, do foley, etc and give the filmmakers back the ultimate mix. The funniest thing in this film is the line, "Bon appetit - bitch," after this one guy shoots this other guy. It sounds callous and cruel, but I found it rather funny.

Particularly since this guy looks like Trey Parker (who is one of the co-creators of South Park).

Anyway, I'm off to eat food.

Internet Bumperstickers

You know those image-button-link things that you put on your website? Like the ones further down my blog for blogger and dreambook. Thene there's probably the most famous one of all (which I don't feature - I'm just not hip enough ^_^); The 'Netscape Now!' button which has been perverted and rehashed for everything from 'Anime Now!' to 'Rank Furry Dead Animal Sex Now!'. I like to think of them as my own personal internet bumpersticker.

Of course, nowadays people use those things on the rear windshield. With the economy running at breakneck speed, people are always buying and selling, and having little sticky bits of socialist propaganda permanently attached ot the paintwork or trim of your prized vehicle can lower the value somewhat. In fact, the only people you generally see with genuine 'bumper' stickers stuck to their 'bumpers' are poor festering students who are studying music technology or something else so misunderstood by society at large, that they will never be able to afford a new vehicle and will be forced to drive their 7th hand 70s era Honda hatchback that smells like a cat peed, then rolled in the pee, then peed some more, swallowed it, choked and died, causing it's bladder to reflexively open and expell more pee to surround it in it's final resting place, for the rest of their natural lives.

Or until the car breaks down. And they have to apply to social services for one of those motorised cart thingies with the crappy novelty number plate on the back, and the big fluoro orange flag that says, "DANGER!! Old person approaching! Run away or else you'll contract his infectious age!". Or something.

Happy Happy BlogBlog Fun!!(tm)

Well, I now have a bio page to the left, as you can see. Unless you're blind. Sorry.

Management wishes to apologise the the blind people who can't see the link to the left.

Anyway, it's another happy, happy fun day at uni where I'm really bored, despite the fact I'm staring 8 000 000 000 000 million gazillion assignments in the face. Yay procrastinating! Anyway, I've been playing the brand new Happy Happy BlogBlog Fun!!(tm) game that I invented a while ago. You know, it's that one where you randomly reload the blogger.com front page and check out the different blogs it throws up in your face! Todays picks are :

http://teenagesongbird.blogspot.com/

Interesting. I guess 15 year old girls in Southern California are like fifteen year old girls everywhere. Y'know, I think that the age 15 is like the terrible twos of the teenage years. Honestly, I do. I don't seem to recall being very pleasant when I was 15, my sister was definitely not pleasant and most of the people I went to school with were pretty repulsive all the way through year 10 (the 15th year). Of course most of them were pretty repulsive all the way through highschool, but that's beside the point.

The next random dice roll reveals....

http://theacousticarchives.blogspot.com

Nice. Second blog I've found via random that appears somewhat normal. And I mean normal as opposed to the terabytes of angsty stupid kids out there who complain about having to clean their rooms. Must be tough. But this guy's blog reads well and he has recently restarted his blog, so I think I'll keep on reading this one. I like the comment about the moths in the daylight particularly.

Y'know, I think we should introduce theacousticarchives to risata... what d'you think? ^_^

How Did You Get My Number?

I worked as a telemarketer for part of my second year in university, so I know the pain that many of you experience when you have to listen to use ring up and read a script to you. The scripts are sometimes formatted like a flow-chart so that you can guide the conversation. Sometimes it's just a script that you have to alter to make it sound natural for you. One of the places I worked at we had a new script each night! Very confusing. For those of you who want to get a bit of fun out of the telemarketers who call you, check this out.

It's a script that shifts the balance of power in the conversation over to you, the receiver of the call. I now have this by the phone. Much more fun than just hanging up on them.

Just a quick aside, too. The majority of the people I worked with were high school drop-outs, single mothers, university students, etc. The money's not that great, but the only qualifications required are a pleasant phone manner. No matter how annoyed you are at them for calling you, just remember that they'd rather not be calling you at all, so please be polite when you tell them you're not interested. Yelling obscenitites at them just means that you'll be branded a rude, nasty person. And besides, how would you feel if all you were doing was trying to earn tuition and some guy cut fully sick on you just because you were doing your job?

I am Unquantifiable

I think that's how you spell it. The state of not being able to be quantified. This relates to a conversation I was having on MSN just moments ago, and my comments follow:

B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
Nobody can formulaise me!
B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
The reason I don't give out that [i want to do you] message is because I don't think like that.
B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
I am physically attracted to people but it works in a weird way
B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
I sometimes see a girl and think "wow she's really pretty", then she opens her mouth and is revolting. Or she takes another drag on her ciggy
B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
yuk
B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
But i also know people who are really pretty [in a non-hollywood way] and are also really beautiful inside and I find that combination much more attractive than a nice "rack"
B�L (shoujo.blogspot.com) says:
so i am an unquantifiable phenomenon


Which segues nicely into a topic I've been thinking about recently, which is : Why am I attracted to the persons I am attracted to? Freud (filthy old man that he was) would have you believe that we all want someone like our mothers. Other people believe we create a "script" that contains our personal preferences and throughout our lives we add and revise that script until we meet that special someone.

To me that sounds kind of like someone meeting someone by the numbers. I prefer to think that a good romantic relationship is borne from a good friendship, so if I become friends with a whole bunch of different people, then I'll meet someone who I like and could have a relationship with.

Now on a completely different topic, there's No Such Thing. It's a blog by this girl who lives in the states and I like reading it. I don't know why, but I do. It appeals to me. Perhaps because she reminds me of a girl that I would have liked to have known in high school, but didn't exist because all the girls I went to high school with were nasty, ugly (I mean ugly as people - they were conventionally pretty) and not very nice to be in proximity to.

She's also had some weird search terms for her webpage too.

I'm a Panda!!

On Saturday I auditioned for a role in a kid's Christmas pantomine called "Matthew's Excellent Journey". I thought I sucked. Really badly. I was tired, nervous (I never audition well) and, well, let's just say that DDR is a lot different to dancing with people. So I thought I had bombed out and gotten a fat 0.

Turns out that I didn't and I got a role as "Panda". Panda is, of course, a brain surgeon who works part-time as a hollywood dialogue editor and also pens a weekly column in "Time" magazine.

No, actually "Panda" is a Panda in the show. Matthew falls asleep on Christmas eve and has a dream where all his toys come to life and he goes on a journey to find the true meaning of Christmas. An excellent journey. It's a lead role and there's a chorus of kids in it as well, so that's nice. It's a production of the Harvest Rain Theatre Company who do very good pro-am shows in Brisbane town, so it should be an experience.

That's about all I have to say about that, actually. Fun.

Now I have to tell my other friends. "Guess what? I'm a panda!". Chichiri would like photos and would like me to cosplay in the costume to BAS but I don't think so. Ranma cosplaying is soooo passe.

Oh, and props to Patrick for getting his website up and running. I suggest you check out Pink Chickens immediately. I was very disappointed when it was cancelled, so I am glad that he is going to continue it via the web, although he really needs to get a new publisher.

I'm going to sleep now so I will be fresh and vibrant when I present my paper tommorrow.

Yay for me! I'm Panda!

Short Single Idea Musings

I seem to be hitting nothing but the 'blogs of th 17-year old girls during my blogger refresh searching tonight. Dawson's Creek must have been cancelled.

I think the comment above may have been a little harsh on 17-year old girls. Sorry.

I wonder how you go about telling an older girl that you like them without coming across like a little punk.

Was the bombing of the Sari nightclub in Bali really the work of terrorists, or was it the work of the CIA under the direction of George Bush in an effort to "convince" Australia to support his Iraqi attack plans?

Why did that last line sound like something off an Oliver Stone film?

I get the feeling that popular culture has warped people's expectations of relationships: we expect what we see in films, but it rarely (if ever) happens. I have yet to have a girl thank me for listening to her problems, let alone realise that the guy she's complaining about is an arsehole and that I truly care for her, kiss me and cue the happy pop-rock tune to scrolling credits.

Not that I would complain if it happened.

Sorry this is so boring.

eXTReMe Tracking : Extreme what?

For those of you who read the html code of this site to find it's juicy nuggets of fat code and sloppy indenting, you might see a little paragraph of code that calls some stuff from eXTReMe Tracking. This lets me see who is visiting my blog, when they do it and how many colors they have their computer running at.

It also let's me see who is linking to my site, as well as where they are coming from. Most of them come from Candy Boys, some from Serenity/Tigris and some are still coming from SpitefulHope, however are disturbing amount are now coming from search engines. Remember my post on lemon fan fiction or a crossover slash fiction? Probably not but if you want to look at them, that might explain why I found the following information on my tracker stats. These are the search terms that people who find their ways to my page are using.

"degrassi - the next generation fanfiction", "peter pan yaoi", "Degrassi anime", "anime hentai sakura madison" and of course there's the "hentai sakura vs yuri and friends the first". Very disturbing.

Not nearly as disturbing as the fact that the most prevalant OS among visitors to this blog is Microsoft Windows XP. Brrrr... chilling.

WARNING : Contains Emotional Outpouring as a Result of Too Much WORK!!!!

Nice title?

Well it's about right, too. I'm tired, I'm fully up to my eyeballs in work and I'm angry.

Angry at myself for being a fatty-fatty boomsticks, angry at the female gender for being my friends and angry at God for playing a cruel joke on me. I probably should be beginning one of the three assignments I have due in a few weeks but this is like therapy. But bucketloads cheaper. Kind of like when you scream or cry into your pillow. You just have to get it out.

First of all I'm angry because of my fat bum, bulging belly and stupid life that won't let me lose weight. I'm a large build, 6'3" and I weigh 125kg. I don't look hugely fat but am still 35-40kgs heavier than I should be. I've been unable to do any excercise at all until a few days ago due to the stitches in my back (which are now out, thankfully). I have a problem with losing weight. I have a very irregular schedule due to uni mainly, which involves recording sessions at all hours of the days and nights. This means that regular excercise is a bit hard to do, as is regular healthy eating. If I had a regular job or didn't live 70 minutes from uni (where I am everyday) it wouldn't be a problem, but my schedule is such that I eat when I can and whatever's easiest. I've been making a better go of it in the last month, picking sushi or subbers where possible, but my weight seems to hover around 120kg to 125kg. Now that I have room, I'll probably pull out the TotalGym thing again and just do excercises on that of an evening when I'm bored. Which happens quite frequently.

Now my problems with girls runs like this : Girls are completely irrational. I exploon this profundity bee-low.

1) I don't want to go out with someone unless I am friends with them. That would suck and be pointless.
2) Because I am not trying to crack onto my female friends the moment I meet them, they file me in "friends" category.
3) When I do develop feelings for someone because I like who they are and stuff, a problem presents itself.

Because I didn't try to pick up on them within our first three encounters, they think of me as "friend" material.

Many girls, and I see this a lot, seem to be idiots. Feminists love saying that men think with their schlongs. I think many women don't think at all. They go out with someone they have nothing in common with because "he makes me feel {insert sensation here}". Despite the fact that the guy could be (and more often than not is) a complete tool. So they go with with people they wouldn't be friends with.

Don't get me wrong : I don't have the hots for all my female friends. But I do prefer to get to know someone outside of the "expectations" contained within a "romantic" setting. It means that when I hold off my "Wow! She's hot!" instincts and actually get to know someone I haven't gotten into a situation where I might have to break something up when I realise, "Yeah, she's hot. But she smokes like a chimney and believes in drinking goatsblood, posthumous intercourse and voting democrat. I have nothing in common with her and she's not really someone I want to be friends with."

So I am forever destined to be in the "friends" folder. Which, while it's nice to have so many platonic female friends, is getting quite frustrating.

And God's joke? Well God is a relational God, and he created us in his image, so we are relational people.

What good is it being a relational being if no-one wants to have a relationship with you?

Now, realise that I'm tired, have had 3 hours sleep in as many days, and probably don't make any sense at all, but this is what I'm thinking at the moment. And it's some kind of therapy. Even if I did fleetingly consider gendercide.

He's Aliiyyyyyyve! He's Aliiiyyyvvvveee!!!

No. False alarm. He didn't commit suicide. He's just left the show. They were rumours circulated by those opposed to the great thinking chair and the clues of Blue. More information here.

NWESFLSAH

Steve from "Blues Clues" committed suicide. I don't know the details cos I just heard this from a friend. More news as it comes to hand.

Pornography For Your Ears

I use CDDB. I am progressively educating iTunes on the vast, vast, vastness of variety that is my CD collection. This is a slow process, however I fully intend to have all my CDs catalogued by the Second Coming of Christ. Or maybe the weekend after that.

The New Zealand Symphony Orchestra recently released a promotional CD to it's subscribers. Copies were also sent to media outlets, etc for promotional purposes. Unknowingly, unwittingly (at least the filthy bastards of the NZSO claim ^_^) the song titles all went raunchy. It seems that for a short while, this CD conjured forth lurid descriptions of the "mummy and daddy" thing from CDDB, rather than the titles of the actual works recorded. Can you imagine some 53 year old woman playing the CD on her iMac and thinking to her self, "My word. This 'Fellating Leather Clad Dog Boys in A Minor' sounds remarkably like Elgar's 'Pomp and Circumstance'. I just don't understand this new music."

Apparently there's a bit of an outcry over this and the article quotes suggestions that malicious hackers could be at fault. Yes. Malicious hackers armed with a copy of MusicMatch Jukebox and the letters section from Penthouse. Lock up your credit cards and take your photo off your website : they could hack into your computer and rename all your mp3s as filthy sex acts!!!

The piece of interesting news I've stumbled across involves book publishing. No, not the long awaited 5th Harry Potter book. It's the new compact edition of the Oxford English Dictionary, which now includes phrases from idiotic American sitcoms. Yay. Apparently all you need to qualify as a "new" word is to be used 5 times over 5 years in the media. Does that mean in 3 years time "Dubya" will be in the book?

Once again thanks to the yanks.

Don't think I'm anti-American. I'm just anti-Americanisms. Once you take away all the cultural arrogance that many (that's many, not al!!!) display they're really nice.

So no flaming, please. If it makes you feel better, count yourself as a culturally aware American who does actually know about the world beyond the two coasts.

One other thing. Check out Gang-Warz. It rocks. I have my friends onto it and it's soo addictive. Ohhhh yeah. Mmmmhmmm.

And my cat is off a respirator, is moving around and taking food and water. Good news.

love lemons in a notorious steak.

Like the title? From a random band name generator. I'm thinking of getting the cgi script for an rbg and modding it so instead of generating names like 'Buttrock Supremacy Asparagus' or 'The Wilting Lambourghinis' it creates titles for your blog posts. That would be fun. Or something.

In the news today is an interesting little tidbit about Google. Now I'm a big fan of Google. It has a funky little page ranking system that ranks a page by the number of pages that link back to it. This generally means that you have a pretty good chance of getting what you want within 30 seconds of hitting the search button. Recently, however, I've been finding dead links, gateway pages (where the URL and description are misleading and the page is really a portal for some generic search engine that couldn't find a flea on a flea infested dog) and more importantly 404 errors. The article quotes a bunch of other people who dislike the new 'features' of the Pagerank engine.

This is a serious problem and throws a whole bunch of Google related activities into the dark. Take Googling, for example.

Googling is a game for two or more players. The competing players try to obtain search results with only one link returned. For example : the search "bandicoot breeding" returned these results, while searching for "Interbreeding Goats" returned this winning result. You can increase or decrease the difficulty and customise your own version of Googling by creating rules such as the "no special commands" handicap or the "single word" restriction for searches. It's a fun game to play because it kills time and requires no special hardware or software and forces you to wrack your brain for the most difficult and weird combination of words you can.

Another fun Google past-time is the GoogleFight.

Basically it's an easy little engine that lets you pit two things against each other to see who has the most Google links. They suggest internet browsers, manufacturers of operating systems and spiritual deities. My demonstration involved two of the biggest tele-evangelists in the world Kenneth Copeland and Benny Hinn. Interesting. And fun for the whole family.

Oh and my cat is in the animal hospital with a tick in his head. Hopefully he'll live.

Revisiting "You Can Never Go Back..."

Just though I'd use that as a title for this update...

I'm procrastinating at work. I really should be trying to find out the model number of these particular speakers (some Peavey boxes), but it's insanely difficult due to the fact that there's no model number or specifications on the cabinet - just a big badge on the front saying 'Peavey'. Why do you taunt me so, you filthy bastard speaker-box-enclosures? Arrrgghhh!!!

At any rate I don't know why I came into work today other than a severe lack of cash. I would prefer not to ask my parents for handouts and feel that I should be supporting myself, but it's so with a full time music degree and stuff, and even doing my 'chores' for pocket money still feels like a handout. Oh well.

Just an addition to the 'blog wars saga'. This little article from Sunday Morning Coffee.

You Can Never Go Back...

My parents reminisce about films they saw when they were young, my grandmother reminisces about seeing the ballet as a young girl, my unborn children reminisce about the obsolete 2-D television they have yet to see and I remenisce about old TV series. As a young child growing up, there was only one television station to watch : the ABC. Back then they were 'da bomb' as far as TV was concerned. They had the best shows : Dr Who, My Secret Valley, The Press Gang (featuring a very young Julia Sawalha), Cities Of Gold and of course they had Degrassi.

For those of you born after 1985, the Degrassi series detailed the lives of a bunch of Canadian school kids and ran for a long while (1986-1991). Basically the kids in the series grew up from their exit of elementary school to their junior high entry through to their exit from high school. It was Dawson's Creek before there was teen drama. The series dealt with (over the years) drug abuse, AIDS, homosexuality, teen pregnancy and abortion. Sounds pretty tame now, but it was pretty big back in the 80s. It was also a real eye-opener to a 7 year old.

Oh yeah, I was seven. It used to screen at 5pm weekday afternoons, but it would be preceded by a rather ominous warning from the guy that would host The Afternoon Show on the ABC, Something about it being for older kids and little kids shouldn't watch it. Well, talk about pouring gasoline on fire; I took this as a personal affront to both my intelligence and dignity, so I proceeded to watch the entire series. Interesting. I can't remember much of the specifics about it now, but my memory was stirred by a chance viewing of Degrassi : The New Generation this afternoon. It's a new series with new kids, which does little justice to the original. At least from what I saw today. I couldn't really find one likeable character or hateable character either. There's no Joey Jeremiah or Caitlain. No Zit Remedy. Just bland kiddies who don't really evoke much empathy. Well at least from me anyway.

It could just be that Degrassi : The New Generation is just a victim of its parent's sucesses: it started out this whole teen drama thing, which is now a saturated market filled with knock-offs like Dawson's Creek, Party Of Five, Seventh Heaven, etc. Now through the warped mirror of eleven years of inferior reproduction (much like a copy of a copy of a copy), Degrassi : The New Generation is looking pretty poor.

Of course it's been a while since I've seen any of the original Degrassi series, but therein lies the dilemma.

If I watch the original series only to find out it's as crap as this one appears to be, then there goes a part of my vaguely rememberd cultural history. In which case it is better to sit back and keep Degrassi as one of those things that your peers can reminisce with you about and as something to separate you from those younger people who just missed out.

Oh and for those of you who are feeling like a little trip down memory lane, here's a photo of the core cast from all three series in their stunning 80s fashions.



Oh yeah, I should probably respond to some of the public crap I've received from Lisa's Dorm Box. This of course is only fair because I publicly called her shallow. I will point out that I don't know her, I only found her blog via random clicking on the latest updated blogs on the front page of blogger.com.

It wasn't a very nice thing to say, but I'm bitter and cynical and don't really take anything or anyone that seriously so hopefully they'll forgive me. If not it's okay because they live in America, I live in Australia and that's okay - our two countries have never seen eye-to-eye on things like PAL.vs.NTSC, Light.vs.Lite and DaysOfOurLives.vs.Neighbours, so we'll just have to agree to not to agree.

You gotta admit though the line "the shallowness that this blog projects more than makes up for it's lack of depth" was quite funny. In a perverse use of the english language kind of way.

To 'blog or not to 'blog?

Well, I think I can rightly say that I am fit to blog, what with my l33t 3|\|gl154 5k177z and stuff.

I've discovered yet another way to kill mountains of time between classes, lectures and the release of new Harry Potter novels. If you visit blogger.com (creators of the blogging engine that runs this blog), you'll see a column on the left that says "Most Recently Updated Blogs". Because the internet is filled with idiots and these and idiots want to spread their idiocy, every time you refresh this page you'll see an amazing new smorgasboard of blogs. By simply clicking upon these I came across the following monstrosities :

Junie-Anne thought at...

Monday, September 30, 2002

I've had a really horrible day. It started so badly and now that I'm at my desk about to start some other homework, I feel the weight even more heavier on my back. This really sucks. :sniffle:

June thought at 7:41 PM


Now, you do have to click the link to this site. I can't really explain how crap it looks. Or reads. You've got your typical angsty teen tryhard who, instead of doing the usual angsty teen thing of writing bad goth poetry about 'black' and 'night' and 'death' has decided to basically whinge about her life. Must be tough living with your parents, not having to support yourself. Damn. She does write about deep emotional things though, such as her frequent child-parent fights :


Man, you can't believe the amount of drama I went through this week. I hated to fucking bits. I'm becoming a nutcase. When was it? Monday? My mom and I talked it over, I cried, frustrated and angry with my mother, and my mother yelled, offended. We both decided I should give up art and become a pharmacist. My mom said she's worried about my future that when I get out of college will I make enough money to support myself? So, I agreed, fine, I'll be a pharmacist since my friend Lily said that a pharmacist's starting salary is $70,000. I told my mom to call Long Island University to request an application for me.


And of course her dreams of meeting her dream guy...


I have no belief in fate. I have no belief whatsoever. Goodbye illusions. Goodbye to my foolish dream of working for Dreamworks and meeting Steven Spielberg someday. Goodbye to all my stupidity. I've never felt so alone in my life.


I think she should investigate a new dream : one where she writes lyrics for Linkin' Park. She seems to be tuned into their wavelength.

Now for my next amazing refresh find...

Lisa's Dorm Box

Monday, September 30, 2002

Sarcastic FF X character selector

~Happiness is not a fish that you can catch~ 4:57 PM



I'm Homer, who are you? by Lexi
Go Homer!!!

~Happiness is not a fish that you can catch~ 4:42 PM



Simply by scrolling down this long, long, long, long, long pile of colorful rubbish, I am reminded of why certain members of the population should not be allowed to use the internet. These people transfer all the kitschy, rubbishy crap that clogs office cubicles, the desks of school receptionists and homes of 'sweet' old 'ladies' to the internet. You known what I'm talking about. Do remember that scene in 'Addams Family Values' where Wednesday and Pugsley are on summer camp and are locked in the 'happy hut' or whatever that abomination to good taste was called? All that crap : the kitten posters, the personality finders, the love-numerology-of-your-license-plates-matchers and stuff.

Essentially, the authoress of this blog spends hours at selectsmart.com finding out what kind of M&M she'd be, then posting the results of said findings to her blog for her other friends to find. In stark contrast to June's macabre blog of shame, this blog is shameless. It reminds me of a Snickers bar; So sweet and full, yet completely substanceless. But that's okay, the shallowness that this blog projects more than makes up for it's lack of depth.


Now it takes all kinds to make any kind of collaborative effort, so I really shouldn;t be too hard on these other blogs. They do serve a useful purpose; they make my blog look like a literary classic by comparison.