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Sunday, July 4, 2004, 10:19 a.m. Acting as a muse, a program on Much Music about celebrity partiers [I’m truly disappointed that this is a word], has spurred in me a challenge to list my top annoyances as of late. It’s been about a month since I have last updated because of a lack of topics. I am however, working on a scientifically based entry about noisy magpies. I hope that it is completed within the next few weeks. 01. False Eyelashes: These repellent creations truly sadden me and blacken my heart. They are revolting. The only redeeming factor is that their name, which matches them so perfectly. Maybe I’m sick of deception. On that note… 02. Tanned “Blondes”: I’m of the strict conviction that a true blonde is unable to tan, and only able to burn. I think that a tanned girl with blonde hair gives the instant cue that the hair was not achieved through an interaction of genetics and environment, but rather environment and a disposable income. 03. Hardcore: Okay that’s it for now. I’m going to eat. Monday, May 31, 2004, 07:10 p.m. A near-mindless thought has been rolling around inside my head, much like how one rolls a hard candy in their mouth until their spit and gristly tongue dissolve it to nothingness. Maybe if relentless haste and clouded attention, so common, consume the consumer they would spit it out, having a trail of saliva guide it to its resting place. And I suppose, having the candy followed either of those paths, or even having been cracked into little shards that pinch and scratch by the hasty but thrift, it would still be nothing in the end. I have not decided, having this thing in my head, whether it shall follow any of those paths. People slurping on hard candies are thoroughly disgusting, but what is more so than that is littering, or producing sounds that are more cacophonous. And these paths that fork from one origin, they all met at the same destination, the scenes are the only differing factors. It’s that taste that lingers, and the stain in the mouth. I need to brush my teeth. Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, ChOhmsky Wednesday, March 31, 2004, 03:30 p.m. My most heartfelt condolences go out to those of my audience who have been in a state of nervous temptation since my last entry. Suffice it to type, not much has been happening in my life to spur the rotations of my wheels of creativity. In fact, I can almost assume that a parasite has infected the language production centres of my brain and shaped the wheels into squares, or another lower geometric shape, preventing the extraction of anything remotely “insightful.” It has been expunged at least for now. And a correlate of this is what I witnessed this morning during a post-German smoke. To create a context, I was outside humanities building and without CD player to block the noises of other people. I saw several young dudes in front of an older woman. One of the guys was discussing the effects of Gulf War Syndrome. Everyone was engrossed in his fapinions. He appeared to link mass birth defects in the US to GWS, assuming a causal relationship, without citing anything but what “they say,” to paraphrase. Moron Clue One: Assuming a causal relationship between two variables, that are not necessarily verifiable, and without proper citation of trustworthy information, five demerits on enlightened intellectual license. He later went on to talk about nuclear war, America’s controversial “War on Terrorism,” and Canada’s role in these current conflicts. Apparently, we, as Canadians are easy targets. When asked why, he responded with how we are defenceless. I doubt I’ll argue that, but he failed to reason why we are that way, if in fact we are. Moron Clue Two: Speaking about any conflict with an obvious lacking of background information, and attempting to hypothesize potential outcomes, five demerits on enlightened intellectual license. Following that, and following my partial loss of interest, he referenced Noam Ch-O-msky, perhaps in an attempt to salvage the attention of his cling-ons. The older woman mimicked his pronunciation when she exclaimed that she was reading him again. Moron Clue Three: Mispronouncing the names of popular figures, 3 demerits on enlightened intellectual license. These offences combine to revoke an enlightened intellectual license, replacing it with hip, pseudo-intellectual circlejerker license. The hip, pseudo-intellectual circlejerker license requires no renewal, but does require testing for use of knowledge in conversation. The user is prohibited from attaining an enlightened intellectual license, which is hardly a prestige, until they can prove that they: 1] Can gracefully back out of conversation that unreasonably tests their store of knowledge, or ask for context from another participating in the conversation. 2] Resist implying causal relationships if they are unaware of how two variables are related. 3] Can accurately question the validity, target audience and goal[s] of sources of information, and use that criticism in discussions with others on pertinent issues. 4] Stop relying on “they” for information, no one knows who “they” are, thus “they” are not to be trusted. 5] Learn to pronounce the names of popular figures properly. 6] Know at least some things about world issues before they talk with “authority” about the issues. i have dead keys Saturday, February 21, 2004, 09:40 a.m. I woke up early this morning because I have to every Saturday [and Sunday] because I have my part-time job. Everything is exactly in order except that I am working 5.5 hours today, instead of the usual 4. Sick. I just want to stay at home and do my things that need to be done. I don’t think I’ll be too chipper today. So yesterday, before Girl Interrupted [which was mega lame] on TBS, I watched the last half hour of Save the Last Dance. I wanted to die – drown, bleed, whatever. Just stop succumbing to predictable programming. Anyway, from what I can tell from that short glimpse into cinematic crap, the movie revolved around the conflict between means and ends. It was like some massive jackoff to the American Dream, which I can only conclude is some sort of collective hallucination. Seriously, here you have two minorities and a majority/minority. They all want to succeed in life, which is understandable. But you got this one dude, who obviously thinks he has nothing left but his respect – so he’s a gangsta. He even wears heavy winter clothes in warm weather! Then you got this other dude, and they’re friends, but this dude has some scholastic future. This white girl rounds out the mix, a combination of what some would call privilege and ascribed disadvantage. She goes on to be accepted to Julliard, a “real cool school.” The straight-laced school guy also succeeds, but his friend goes to jail because he was “exercising his respect.” The moral boils down to – you are responsible for how you make your life, but if you do it illegally [if you’re innovative] you go to jail. While if you play by the books, you’ll get into schools, reconcile with your dad and fall in love! Give me a break. Seriously, it’s not hard to pick up on this theme. It was so obvious. This isn’t new information that is portrayed in the mass media. It’s just striking, despite the fact that it’s obviously American, that movie-makers would do something so lame and biased. Anyway, onto other news, I’m hungry! \ Sunday, February 8, 2004, 08:21 p.m. Aside from the glaringly obvious grammatical errors that my good friend 68.252.249.# committed on “Feb 08 2004 [at] 12:24:03 am”, their search query and subsequent results speak volumes for the necessity of common sense. I would, however not go so far as to say that this person’s search for “pictures of real bosnians girls fucking” is a literary offence. This is clearly an example that shows the ignorance of an improperly conducted search. Maybe even just plain old ignorance, the real kind. Not the kind that liberal losers make up to further their missions that are ironically irrational in practice. If one reads the URL of this site [as shown on a results page] before clicking, they would surely confirm or deny the presence of pictures of even any girls fucking. This saves time, energy and embarrassment. Provided 68.252.249.# ever visits again, let it be known to them that I’m seriously considering using their example as a permanent disclaimer. Don’t anyone reading this dare toss out the “short skirt theory”. I’ll just toss out possibly the biggest issue with North American society as a rebuttal. That is of course “blame displacement” and/or “compensation for the ignorant.” I mean, you’d think that a system that fosters individuality would also do the same with responsibility and accountability. Well, the point of this is: I am not naked, Bosnian, lesbian, or fucking a Bosnian lesbian. Go away. dirty deeds, done dirt DIRTY Sunday, February 8, 2004, 07:34 p.m. Much like its creator, this layout requires a lot of work. I’m at the end of my tolerance with this thing. Well, not entirely. Working on a layout that is compatible with two resolutions, while trying to integrate a picture of a toilet is very “challenging” and “frustrating.” In other news, I spewed out some more shit, into a scholastic endeavour, however. Furthermore, it looks as if I will be applying to the “Persons Case” scholarship. At least that’s what I think it is called. Oh the apathy. It involves discussing how I intend to further women in my field of study. That being anthropology. This sounds almost too simple, and thus not worth my time. But… much like many of my peers, I actually do need the cash money to get through this 4-year program of higher socialization. Although, I’ve never been much for diplomacy. Another tangent: I am so thoroughly sick of the “Atkins Wraps” that we are currently offering. [Yes, I work at Subway.] My feelings towards these intrinsically evil creations are consuming the low tank of mental health fuel that I run on at work faster than anything else. It’s too simple to type that I hate them. They involve abnormal expenditure of time and energy, which means that I have to spend more time with my usually non-compliant and non-friendly customers. I mean look at the “nutritional information” for these two abominations. The fact that I’m not including the information in this entry shows how much I really think of them. Notice though, the amount of sodium, that can’t be healthy. While I concede that for the most part, North Americans consume way too many carbohydrates, these wraps are clearly not the answer. I’m so sick of cash-grabbing Band-Aid solutions. |
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