I think it's time for an update. The last thing I wrote was in March. It's now nearly the end of June. I have morphed into some kind of pale mole-person, who never sees the light because a) when I get up, it's dark; b) when I come out of uni, it's dark; c) when I'm at home, I just lock myself in my bedroom and study until my Mum comes to remind me to eat something and she slides pieces of ham and kraft singles under the door 'cos that's the only thing that fits d) my light is broken from me getting too excited about Flight of the Conchords (fair enough, considering it is one of the best NZ shows everrrrrr created) and hitting it with my flailing spider-monkeyish long arms. Anyway, I'm so pale that people squint when they look at me because they just can't take the whiteness - some even go so far as to run away screaming in terror " IT BUUUUURRRRRNS", which is what I've also taken to saying when I step outside on the odd occasion that it is light. Now I can only go outside when it's overcast and raining.
Moving on... I am constantly plagued by the "stress monster" who gives me crazy-psycho dreams about spider monkeys called Klaus Fabio Tidermann and his fantastic hair. Actually, it was more a whack email that I sent to my Engineering Practices group, but I have no re-collection of actually sending it. I think I was just so tired and messed up in my head from too much cafine or something, here it is in all it's fantastic glory:
Dearest children,
CODE BLUE! I am calling a meeting of crammage on Monday after the
Geology lecture so we can finish off the report. Small comp lab?? At
the moment I am falling asleep on the keyboard -
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- there is the proof from my forehead, so I will give an update again
tomorrow when I don't feel like a spider monkey at a puppet show.
Someone pleeeeeease award me 50 points. So far, the appendix is looking
okaaay, I need to finish references and we have to add a few bits and
pieces here and there into the report. This has taken an exasperatingly
long time (I really mean that) and it needs to be AT LEAST 3 TIMES
BIGGER due to some extra stuff I'm putting in to make it snazzy.
Hopefully, by tomorrow I will not be so crazy and by Tuesday night I
will have my life back from the spider monkey. Sincere apologies for my
sleep deprived message (just making sure you know I'm not drunk....
cough cough... Tom).
Be prepared for my skillful scribing abilities. You know who you are.
Ten four - let me see you try to roger THAT!
0114 hr, T out.
P.S. The spider monkey's name is Klaus Fabio Tidermann and he has fantastic hair.
Haha - even when I'm semi-conscious, I can still put a Zoolander quote into my emails. How embarrassing.
I am in love with Bret MacKenzie from FotC AND he was in LotR too!!!
We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust. We kissed in the feilds and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town, but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion, you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn, as the Ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. A few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall; but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence, of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon, and darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward; and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
Ok…ever had one of those moment when something turns around while you walk away and stabs you in the back?
Well Picture of every other month the one with that emo that spewed blood just did that for me today…I never noticed it before…and now it seems to have foretold the future, because I know SOMEONE that has spewed up blood and passed out and gone to hospital for it =(
Another thing, my favorite number is 8. well it always has been it just follows me around like when I turned 8 I got exactly what I wanted for my birthday, spiders have 8 legs, 8 is part of 28 and etc…
BUT now I can add a horrible thing to my list of things that have a relationship with the number 8!! SOMEONE died for freaking 8 seconds; at least they are alive now. But seriously that’s not funny, when little things seems to make things worse and yeh… *sigh*
What's your best quality?
haha...my mum is happy that i'm a girl
...cos then when she comes home the dishes are all washed :D (yeh i love to clean and cook i'm such a perfect daughter *cough* not)
I wash dishes well, that's my good quality isn't it?
Yep, thats right, I have my hands on the spore creature creator. I so didn't download it when it leaked... *caugh* lies *caugh* yes. I'ts great fun, and its surprising the range of creatures you can make with such a limited range of parts, espiecialy once you work out how to resize stuff (try the mouse wheel) its great fun and I so want the full version of the editor. And the game of cource, but realy, the editor will do me just fine for now. Now watch the videos. Oh and if you want to get the editor just go to the spore website. www.spore.com. for some reason vox wont let me link properly :-( anyway, if you get the creator, be sure to show your creatures!
Yesterday, Jess alerted me to a Waterstone's competition which involved writing a story on one side of a postcard then uploading it. I thought about submitting one of my sonnets, then I wrote a new story about Jesters, then I considered using the mock blackmail letter to Mr Webster about Romeo and Juliet. All of them seemed plausible. Then Jess mentioned illustrations or photos, and I realised it would be perfect if I wrote a story about a funny photo. And here is the finished product:
Enjoy. :)
I was flicking around this morning and switched onto ABC. Being the morning, they of course have kids tv shows on. But this one? This show expresses exactly what I have always thought it must be like to be on drugs. I'm still watching it, and the psycho colours, crazy music and people laughing have yet to convince me otherwise. I think the shows called "Boohbah" or something similar. It seems to be about fat little creatures who like in crystals in a sphere of light and fly around the world jumping on children’s heads and making them laugh. There is lots of colours and they are always moving. Its very pretty.
What most freaked me out was when the creatures started swinging there arms and there arms made noises. At this point Nagari came and started barking at them, and then ran and hid. I guess I'm not the only one freaked out by a show that must have been created on a drug high. Oh and did I mention that the narrator sounds exactly how I envisage Marvin from hitchhikers? So sarcastic and depressed and monotonal.
In the time it took me to write this, there have been four more instances of rainbow shiny things I cannot identify, lots more kids laughing, people running around with flippers on, and what must surely be a violation of water restrictions. Plus Marvin keeps talking, and people keep laughing. It's great. Oh, now they are making music with there feet, and possibly by farting. OMG this show gets more and more freakish. now there’s rainbow waves and they can fly! Also, they seem to be able to retract their heads into their necks... freakish.
Hmm, the wikipedia article has no mention of drug induced psychosis. Interesting. If you are still interested in this crazy tv show click here for the website. Seriously click on random stuff. It's crazy, or if you are just interested it the crazy dances and head retraction, click on the weird coloured things with red eyes. Yes, they scare me too.
If you knew you were about to lose your voice permanently, what is the last thing you would want to say?
Submitted by exer.
"FUCK YOU!", and (optional): "... ya cunting cunts!"
Ok, so I'm re-reading the gift in anticipation of The singing and I get up to Rachida where after meeting the Lady Ardina Cadvan sings the following...
"Her waking soul an orison
Of newborn joy, she fleetly ran
through twilit vales on lirion
Her voice in wonder echoing
And from the branches blossom sprang
In iron groves of leafmeal wan
And spring herself woke up and sang the gentle summer beckoning"
There are a few more verses but I can't be bothered typing it out. Loveley isn't it? Well it bugged me because all of a sudden I realised that it is completely plagerised. I give you an excerpt from the Lay of Beren and Luthien
"He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In wintry woodland wavering."
You see the similarities? It's just the format and the topic the same? NO! While the format is taken from LOTR, the words are pretty much identical to The Lay of Beren and Luthien in tHoM seriously, its like she cut the damn thing up and rearranged the sentences. And then I realise. Arkan and Ardina are Beren and Luthien. I know that all high fantasy is based somewhat in Ttolkien and hers more than most, but this is way too close for comfort, its like Paloini level copying!
Evidence:
Luthien is born of a goddess and named after a star - Ardina is born from the moon
Ardina and Luthien both are immortals who fall in love with a mortal
They are both said to have left the word, but there are rumours they still walk the earth
They are both part of hidden woodland realms, protected by a Queen who has put a barrier around it
They are both considered to be the most beautiful women who ever lived
Both stories have Rings (Beren’s ring and Mearad’s ring) and pipes (Darion and Mearad)
In both cases the pipes are used for songs of loss
They both destroy the evil of the time or at least help to do so
They both change the season from winter to spring
When threatened they both turn into wolves
Ok, so some of them MAY be coincidental, but come on! There were a couple of others that have slipped my mind, I’ll add them later if I remember, but really.
Ok, enough obsessing. See you later.
