Alright, that didn't last long. I was really hoping that I'd be able to post 1000 words per day, but practical matters (call it fatigue) don't always allow for such things. Anyways, had a most fascinating night on Tuesday, very long story. Still, and this is strange, as in highly strange to me. Now I don't expect anyone to believe me, I'm not even sure I believe myself but after talking with someone Tuesday, now they look entirely physically different to me than they did on Monday. Not exactly sure how that happened, but there's no question it's perceptually true. As I noted in the last post, I don't really consider my eyes to be instruments for enjoyment but rather highly accurate measuring devices. Alas, I could be mistaken about their 'highly accurate' nature, although, I don't think the tools are inaccurate, clearly there's some little cluster of neurons that are adjusting perception for some reason unknown to me. Anyways, it just struck me as most unusual.
On a different note, the newest War Nerd column is out and rather amusing as usual War Nerd - If It Ain't Fixed, Break It All Up
If people these days weren't so damn sensitive about everything, I'd highly recommend Exile.ru However, people ARE very sensitive and so let me tell you - Never ever click either of the preceding links, to do so would be very bad for your health and probably causes cancer. Evil people are responsible for that content.
I wonder if I'm even sufficiently interesting to be writing a 'blog' as it were. I often think of myself as interesting but then, I can't seem to think right now.
Ohhhh, yes, while I haven't seen it and I'd be the first to admit that often comedy just leaves me wincing in pain and disgust at the stupidity of people, I think this show may be a winner. Fido I just love the concept of pet zombies, I totally want one. I called the local SPCA and sadly, they are fresh out of decaying undead corpses. Kinda looks like I might have to postpone my trip to Jordan in order to visit what I like to call the Big Triple H, or The Big Haitian Hell Hole. I hear they have zombies aplenty - they certainly have the corpses so it's only a small matter of random mutations eventually leading to the creation of a new sub-human race. I'll keep you posted on my progress. I'll have to say though, all my past attempts at creating new intelligent life in the kitchen sink have so far proved fruitless. Ah well, I was just watching Quincy, M.E. (yes yes, I know!) and one of the characters said something like: "From the soil of failure grow the seeds of victory." So there is hope,
Another thing, I just signed up with Facebook. I'd really have to say all these 'social networking' sites are rather an odd reflection of the times. Not quite sure what they are reflecting, but it is something, no question. So! if you're reading this and a Facebook contact of mine - Hiyas!
I think I will finish by posting a few short little poems, now believe me, I hate poets as much as the next guy, possibly more! Insipid whiney people always talking about feelings and harmony and crap like that. I cringe when I talk to someone and they start spouting things like:
"In life we struggle because of how we feel about ourselves and how we always want to please others. We must find a synergistic balance of harmony to bring peace and tranquility to our souls."
I swear, we really need to start spraying for insidious little buggers that spout crap like that. Maybe I don't see life as being something we should 'balance.' I remember as a kid climbing up stair after stair only to find myself, nearly naked and alone standing on a 10m platform above a deep pool of chlorinated water. Seems to me that I could have peaced, balanced and harmonied the living hell out of that situation and you know? I'd still be standing there today.
Before we get to the 'poem' bit - yes I'm stalling because it's tricky to pick something I can post without excessive embarrassment - I've been researching and studying a bit about personality types recently. Now, obviously as in any standardized tests there are bound to be flaws. Believe me, I'm all over the flaws but I did find this very interesting. Now, at first I questioned my results a bit and tried a few different versions of the test, but invariably I came up with this result: INFP. It is rather a mystery why I'd be good with machines, but, as I mentioned in my last post, I really don't think technical skills are really my best abilities - they are definitely my most sellable abilities so there's something.
Ok, enough stalling, the poems. I'm thinking that since this entire post has rather a hostile note to it, why don't we do a few highly insipid poems to finish up.
WARNING
- Do not read beyond this line. Failure to comply may result in herniated disks, ulcers, dizziness and possibly nausea. Those who are very unfortunate may be accosted by small armies of not rabid shrews. -
Another stall tactic, I just love this line from the Wikipedia post on Rodents, I'm certainly not fixing it:
Rodents have a carrier-immunity to rabies virus, making them immune to the potentially infectious and lethal disease. They are carriers for most other animal-to-human illnesses, however, and still should not be agitated. Haha! How cool is that? They don't carry rabies but shouldn't be agitated. I think someone forgot to add that they should be hand washed only in cold water and for god's sake! Don't shake the little guys, stir gently.
Ok I wrote this drivel years ago, not saying if they were pointed at anyone. Clearly, it didn't work ;)
Let me wonder about you.
Let me think strange thoughts, perceived echoes of your own.
The pines stand tall and strong in their place,
and at their roots, beneath their stiletto green,
a family, laughing and singing.
So sad to see them go,
too sad to see you go.
Won’t you stay, can you deny passion for me,
a simple person, an unknown person
a dreamer, a magician, a fool.
I can convince nor not,
but with me I would have you.
---
As dark, it's gloomy clutch release
and coming glare would me embrace.
I think of you in dreaming sleep,
and close to you i yearn to creep.
And oft i wake to find you gone,
or never near enough in wrong.
Yet still i wait and yearn to trace,
your beauty glowing hands and face.
To wonder much so soft and mild,
but loving thus, you've me beguiled.
---
Ack! Ok, I cheated a bit there and didn't read that stuff (phew, cut and paste) but there you go. I'll finish up on a much more negative note and until next time, be well.
Heard the whales screaming today.
I almost wish I could help,
pollution, disease taking over,
planes falling out of the sky,
It's been a bad few years
What with bombs and killing,
I'm still hearing the screaming
a dirge, my soul is safe,
I bear no guilt.
Could the end come so soon?
Could the song be the end?
Our earthly rebellion, turning jungle into gold,
the impossible alchemy of destruction.
We've solved the riddle, gold is everything, everyone.
Raze the land, enslave the masses,
troops at every corner, beggars at every turn.
It's all gold, the secrets out,
pass the torch and the harpoon.
Let us create wealth
slash, burn and kill.
We're having fun too,
The job I always wanted.
-Del
All the above is Copyrighted and Mine, however, if you generally suck and need something lame to enthrall a woman, well, go for it, just remember: If you steal my words and get lucky because of them, I'll take 10 percent commission on that.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
The dreaded first post
Greetings, Ok, before this gets out of hand, let me say. I am not a blogger, in the same way that while I've golfed, I'm certainly not a golfer. Now on any typical Saturday morning, I would awake look around and quite possibly cringe and go back to sleep. This morning, aha! I'm not doing that. How about I talk about... Well, I can mention my work, I encourage computers and other things that plug in to work better. That's what I'm doing now anyways. I guess I do a fair job of it, sadly I don't think it's really in the ballpark of things I do best, but hey, that's just me. The things I do best are generally people related, although, that is rather funny because I generally avoid people. Now while this isn't a rule, I generally don't go out. Take this weekend for example! There's almost no chance I'll leave my house. Why? Well, I just can't think of why I would want to go out. Sure, if it starts pouring rain here, I probably will go out, but otherwise, no thanks.
The time change: In what I consider to be yet another highly foolish American initiative, we are supposed to change our clocks this weekend. I have no particular objection to longer days, but I really do like the dark, so whatever. However! I think I've beaten this one - I never reset my clocks in the fall! So now, I'm faced with accurate clockware (1st Anniversary people remember this.) I quite dislike the idea of having accurate time kept in my house, so I wonder if I should set them to Newfoundland standard time or something else creative. Time is quite bad enough without having to look at it. Or perhaps,
I should set it to Jordan standard time. I'm really planning to go to Jordan for a few weeks soon. Now, many people have asked me: "Why would you want to go to Jordan, of all places?" I'm going to have to assume that these are the same people who go to Acapulco, Cuba or Bermuda and consider that a true holiday. A true holiday it may be, but none of that appeals to me. Cruises, loafing on beaches and such just doesn't sound very intellectually fascinating. If I'm actually going to pay to go somewhere, I'd really like to learn something about a new culture that is really different than ours. I've always really wanted to go to the Middle East and I fear that things may get worse there, rather than better for a while. So, I went down the list of interesting places to go:
Iran - probably a bad idea atm
Syria - sounds fun and affordable until the US bombs come raining down
Lebanon - not exactly the safest place around atm
Iraq - oi!
Egypt - everyone goes to Egypt, how boring
Turkey - well, Turks aren't Arabs, first of all, and it's too tourist friendly
Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, and others - no specific objections here
Anyways, at the end of all this I settled on Jordan, lots of great history in Jordan, the whole 6 days war bit, the Jordan river, stuff about Moses and all those guys, Wadi Rum, lots of desert and finally Petra, one of the most amazing archaeological sites I've seen - in pictures. Sounds fun and one of the side benefits is that I really should try to learn Arabic.
Learning Arabic
I've been working on learning this language now for a few weeks. Since I generally don't frequently learn new languages I really have no idea how its' going. I think I'm doing fine, although, let me say. I don't think beer, squares and coffee should be feminine while tea is masculine but I'm willing to overlook that, none of my business really. In any case, it's a work in progress and the timeline for the trip to Jordan is in the fall or maybe next spring. Should be fun, I'll keep me posted.
Anything else interesting happening today?
Yes! I've been taking photos out my office window - the exact same photo everyday at the same time. I really need to be less lazy and tag the photos with the exact date but I'm working on it! You can see some of the results at
My Flickr Gallery
To be honest, I'm not really a picture person. I rather consider my eyes valuable tools not devices for pleasure or fun. On many occasions I have thanked both of my rather weak eyes for indicating the location of the dread spindly killer fish lair, I then thanked my legs for directing me in the other direction. One day I intend to bring a very prickly stick and deal with that killer fish once and for all. Which reminds me, it's really a good thing that unpleasant wet, slimey and prickly things reside at the bottom of the ocean. It's almost as if we put them there so nobody would step on them.
On another note, if you're going to stay home from work with a blinding headache and your eyeballs feel like their going to explode (first, turn on your webcam - there's good money in exploding eyeballs) and secondly, don't schedule major roadwork outside your home when you do so. Bad Idea, seriously.
Finally, I'm going to finish up with my comment on this story:
Pravda Covers Alien Eating Fishermen
Ha! The whole thing strikes me as most funny. It's not an alien though, that would have to be a skate or a ray. However (and alien races please take note,) if I ever believe that I have discovered an alien life form, I promise that I will never eat you! I mean surely that's just common courtesy: Do not eat alien life forms - it's rude. I can only imagine a top world diplomat trying to explain when the fishpeople turn up to look for their missing friend:
Greetings to the Interplanetary Ambassador of Fishplanetia. Yes, we did meet your last diplomatic envoy. *cough* Err, did I say meet? I meant 'eat.' Yes, umm, sorry there was a bit of a mixup, but if it's any consolation, he did taste very good fried with some butter and served on rice. Still, sorry about that. Err, have you tried any of this delicious sushi by the way?"
Ok, that's quite enough silly for one post. I will return to my regularly scheduled life, which currently involves debating the relative values of toast, tomato soup, coffee or oolong tea. Might need a nap to properly consider though.
The time change: In what I consider to be yet another highly foolish American initiative, we are supposed to change our clocks this weekend. I have no particular objection to longer days, but I really do like the dark, so whatever. However! I think I've beaten this one - I never reset my clocks in the fall! So now, I'm faced with accurate clockware (1st Anniversary people remember this.) I quite dislike the idea of having accurate time kept in my house, so I wonder if I should set them to Newfoundland standard time or something else creative. Time is quite bad enough without having to look at it. Or perhaps,
I should set it to Jordan standard time. I'm really planning to go to Jordan for a few weeks soon. Now, many people have asked me: "Why would you want to go to Jordan, of all places?" I'm going to have to assume that these are the same people who go to Acapulco, Cuba or Bermuda and consider that a true holiday. A true holiday it may be, but none of that appeals to me. Cruises, loafing on beaches and such just doesn't sound very intellectually fascinating. If I'm actually going to pay to go somewhere, I'd really like to learn something about a new culture that is really different than ours. I've always really wanted to go to the Middle East and I fear that things may get worse there, rather than better for a while. So, I went down the list of interesting places to go:
Iran - probably a bad idea atm
Syria - sounds fun and affordable until the US bombs come raining down
Lebanon - not exactly the safest place around atm
Iraq - oi!
Egypt - everyone goes to Egypt, how boring
Turkey - well, Turks aren't Arabs, first of all, and it's too tourist friendly
Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, and others - no specific objections here
Anyways, at the end of all this I settled on Jordan, lots of great history in Jordan, the whole 6 days war bit, the Jordan river, stuff about Moses and all those guys, Wadi Rum, lots of desert and finally Petra, one of the most amazing archaeological sites I've seen - in pictures. Sounds fun and one of the side benefits is that I really should try to learn Arabic.
Learning Arabic
I've been working on learning this language now for a few weeks. Since I generally don't frequently learn new languages I really have no idea how its' going. I think I'm doing fine, although, let me say. I don't think beer, squares and coffee should be feminine while tea is masculine but I'm willing to overlook that, none of my business really. In any case, it's a work in progress and the timeline for the trip to Jordan is in the fall or maybe next spring. Should be fun, I'll keep me posted.
Anything else interesting happening today?
Yes! I've been taking photos out my office window - the exact same photo everyday at the same time. I really need to be less lazy and tag the photos with the exact date but I'm working on it! You can see some of the results at
My Flickr Gallery
To be honest, I'm not really a picture person. I rather consider my eyes valuable tools not devices for pleasure or fun. On many occasions I have thanked both of my rather weak eyes for indicating the location of the dread spindly killer fish lair, I then thanked my legs for directing me in the other direction. One day I intend to bring a very prickly stick and deal with that killer fish once and for all. Which reminds me, it's really a good thing that unpleasant wet, slimey and prickly things reside at the bottom of the ocean. It's almost as if we put them there so nobody would step on them.
On another note, if you're going to stay home from work with a blinding headache and your eyeballs feel like their going to explode (first, turn on your webcam - there's good money in exploding eyeballs) and secondly, don't schedule major roadwork outside your home when you do so. Bad Idea, seriously.
Finally, I'm going to finish up with my comment on this story:
Pravda Covers Alien Eating Fishermen
Ha! The whole thing strikes me as most funny. It's not an alien though, that would have to be a skate or a ray. However (and alien races please take note,) if I ever believe that I have discovered an alien life form, I promise that I will never eat you! I mean surely that's just common courtesy: Do not eat alien life forms - it's rude. I can only imagine a top world diplomat trying to explain when the fishpeople turn up to look for their missing friend:
Greetings to the Interplanetary Ambassador of Fishplanetia. Yes, we did meet your last diplomatic envoy. *cough* Err, did I say meet? I meant 'eat.' Yes, umm, sorry there was a bit of a mixup, but if it's any consolation, he did taste very good fried with some butter and served on rice. Still, sorry about that. Err, have you tried any of this delicious sushi by the way?"
Ok, that's quite enough silly for one post. I will return to my regularly scheduled life, which currently involves debating the relative values of toast, tomato soup, coffee or oolong tea. Might need a nap to properly consider though.
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