LIES, IT"S ALL LIES!

Ok. So that sounds a little more dramatic than it was meant to. What I mean is that my last post was a promise to post more regularly... and I haven't. So, I lied. Apparently in the last sentence of my last post I also told everyone to go and buy some bitches. What I meant was 'go and buy some, bitches.' I'm taking the confusion caused by the misplaced comma as the reason no one bought any of the jewelry that I have made for Querelle'10. So now that the confusion is cleared up I know that I will be selling a lot of jewelry.

Things that have happened since my last post.
- I am still studying Psych, although I failed my Sociology subject. Oh well, there is always next semester.
- I am doing a statistics subject over summer. Oh joy.
- I went to the USA with Tracey.
- I spent time with my friend A while over there.
- I finally saw Kandinsky's works at the Guggenheim. What an amazing day!
-I am possibly am in the process of becoming a Daddy.

And I promise that over the next couple of weeks I will get back here and blog about these and other things.

Maybe.

To Sleep, Perchance To Dream...

A Nauseous Nocturne
From: The Essential Calvin and Hobbes

Another night deprived of slumber, Hours passing without number, My eyes trace 'round the room. I lay 
 Dripping sweat and now quite certain That tonight the final curtain Drops upon my short life's precious play. 
 From the darkness, by the closet Comes a noise, much like a faucet Makes: a madd'ning drip-drip-dripping sound. 
 It seems some ill-proportioned beast, Anticipating me deceased, Is drooling poison puddles on the ground. 
 A can of Mace, a forty-five, Is all I'd need to stay alive, But no weapon lies within my sight. 
 Oh my gosh! A shadow's creeping, Omnious and black, it's seeping Slowly 'cross a moonlit square of light! 
 Suddenly a floorboard creak Announces the bloodsucking freak Is here to steal my future years away!
 A sulf'rous smell now fills the room Heralding my imm'nent doom! A fang gleams in the dark and murky gray! 
 Oh, blood-red eyes and tentacles! Throbbing, pulsing ventricles! Mucus-oozing pores and frightful claws! 
 Worse, in terms of outright scariness, Are the suckers multifarious That grab and force you in its mighty jaws! 
 This disgusting aberration Of nature needs no mitivation To devour helpless children in their beds.
 Relishing despairing moans, It chews kids up and sucks their bones, And dissolves inside its mouth their li'l heads! 
 I know this 'cause I read it not Two hours ago, and then I got The heebie-jeebies and these awful shakes. 
 My parents swore upon their honor That I was safe, and not a goner. I guess tomorrow they'll see their sad mistakes. 
 In the morning, they'll come in And say, "waht was that awful din We heard last night? You kept us both from sleep!" 
 Only then will they surmise The gruesomeness of my demise And see that my remains are in a heap. 
 Dad will look at Mom and say, "Too bad he had to go that way." And Mom will look at Dad, and nod assent. 
 Mom will add, "Still, it's fitting, That as he was this world quitting, He should leave another mess before he went." 
 They may not mind at first, I know. They will miss me later, though, And perhaps admit that they were wrong.
 As memories of me grow dim, They'll say, "We were too strict with him. We should have listened to him all along." 
 As speedily my end approaches, I bid a final "buenas noches" To my best friend here in all the world.
 Gently snoring, whiskers seeming To sniff at smells (he must be dreaming), He lies snugled in the blankets, curled. 
 HEY! WAKE UP, YOU STUPID CRETIN! YOU GONNA SLEEP WHILE I GET EATEN?! Suddenly the monster knows I'm not alone! 
 There's an animal in bed with me! An awful beast he did not see! The monster never would've come if he had known! 
 The monster, in his consternation, Demonstated defenestration, And runs and runs and runs and runs away. 
 Rid of the pest, I now cah rest, Thanks to my best friend, who saved the day.

Not so much breaking the law as just bending it slightly

Oh no! I am a criminal.

I am sitting in the library at Uni waiting to meet a 'client'. She should be here between 2.30pm and 3.30pm.

It really isn't anything as interesting as you might be wishing that it is. The University library supplies us with a copy of EndNoteX1, which is a clever little program that compiles all of your references and creates a bibliography or reference list for you at the end of your essay. The issue is that it is far surpassed by EndNoteX2 (which incidentally also works well on Macs, where X1 doesn't...), however the University won't pay for access to X2 for it's students. Cheap Bastards.

So, I happened to come across a copy of X2 (one for the PC and one for the Mac) and have them on a USB drive that I am sharing around with people.

Fight the Power!
Damn the Man!
Share the Software!

Ok, maybe I've seen Empire Records one too many times.

Let Me Try This Again…

I enjoy writing blogs.  I’ve kept a number of them over the years, and I’m sure that if you googled any of the online aliases I’ve held over time that you will find the list I’ve left scattered behind me, like some sort of depraved one-sided litany.  The bastard children of illness and insight, of affliction and awareness.  My attempts at breathing a semblance of meaning into my pain and trying to help it gain a strength for a few sessions of psychological self-flagellation later on.

 

So, I decided to start another blog and she was supposed to be a commentary on things that were happening in society around me… but she told me to fuck off.  So then I tried to make her into a blog about our attempts to find a sperm donor and conceive a child this year, but then she said “You know?..  No.”

 

But now I’m trying to build her into something new.  I’m trying to feed this one on truth and not self-pity and drama.

 

Perhaps I’ll conceive something this year after all.

 

"So this little song is probably...she's one of my best friends of all the songs. And um, she just didn't want to be on any of the records. She was supposed to be on Pele, and then she told me to fuck off. And then she was supposed to be on Choirgirl, sorta kinda, but then she said, 'you know...no.' And then she decided she liked being played live, so I play her a lot."  ~Tori Amos Cooling