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Date:2005-07-22 09:54
Subject:Neil Gaiman

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Date:2005-06-30 13:14

random park photography
Full sized piece.

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Date:2005-06-19 22:40
Subject:We shall not mention Batman!


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Date:2005-06-18 10:05

Tagged by dalziel_86:
List 5 of your current favorite songs (in no particular order), and then tag 6 of your LJ friends to do the same:

Brighton Rock - Queen
I can't get the guitar parts out of my head. Also, it makes me think of the English seaside in the 1900s. And zombies.

Journey of the Sorcerer - The Eagles
Banjo doesn't usually make my insides tingle. I blame the TV show.

At the Bottom of Everything - Bright Eyes
The world's most cheerfully depressing plane crash song.

The Caterpillar - The Cure
Reads like a Satyr love song.

Golden Brown - The Stranglers
1910's Cairo, with bushy handlebar moustaches and pith helmets, all under a sepia colour filter.

And my chosen victims:

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Date:2005-06-17 09:37

According to friday morning infomercials, the one key physical property of the material Titanium, the property that evidently makes it worthwhile as a material and essential for everthing from knives to, well, more knives, is the fact that it is "stylish". As an engineering student, I can't help finding this oddly funny.

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Date:2005-06-14 19:51
Subject:In which our humble narrator discovers that "it" is, in fact, a cat eat mouse eat mouse world.

First, there was Lenny. Fergus ate him. Then Clarissa ate Fergus.
I consider all three to be highly unfortunate animals, two for the simple fact of being eaten, and one because, well, she's a retarded Himalayan Persian who hasn't quite figured out that the reason the mouse carcass isn't in the front veranda any more is because I've thrown it out.
It's been 2 hours now, and she's still staring at that spot on the floor, waiting for the mouse.

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Date:2005-06-10 20:06
Subject:Norwegian Sock (to the tune of "Norwegian Wood", by the Beatles)

I once met a girl, or should I say, she once met me.
She showed me her foot, doesn't it rock, Norwegian sock?
She asked me to stay and she told me "remove your footwear",
As houserules go, it didn't seem entirely fair.
I sat on a rug, keeping my feet warm, pretending not to care.
We talked until five and then she said, it’s time to compare
She told me her socks had no holes, and started to mourn.
I told her that mine were in fact, quite horribly torn.
She removed the socks, thrown at my head, wore sandals instead.
So I put them on, doesn't it rock, Norwegian sock?

Cowritten by zephyrinous and freerider

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Date:2005-06-06 17:08

When it isn't physical uncoordination, it's verbal. Today, I find myself tripping not only over my own feet, but over my own words.
In something of a trance at work, I open my mouth, and words randomly come out. I find myself entertaining coworkers with careful descriptions of the differences between mere plans and evil schemes, then turning around and saying random things to customers that leave them scratching their heads.
Then I say something downright embarassing to a coworker right before leaving, then realise halfway down a deserted stairwell that I'm berating myself. Out loud.

I honestly don't know what's wrong with me today, but I'm half hoping I get over it soon.

Also, the worst thing about picking up a fun new skillset is that you keep wanting to practise, even when you should be doing something else.

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Date:2005-06-03 22:11

New season, new character, perhaps.
It strikes me that there are people who wouldn't mind seeing Hyphen gone. I half agree with them, but right now, I've not yet had the thinking space to figure out what needs to be done.
I, obviously enough, will leave the announcing of new characters to the suspects in question, but what I've heard sounds good. I'm rather glad we've all got the breathing space between seasons, though.
I need time to think.

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Date:2005-06-01 17:06
Mood: quixotic

It's the kind of weather that makes me think of an English seaside, even though I've never been to one.
I suspect I had more body fat last year, because I'm cold pretty much all the time.
Still, at least my co-workers are getting amusement from the lengths I go to in order to psych myself up before running in to the cold room and out with the required product as fast as I can. I've adopted the David Dixon approach of jumping up and down a lot and yelling "psych!". It gets laughs.

Thanks to the assistance of pockingell, a better filthy assistant that I ever reasonably should have gotten my hands on, my looming coding assignment has been delt with. Now, only one assignment remains, then I am gloriously free!
At least for the half hour until I begin studying for exams.

Today, however, was as previously implied, a deli day, complete with a near full showing of all the regulars:
The short little old man who starts every sentence with a jovial "Hoya", and seems unbearable until you come to understand that he thinks it's amusing if you're just as rude back to him as he is to you.
The slack jawed middle aged man who wears large bottle lens glasses with awkward sunglasses attachments, buys large quantities of ham, and tries to "help" call numbers with a near endearing childish enthusiasm.
The toothless lady who speaks no english.
Hotpants man.
"I can't possibly eat a full container of Egg Salad" woman.

I feel at peace these days - even the customers can't bother me for long now that I've made the concious decision to let myself be happy.

It remains to be seen how my attitude will survive the stress of exams, but I'm pretty freakin' optomistic. Good luck everybody - see you on the other side!

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Date:2005-05-23 19:34

In hindsight, fucking with my eating patterns was not just a bad idea, but a downright terrible one.
This time around, I've done my research, and I'm eating correctly for the amount of activity I'm doing. I'm starting to feel better - my immune system is returning to normal, I'm getting back to my regular rates of healing, and no longer collecting quite so many bruises from day to day activities, and for the first time in a while, I was able to Kiki out the other day.:D
I think I may need to be considerate of my own limitations for a while - I'm not quite up to full health yet, but I'm getting there.

On a less serious note, I watched the Eurovision Song Contest for the first time ever last night. Moldova should have won. Or Hungary. Everybody loves Bongo High Priests - I know I love them almost as much as I love respectable drinking (another thing that's now possible again) and really relaxed monday mornings.

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Date:2005-05-21 13:40

Masquerade fetishwear? Eep! Anyone have any ideas? I have slightly under a week.

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Date:2005-05-16 23:15

The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about -- Oscar Wilde.
Well, your humble narrator is now certain it's winter, simply because every joint in hir fingers feels a lot like it's been carved out of ice.
If it wasn't for the Ninja Hobo Sock gloves, I wouldn't have made it this far. I really need to look into getting a pair of fingerless gloves that don't look make me look like I've escaped from that sad and lonely prison where they keep all the rejects for the "Where's Wally" book series. All in good time, though.

The party on Saturday night went well, I think, though my old school friends seemed slightly distanced by the fact that I wasn't wearing a skirt. Oh well. General crowd response was bemused interest, and the facial hair served as an icebreaker with a rather amusing group of bakers I had the pleasure of bullshitting to for a good hour or so.:D

It would have been nice to explain why I was in drag properly, but I just didn't have the time or the patience for the inevitably following confusion.

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Date:2005-05-10 08:15

Something flickers in my peripheral vision. It hangs there like a ghost, and I feel like I'm very deep underwater in all this overclouded weather.
Study is going well, but I badly want to draw.

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Date:2005-05-08 23:55

Friendship, like every other service, has a pricetag attached to it.
I eagerly anticipate next saturday because it gives me an excuse to dress in a way I've wanted to for years, legitimately.
Method roleplaying is both compelling and painful.
I envy the man I saw on friday afternoon, playing his ukelele in the car at a red light. He's happier than I am.

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Date:2005-05-05 22:25

It's something of a relief when you come to the revelation that a part of you does need revision, and will be revised in short order.
I've been far too reactive for far too long.
Change will ensue. Stay tuned.

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Date:2005-04-29 11:41
Subject:Interesting Facts You Probably Don't Know

It seems that the fine institution of Queensland University has chosen to further involve and challenge it's students with the new and involving game of Who's Lecture Theatre Is It Anyway?, a game of timing, discipline, and tenacity that pits Engineering students and staff against the mighty pigheadedness of multiple humanities lecturers in an epic battle to determine exactly who will have the right, nay, the privalige, to use UQ's fine lecture theatres for a given session.
Today's battle, My mechatronics group project lectures against about 5 different psychology, history and literature subjects in about as many different locations, was forfeited, as no trace of the engineering lecture could be found! We suspect foul play, and search attempts are still in progress to determine exactly what the hell happened to the people who're meant to be teaching the material I'm meant to be making a half arsed attempt to learn.
That said, I was left with about 2 hours worth of free time today, and not an Engineering Groupie in sight.

After wandering around the campus for a bit, looking at so much anti-VSU propaganda I realised I didn't actually know what VSU was actually meant to *do* anymore, I ended up in the UQ surrounding gardens with a six pack of sushi rolls and half a small bottle of pepsi.

[A brief aside: After several hours curled up in the fetal position on a hapless friend's couch, I came to the slightly depressing conclusion that I'm so used/addicted to caffeine, I actually need it to function properly. How the hell does continually consuming a stimulant make it easier for you to sleep!
Given that the cold turkey method of withdrawal isn't something I can afford mid uni term, I'm cutting back to the minimum I need to avoid getting headaches, then cutting it out completely when I can next spend a week half concious on a couch in terrible, terrible pain. Ow.]

And now, we get to the interesting fact that actually prompted me to break my long running silence and post an entry longer than a paragraph - I was approached by an very friendly duck in the gardens. Those few of you pathetic enough to remember journal entries from a year ago may recall my tales of the geese driven Revolution of the People!, and while I can't actually comment on the political situation of That Bit of Garden Noone Really Notices on Their Way to Uni, I can say that the one local I ran into seemed friendly.

Being unsure of what the duck in question called himself, I called him Ferdinand - he just seemed like the kind of bird that would appreciate a name like that, and I'm certain that along with all the other laws hard coded into the universe (physics comes to mind), there is the very specific rule that "Ferdinand is a good name for ducks". My new friend Ferdinand seemed to have something of an appreciation for my sushi, and over the course of several minutes, came closer and closer in an attempt to share that appreciation with me.
I was happy to feed him grains of rice, but there came a point where I felt enough was enough.
"Look," I said to Ferdinand, "I can understand that you and I may come from different cultures. It may be socially acceptable for you to stand this close without violation of the personal zone. I can respect your cultural differences, but I must insist that you respect mine, and stop standing in my lap in an attempt to share my sushi."
To this, Ferdinand pondered for a moment, inclined his head to examine me (and the half eaten roll in my hand), then promply decided to be assertive.
Despite the fact that he'd just grabbed the food from my hand, I couldn't really help but laugh. I was full anyway, so I left him the remaining roll and a half, placed considerately in the little plastic container for him.
Let me tell you now, the sound of a duck pecking up rice from a plastic container as fast as he can actually sounds surprisingly like a toy machinegun. Especially at close range.

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Date:2005-04-27 21:31

Ending my fourth day without caffeine my brain still feels like an unpleasantly tepid and damp mist is shrouding it in confusion. This is driving me insane - for once in my life, nothing creative is coming to mind! It's like repeatedly banging my conciousness against a brick wall!
What'smore, I'm headachey, and tired/sleepy all the time.
I can only hope this passes soon. I haven't drawn properly in several days.

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Date:2005-04-24 10:32

An art folio and a Tanto carefully given to avoid the associated implication that I should commit suicide.
The friends I have are pretty damn awesome - they certainly seem to know what I like.

The party I mentioned in a previous entry was on last night, and I think it went well - With two social groups possessing different attitudes to drinking attending, I was sure that it would fragment more than it did, but people mingled, and a fairly good time seemed to be had by all.

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Date:2005-04-09 15:31

If anyone's interested, I know what I'd like for my birthday: a subscribed account to Deviantart.
As usual, student birthday rules apply.

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