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11th August 2007

10:37pm: well, I guess this is what I'm doing with my Sunday
"Leave a comment if you want to know what I really think of you, and I'll reply and tell you. No lies, all honesty.

Post it in your journal after I do yours so I can see the reverse [look, you can if you really want to and are a glutton for punishment, but it's not like I'm going to be checking up or anything]."

Obligated to do this, since I already harrassed [info]revbrandon in his own post. I WILL BE AS HONEST AS I THINK I CAN WITHOUT GETTING SHOT OR ARRESTED.

26th June 2007

4:50pm: LUCKY MEGASTAR
I don't usually link my dumb movies here, but I'm sufficiently proud of this one to break the rule:

16th June 2007

1:50am: Stolen from [info]shax. DO IT

Toss me a series, and I'll answer these questions:

1. The first character I fell in love with:
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:
3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t:
4. The character I love that everyone else hates:
5. The character I would shag anytime:
6. The character I’d want to be like:
7. The character I’d slap in the face:
8. A pairing that I love:
9. A pairing that I despise:
10. Favorite character:

31st May 2007

11:25pm: The Supreme Power
Okay, for those of you not already in the know, all of us over in the EA camp have recently been expanding our minds with old Godfrey Ho ninja movies from the '80s starring Richard Harrison. These things are absolutely legendary. This being the case, I've done the internet a service by uploading Ninja Terminator, which I suggest that you watch right fucking now. If your skull hasn't been blown to little bloody chunks after 90 minutes of Ninja Motherfucking Terminator, follow it up with the equally classic Ninja Dragon.

Seriously, there are no words for movies like this - they have to be seen.

14th December 2006

11:20pm: So I'm on holiday vacation duty for awhile. Internet time will be irregular. SEE YOU DUDES AFTER X-MAS.

4th November 2006

3:22pm: explanations of shotacon come to an end somewhere
I wrote translated a thing.

Basically I'm never going to get a job in academia if anyone finds out about this.

24th October 2006

5:04pm: everyone's favorite harbinger of the end is B-A-C-K
A T T A C K   D ' E C C H I

"Ah!!! After 10,000 years I'm free!! It's time to conquer Earth!!!!"

14th October 2006

4:35pm:

15th September 2006

12:11pm: ATTN: SAK
HEY DUDER

I know we're supposed to get 2gether on the 20th, however I will not have internet axxxez for at least another week. In order to coordinate STUFFS please shoot me an email or something (BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW YOUR ADDRESS AT THE MOMENT). Try me at fasteriskhead AT google DOT com.

ALL YOU OTHER FOLKS READING THIS: PLEASE TELL SAK TO DO SO

ALSO: PLEASE DO NOT ABUSE MY EMAIL (THANKS)

2nd September 2006

9:23pm: GOING ON VACATION
I will not be back until the 7th or thereabouts.

After that: CHICAGO!! And then probably it will be a few days until I get my service up there working. KEEP YOURSELVES BUSY KIDS.

28th August 2006

7:16pm: there goes another one.
fuck.

18th July 2006

10:17pm: Not again!
I give it two more entries before we all forget about it once more.

(P.S. what are the chances of both me and Parish making Michael Hutchence jokes in the same week?)

6th July 2006

9:38am: Goddamn it folks.
So last night I was having a pretty nice party, right? I mean, nothing big - basically it was just a couple of dudes who came over so we could listen to music (set list for my 3-cd mix is forthcoming) and drink a little and gnosh on microwaved nachos w/cheddar (ex. sharp) and watch Tank Police. Anyways, about two hours in I notice that it's raining pretty hard outside, that there's a lot of lightning and the wind is billowing a lot. Thankfully the power didn't go out or anything (well, not yet) so all of us just kind of huddled indoors.

Anyways, then people started disappearing. First no one could find Jake, who is this guy I know from work who is a little bit of an asshole. And then someone told me (I didn't actually see this) that Tracie, who is this girl that Matt brought with him that I didn't really know too well, looked like she'd actually been yanked into my bathroom by something, only when everyone went to check inside it was empty. So that was kind of weird, and we were all getting a little creeped out

About this time I noticed that my mix CDs are no longer playing what they're supposed to, and have been replaced with this really catchy pop-metal stuff. And it was STILL playing even after the power went out, so you could imagine that I was getting pretty wierded by this point. So we were all scrambling to find flashlights and stuff, navigating only by way of illumination from the lightning, when someone starts shouting at me and pointing towards the living room.

Do you know what had happened? Fucking LORDI had set up in front of my couch, jamming without proper permission. I am not sure when they did this, or how, except that they had put a lot of effort into hanging the big "L O R D I" sign behind them. Halfway into their first song all the people who had disappeared earlier showed up again as goddamned zombies, and of course they chased everyone around for awhile and completely fucked up my place. So anyways I'm shouting at Lordi to turn down their amps so I can ask them how they got into the house (Lordi looked a little pissed at me), and then one of the zombies (probably that prick Jake) started gnawing on my neck and I blacked out.

So long story short, I'm now a zombie under the unholy control of Lordi. They ended up playing about a 35 minute set, which was actually pretty good (the neighbors complained but they always whine about this shit). I talked with Lordi a little bit afterwards and it turns out they are pretty okay guys, although evil, and they never apologized for playing my party without permission - also, they ate all the chips and raided my freezer for popsicles. Anyways I just wanted to let you guys know how to recognize the warning signs which will indicate when Lordi has decided to play your house.

13th June 2006

6:01pm: Ligeti died yesterday.

The legends are starting to leave - first Lou Harrison and Berio, now this. It won't be long until Carter, Boulez, Stockhausen, Johnston, Babbitt, Rautavaara, Crumb, and all the others go too.

I've been listening to L's piano etudes quite a bit today, and also a couple of other pieces. It's always an absolute shock to me that these people could ever die - they just seem beyond that kind of thing.

10th April 2006

6:07pm: WHOOPS!!
Hamdan v. Rumsfeld transcript

my favorite part (also: HOLY SHIT) )

WHAT?? WE ACCIDENTALLY SUSPENDED THE WRIT OF HABEAS CORPUS? OH MAN!! THAT'S NOT GOOD

10th March 2006

5:23pm: OH MY GOD OH MY GODDD
Chicago is taking me. CHICAGO IS TAKING ME

THE UNIVERSITY OF FUCKING CHICAGO

SAID THEY WOULD LET ME INTO THEIR GODDAMN GRADUATE PROGRAM

I HAVE A FUCKING FUTURE

JESUS CHRIST PEOPLE IF I WERE THE TYPE THIS WOULD BE THE KIND OF NIGHT WHERE I GO OUT DRINKING AND KISS EVERY GIRL I SEE

GODDDDD SO FUCKING ELATED I LOVE ALL OF YOU, YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND EVEN YOU

HUGGING

23rd February 2006

5:20pm: OKAY THAT SORT OF WORKS
I heard back from UVA today about my Master's application! They're accepting me, but I get no financial aid. POOH.

OKAY SORT OF A HALF-VICTORY ON THAT ONE. Let's see what happens on the other three, and in the meantime I get to dwell over the possibility of GOING TO GRAD SCHOOL EVEN THOUGH I WILL BE UTTERLY UNABLE TO AFFORD IT

(HINT: I THINK I WOULD PROBABLY STILL DO IT)

17th February 2006

10:16am: REAL MOTHAFUCKIN' O'S
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/02/16/AR2006021600674.html

The creepiest thing about this THREE PAGE FEATURE (!!!) is that, despite some awful attempts at humor/levity which immediately fall flat and a terribly limited and halfway inaccurate list of shows (SURE WE ALL WATCH PUFFY AMIYUMI!! WHY NOT), it actually seems more or less RESEARCHED and, even worse, almost RESPECTFUL of a subculture usually met with derision. Jesus, it even mentions HENTAI in there (albeit with nothing more than a half-accurate translation and no further info). WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE FOLKS

I dunno, I guess I'm still a child of the mid '90s, fresh with memories of sneaking back to the pathetic, typically unsorted and forgotten anime corner in the rear of Suncoast (typically right beside the Special Interests section, which made me feel even better about myself) looking for the ugly VHS cover boxes (with exhorbitant prices on them) containing the joys of all those horrible early dubs. I still haven't wrapped my brain around the past 5-6 years, people. This probably puts me in the same OLD FART category as M. John Malott (and his amazement at seeing "young kids singing the theme song from 'Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi' in Japanese."), I guess, which basically amounts to objecting to the new kids for crimping on my style.

I'M AN ORIGINAL ANIME GANGSTA, ORIGINAL OTAKU MOTHAFUCKERS, ALL Y'ALL PUNKS BETTER RESPECT

YEAH WE GREW UP ON THE HARD STREETS OF AMERICAN SUBURBIA CIRCA 1994, WHEN THE ONLY SHIT WE HAD WAS RONIN WARRIORS RERUNS AFTER SCHOOL

YEAH YOU KNOW WHAT'S UP, ALL YOU NIGGAZ IS GETTING SOFT WITH YOUR SIX-SHELF MANGA DISPLAYS AT BARNES AND NOBLE

A REAL ANIME G'S ON MINMAY'S D YA KNOW
BUT ALL Y'ALL SEEM TO CATCH ON KINDA SLOW
CUZ I'M GONNA BLOW UP
IF I SHOW UP
AN' NARUTO'S GETTIN' TALKED UP
Y'GONNA BE FUCKED UP
NIGGAZ BE CRYIN
AND GOODBYEIN
AND DYIN
IF THEY BUYIN
ALL THAT WEAK-ASS STUFF
IT'S GONNA GET RUFF
AND WE AIN'T GON MAKE UP
TIL YOU PUNKS SHAPE UP
AND DON'T YA SEE, YA'LL CAN'T STOP MY FLOW
JUST 'CUZ I'M A REAL MOTHAFUCKIN' O

YEAH NIGGAZ (FOR REAL) YOU OUGHTA KNOW BETTER

YOU'RE 1000 YEARS TOO EARLY TO MESS WITH THE O.A.G.

16th January 2006

8:34pm: JUST SO YOU KNOW
I still have not regretted my decision to split off my FUN AND WACKY UNSERIOUS posts (which go here) from my dumb obnoxious and endlessly pretentious serious posts (which go on myspace), excepting the fact that myspace is dog shit.

Anyways, there it is if for some reason you enjoy me writing that kind of thing. Today I just finished a little thing on MLK Jr. which I actually think is pretty good.

Anyways, uh, I guess I'll try to post here more often when I remember to do so. I'M NOT AS GOOD AT DICK JOKES AS I USED TO BE.


P.S. I can't believe this hasn't gotten me in trouble yet.


EDIT: Oh yeah!! And I can also lay claim to have created the worst myspace anime group ever. The photo collection is the best part, I should note.

27th December 2005

10:19am: Mr. F's Kheer recipe
COOKING TIME: approx. 80 minutes.

DIFFICULTY: crazy easy, but dang there is a lot of stirring involved.

INGREDIENTS:
- 6 Cups Whole Milk (folks, do NOT try this with reduced fat milk, IT WILL NOT WORK)
- 3/4 Cups Basmati Rice (other rice types are okay, but this really works best with basmati. Also, this is technically about three times as much rice as would show up in "traditional" kheer, but fuck that noise. FORWARD THE GLORIOUS KHEER REVOLUTION)
- 3/4 Cups Sugar
- 1 Teaspoon Cardamom (I love this stuff so I'll sometimes put an extra teaspoon in for the hell of it. NOTE: do NOT pay twelve fucking dollars for a little can at your shitty supermarket, and the same goes for the basmati rice for that matter. Go find a local Indian grocery place and drop five bucks for a bag that's twice as big)

OPTIONAL:
- 1/4 Cups Milk Powder (I like kheer to be very thick, and this helps firm it up. OPTIONALLY, just throw in some half-and-half)
- 1/2 Cups Slivered (or Chopped) Almonds
- 1 Pinch Saffron (A PINCH IS A VERY PRECISE MEASUREMENT. Adds a little aroma if you such as like that kind of thing)
- 1 Stick Cinnamon (I personally don't like kheer with cinnamon, as it should RIGHTFULLY BE DOMINATED BY THE CARDAMOM, but if you want it then I guess here it is)

DIRECTIONS:
1. Pour the milk in a deep pot, and bring it to a boil. Be VERY VERY CAREFUL not to turn the heat up too high, or you'll scald the milk (you will know you have done this if you start to notice nasty brown chunks appear in your mix). I'm particularly paranoid about this, so I never bring the heat up further than a little over midway. STIR CONSTANTLY, keeping stuff off the sides and bottom as best you can. It usually takes about 25-30 minutes for a light boil to take form, and by that time the milk should be thickening nicely.
2. After you've got a light boil going, add the rice, sugar, and (if you're using it) the stick of cinnamon. KEEP STIRRING. Allow the rice to cook, which should take around 30 to 40 minutes (pick some out with a spoon or whatever to test it). About 15 minutes into this the milk should really be thickening up, so go ahead and add the milk powder (or half-and-half) if you're using it. Also add the almonds at this point. KEEP FUCKING STIRRING.
3. After the rice is cooked, mix in the cardamom (OH GOD YES) and add a pinch of saffron if you'd like. Turn the heat down a notch, STAY UP WITH THE GODDAMNED STIRRING, and keep the stuff cooking until it's as thick as you want (I usually give it another five minutes at low heat).
4. Remove the kheer from heat, and let it cool (it will thicken a lot more as it does so). After this, you can either serve it at room temperature or throw it in the fridge (I PERSONALLY PREFER IT COLD). You should have about four servings, more or less.
5. STUFF THE KHEER INTO YOUR FAT FUCKING FACE LIKE THE FATE OF THE MARS COLONY DEPENDS ON IT

21st December 2005

8:23pm: man what is it with me posting mostly serious things recently
Wow. Just... wow. Christ, once you're past the fairly tepid bits about the PARTIES and etc. this is just an incredibly compelling read. I think most people are going to focus on the central bit of it (the IDM tear-apart [NOTE: RICHARD D. JAMES COULD NOT BE REACHED FOR COMMENT]), although maybe they shouldn't. It's wonderful stuff, and completely damning to anyone still trying to pass this stuff off as science, but you don't get to the meat, the REALLY ugly parts, until the last fifty pages or so.

WOW folks I remember first hearing about this whole EYE DEE thing back in the middle of 2001. As I recall, I did some basic reading on it and decided that while 1) true irreducible complexity would be nearly impossible to prove conclusively, even moreso for "purposeful arrangement," and 2) the thrust of ID is negative in the sense that the case it makes is mostly just attacking evolution rather than doing anything to posit the case of an intelligent designer, still it seemed like a quirky little idea that at the very least wasn't going to do much harm and might actually do some good if the IDers could bring some meat in to back up their ideas. Needless to say, I no longer think this, not after the events of the past four years and not after reading the last part of the opinion linked above. Whatever remaining dross passing as "scientific" that ID started out with is now only a manifoldly dishonest cover for one of the most despicable moves that the religious right has ever made. Practically no one supporting this thing even knows, much less cares, that it doesn't agree with the Earth being only a couple of thousand years old and all, or that there's nothing remotely scientific about it aside from two essentially unprovable notions, yet because it has the air of something that might actually be ACCEPTABLE BY CONSTITUTIONAL STANDARDS it's become a goddamned bandwagon. Evolution by natural selection might be wrong if someone happens to find a certain black cat in a dark room, ergo THE LITERAL READING OF GENESIS IS CORRECT AND HOT DAMN WE ARE STANDING UP FOR JESUS.

I think I'd actually be less angry if the religious right was being straightforward rather than trying to cover their agenda with this crap that they neither read nor would even care about reading but know by hearsay says that THEY ARE RIGHT. MAN WE GOTTA GET THOSE DAMN HOMOSEXUAL ATHEIST PINKO IDEAS OUT OF OUR CLASSROOMS!!! HEY WHAT'S THIS?? SOME FRINGE SCIENTIFIC MOVEMENT THAT SAYS EVOLUTION'S WRONG??? PRAISE BE EVERYBODY IT'S BACK TO CHRIST!! [turn to page 11 if you actually read Bede and cynically decide to use his vague bullshit to push Evangelical Christianity in disguise OR turn to page 15 if you don't read him at all and assume they have proved that Hell has a precise physical location underneath the earth (which is flat). ONLY YOU CAN DECIDE WHICH IS MORE REPREHENSIBLE]

Seriously, within a couple of days time you're going to be hearing about ACTIVIST JUDGES and LEGISLATING FROM THE BENCH and so forth. It is complete and utter bullshit, and that should be clear to anyone checking the closing portions of this thing. No really, go read that last third about the school board. Read about ELECTED OFFICIALS telling folks disgreeing with them that they're going to hell because said disagreers don't want OF PANDAS AND PEOPLE in the curriculum. Read about one of the commissioners going into his church to ask for money to buy said books to donate to the public schools. Surely this isn't showing ID to be a de facto religious agenda and infringing on the separation of church and state!! OH WAIT even if it was it wouldn't matter, because said separation is a MYTH. I really can't decide if this stuff is sinister or laughable.

Anyways, seriously, it's worth a look. Hell, even better, someone needs to print and publish this thing. OR YOU CAN JUST RUN OFF A BUNCH OF COPIES AND LEAVE THEM ON BENCHES LIKE CHICK TRACTS.

17th December 2005

4:39pm: how is it with the nothing
Anxiety [angst] is basically different from fear. We become afraid in the face of this or that particular being that threatens us in this or that particular respect....

Anxiety does not let such confusion arise. Much to the contrary, a peculiar calm pervades it. Anxiety is indeed anxiety in the face of . . ., but not in the face of this or that thing. Anxiety in the face of . . . is always anxiety for . . ., but not for this or that. The indeterminateness of that in the face of which and for which we become anxious is no mere lack of determination but rather the essential impossibility of determining it. In a familiar phrase this indeterminateness comes to the fore.

In anxiety, we say, “one feels ill at ease.” What is “it” that makes “one” feel ill at ease? We cannot say what it is before which one feels ill at ease. As a whole it is so for him. All things and we ourselves sink into indifference. This, however, not in the sense of mere disappearance. Rather in this very receding things turn toward us. The receding of beings as a whole that closes in on us in anxiety oppresses us. We can get no hold on things. In the slipping away of beings only this “no hold on things” comes over us and remains. Anxiety reveals the nothing.


Some light holiday reading for you armchair intellectuals out there.

Also: it is my birthday!!! I am 23. I am officially well on my way to death.

30th November 2005

4:05pm: NOT ONLY BULLETED BUT THEY GOT THE TABLE OF CONTENTS/BOOKMARKS WORKING!
Wonderful. The White House makes its most concise and articulate statement yet of its goals in Iraq, and it's a god damned Powerpoint Presentation.

FOLKS AM I BEING TOO RUDE IF I GO TO THE BACK OF THE ROOM AND GET ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE AND MUNCH ON THE REMAINING BOLOGNA AND CRACKERS (ALSO: I THINK THERE IS A BAGEL OR TWO REMAINING) WHILE THE DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE USES ITS GAZILLION-DOLLAR BUDGET TO USE ITS LASER POINTER IN ILLUSTRATING AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE FIVE "PUNCH" SENTENCES CURRENTLY PROJECTED (RIGHT NEXT TO AN ANIMATED GIF PULLED OFF THE INTERNET)

HAGGLE GAGGLE GETTING BITS OF THE OREO COOKIES (ALSO ON THE TABLE) ON THE SUPPLEMENTARY HANDOUT, SMEARING THE CRUMBS ON MY POWER SUIT

HUFF HRRR ADJUSTING MY SEAT AND ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKING OUT THE EXTENSION CABLE FOR THE PROJECTOR

17th November 2005

1:46pm: Stadiums Once Again Filled With Confessions
I know this may sound counter-intuitive, teens, but I do believe that the cliche I mentioned earlier, that "the path to success is doing what you most believe in and never, ever letting anyone make you back off it"--- that cliche looks a little bit different if you turn it over and look at the underside of it. A lot of people don't even want to touch a cliche like that because they think someone will see them doing it and make fun of them, but if you're willing to handle it, you will see that the underside says this: Trying to make your world a better place by fixing yourself is an impossible task. The world becomes a better place when you quit focusing on the flaws in your own past and start trying to fix the world outside instead.

Seriously, I love that one Michael Jackson song and I think the lyrics are beautiful and awesome, but in the year 8000 we have to flip the script a little bit to get things done. The more we internalize and introvert and believe that we lives of less-than-maximum-awesome because of personal defects, the more we retreat into personal isolation, unwilling to try and influence the world because we believe ourselves to be defective, unworthy or unable to make decisions that have impact outside of our tiny personal spheres.


Well, well, well. Cex is back, folks.

15th November 2005

11:51pm: BEGGING (BUT NOT REALLY)
OH CHRIST PEOPLE

ON THE SEVENTEENTH OF DECEMBER I AM GOING TO BE A FULL ON TWENTY-THREE. TWENTY-THREE. FOR SOME REASON THIS ONE FEELS LIKE IT IS THE ACTUAL DIVIDING LINE BETWEEN YOUNG ME AND MIDDLE-AGED ME.

HOWEVER!! I STILL HAVE MY GODDAMNED WISHLIST!!! YOU SHOULD NOT BUY ME ANYTHING THOUGH

GOD I'M GETTING OLD
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