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Friday, November 27th, 2009
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EUREKA MOTHERFUCKERS
Of all the pleasures in life, surely that purely cerebral one when enough data has been gathered, the patterns suddenly reveal themselves, and everything clicks into place--surely that ranks up there with the greatest of delights, right next to taking the chain off the beast and letting it punch someone into the ground, and having fantastic multiple-orgasmic sex with the person(s) you love.
Anagnorisis. Revelation. 恍然大悟. fuck yeah motherfuckers I get it now
the really sad part comes when I confess that this is actually about dota, and when I add that I'm not sure how much this will actually help my game
yeah I know I'm sad but suddenly I can see and wow yeah just wow
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Sunday, November 8th, 2009
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Which ONE of the following statements about ageing is NOT CORRECT?
A. Ageing is associated with increased susceptibility to disease.
B. The hydra does not age.
C. Senescence is the phase of ageing associated with an increased probability of dying.
D. All the organ systems age at the same rate.
E. The oldest authenticated age at death of a human being is 122 years.
THE HYDRA DOES NOT AGE, YOU GUYS
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Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009
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OH MY GOD THERE ARE EASIER WAYS TO KILL MEDICAL STUDENTS THAN TO TRY AND MAKE THEIR BRAINS SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST
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Friday, October 23rd, 2009
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JOHN DARNIELLE ON THE COLBERT REPORT AAAAAA LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
AND
ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME
I MISSED THE 24-HOUR STREAM OF THE LIFE OF THE WORLD TO COME ON COLBERTNATION
NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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Wednesday, September 30th, 2009
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Ril says:
you're never around any more
*w8ohs* NightOwl [nat-afu]-- "If a man tries to walk two paths, he will split his pants." -African proverb. says:
dotaing
>_>
...what are you, the abandoned wife
Ril says:
you never call, you just come back at two every night drunk
even when I told you I would be cooking for you
are you even serious about this marriage
what about your promise to have children
one day, you said, one day, I'm going to be thirty soon
ETA:
Ril says:
you can copy anything you want at him, up to and including my abandoned wife act
it's not like you didn't copy it to the whole internet already
unfaithful husband
making your wife look bad in public
is this your secret plan
do you want a divorce, is that it
say so earlier ;_;
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Friday, September 11th, 2009
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I KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA BE
WHEN I'M GROWED UP IMMA BE A PHYSICIAN-SCIENTIST
YES THEY DO EXIST
PATIENTS IN THE MORNING, LAB MICE IN THE AFTERNOON
HALF DOCTOR HALF RESEARCHER
TO HEAL, TO SERVE, TO DISCOVER, TO STRIVE
FOOOOOOOOR SCIIIIIIIIIIIENCE!
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Tuesday, September 1st, 2009
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Monday, August 24th, 2009
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| Time: | 7:51 pm. |
| Mood: | annoyed-wry-amused. |
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I think I do save up my moments of stupid, so it hits together in one big bundle of you fucking moron. Nothing else explains it.
Uh, this is less emu than it sounds.
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Sunday, August 23rd, 2009
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19 Aug: Cup of yoghurt, a sausage, most of a Subway six-inch meat lover's. Nom.
20 Aug: the leftovers from Tuesday, with gravy, poured onto one and a half cups of rice. (As in, one and a half when uncooked.) And half a can of Campbell's cream of pumpkin, which makes for an average bowl of soup. Comfort food.
21 Aug: Three eggs, garlic, onions, rice, briefly stirfried together. I want to experiment with sauces with this one. And the rest of the soup. Then lots of snacks later ha ha.
22 Aug: Had a craving for pizza. So I got some. A medium-sized meat pizza and half a loaf of garlic bread. Delishus.
23 Aug: The rest of the garlic bread, average portion of grilled beef, two eggs. Not eating a lot atm, though I think I'm slowly entering gorge again.
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Tuesday, August 18th, 2009
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Aug 16: Grilled chicken with rice, and baked dough.
Aug 17: Grilled chicken.
Aug 18: STIR-FRIED CHICKEN! Yay it's not grilled. With cabbage, Shao Xing, soy bean paste, plum sauce. And rice. That was dinner, anyway. Lunch was half a cup of yoghurt--oh fuck I have to finish that yoghurt, so that'll be supper--and a sausage. w00t.
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Sunday, August 16th, 2009
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Aug 14: Don't think I had lunch. Went over to Veron's for dinner. LASAGNAAAAAA and a bit of salad. Oh, and brownies. Nommalicious.
Aug 15: Grilled anonymous fish (what? I don't know what it is) with lemon juice, soy, Shao Xing. And some baked dough. It IS true, Na2CO3 makes it all better. Who knew? That was dinner, though when I say "dinner" I actually mean 0200 Sunday morn. Roughly.
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Thursday, August 13th, 2009
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Aug 13: yeah yeah okay I've been skiving off tracking noms. Noms in SG were excellent, noms in HK and China were even better, noms over here...have not been too bad, akshully.
No lunch today. (That's what happens when you have class running from 1200 to 1715, sigh.) Cup of hot chocolate instead. Dinner was...a fair bit of chicken, maybe slightly more than a breast's worth, marinaded in...some bottled chicken marinade and Shao Xing. Grill, nom. Also some baked dough (almost tempted to TM that), which is dough, and baked. (Spelt flour, milk, water, brown sugar, and 15 minutes in the oven. Oh, and baking powder, finally, so it is no longer dwarf bread.) That's all. Not much. Have come off gorge phase, prolly headed into fast. Have to make effort to remember to eat nowadays. Might pick up if I start climbing properly again.
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Overheard in the cafe today:
Guy 1: Nathan! I could be a douchebag! I could use my MacBook in the coffee shop!
Guy 2: Oh my god, that's disgusting.
Well, I lol'd. Also, my textbooks are lolarious:
The hippocampus is not involved in hitting the ball, but it is involved in recording in memory all of the details of the point so that the player can brag about it later.
"wait what lol wtf"
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Thursday, July 30th, 2009
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This is a story I found in a book, where stories tend to be. I found it hysterical and clever enough to share. Honestly, one of the wittiest shorts I've read in ages. Speedtyping so prob has typos.
( The Chaser, by John Collier )
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Have I ever pimped Freakazoid to y'all? It is quite possibly one of the funniest toons ever. It's a Timm&Dini creation, its fourth wall is BLOWN TO BITS, and it is amazing.
Just try it. Clip available here (more of it is on the same user's account). Watch the first five minutes. Or watch 2:24-2:54. Thirty seconds. Try.
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Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009
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Waterfat.
I am soft, and I hurt for it. But I know the solution to that.
The pared-down life is so much easier to live; it also has so much less joy. Nothing is free. Everything has a price.
Two steps forward, one step back. It seems I will never take the easy route to things, I must always plod down my own circuitous path to arrive at the conclusion where everyone else began. Small comfort--I know where to go after that, at least, whilst it seems many people are stuck.
"Where to go" being that everything has a season. Or rather, sometimes there are good times and sometimes there are not-so-good times. It suffices, unless you ask why it can't always be good. I could do that, treat this as a temporary sojourn and go home after, forever. But that leads back to the eternal trade-off: loneliness and freedom. And I wouldn't be happy with that, either. So one is stuck cycling between the two. The starling. The panther, circling. The worm ouroboros.
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| Subject: | hijack! |
| Time: | 8:38 pm. |
| Music: | Theme to TMP, or TNG, whichever you know it as. |
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So, 40th anniversary, yes? (Lunar landing/Apollo 11, if you've somehow managed to miss all the news.) There's this atmosphere going around right now. Everyone weebling on about the significance of that event. Tap into that for a moment.
Space is there, and we're going to climb it, and the moon and the planets are there, and new hopes for knowledge and peace are there.
We choose to do this not because it is easy...
Here men from the planet Earth first set foot upon the Moon July 1969, A.D. We came in peace for all mankind.
One small step for man...
Got it? Hold that thought. That trembling sense of wonder. That heartstopping magical vision of a space-age future right there in our hands. And above all, that ludicrous shouldn't-even-be-legal joy.
That is what my Trek is, and that is what I'd hoped XI would be. And if it is too much to expect that of this movie, where (as has been pointed out to me, quite accurately) virtually none of the older movies successfully conveyed that--then this is what I hope fandom takes away from XI. But I doubt it. It's too much like Wars for that. Which leaves me bitter like old lemon rinds! Someone write me fic to make it better (or, you know, write me TOS fic, that would be nice too).
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Saturday, July 11th, 2009
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1) Dreamt about sex with a disembodied penis. Reading too much Sei Sou Tsui Dan Sha y/n?
2) Went horseriding today, for the first time in for-fucking-ever. Loved it to bits. Got my seat back, almost. Even cantered some. God, it is such a great sport.
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FREEEEEEDOM
now scrambling to do a million and one chores before I fly augh
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And got a twitter. evilstormgnat. It will not be in use, I don't think, I have lj for random messages to the world. I AM using it to follow 1) Stephen Fry 2) Stephen Colbert 3) Crispin Freeman, and, hilariously, 4) Astrobiology NAI. Huzzah.
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sleepy.