I finally got the camcorder I've always wanted! Well... Maybe not always. But at least for about a year now. Sometimes it's a curse being so creative. I'm never satisfied unless I'm doing a bajillion things at once. So after many years of writing, comicing, it's finally moved onto the want to do filming! I've always wanted to do sketches. short little ideas which could work just as well in comic form as they could in film.
So my dad has a tripod I can borrow over the next year. And when I get back to university I think I'll start on the project I've been mentally writing since May. Maybe it'll go well. or maybe like most of my projects I'll get distracted by the first shiny thing on hand. We will see! I have no experience with such things. so if nothing else it shall be interesting :B
Friday 31 December 2010
Sunday 19 December 2010
Semi-inspired
I have to write, and/or edit some pieces for university. I admit I'm being slow about it. Mainly because I'm not sure if I want to do a new piece or not. I have two ideas I want to write up. But they're both pretty much the same sort of genre, the uncanny. A genre I haven't really messed in before, and it's uncanny with a strong fantasy feel, well... one is more uncanny, with a fake fantasy feel. I say fake, because the idea is a little planet of the apes, minus the apes. I'm not worrying about copying ideas, mainly because I've never seen the movie. But I get the general idea of it.
I need to run off this inspiration before it dies. But I'm conflicted. I should probably use it to go over my old pieces and arrange them properly. Le sigh.
I don't know.... I always get like this. At least I'm thinking about it. Which is a general improvement. Usually I avoid all school work like the plague. I'm such a terrible student. I love writing, I really do. But the moment I have to do it for work it's like: RAWR I hate you now writing!
I'll never be a professional writer at this rate with that sort of attitude. I think I'll read some books. my first burst of inspiration came from re-reading one of my favorite manga's. It gave me the buzz. So if I read some books, and get a full buzz then it should be okay. I think I have a few books I need to catch up on anyway.
I need to run off this inspiration before it dies. But I'm conflicted. I should probably use it to go over my old pieces and arrange them properly. Le sigh.
I don't know.... I always get like this. At least I'm thinking about it. Which is a general improvement. Usually I avoid all school work like the plague. I'm such a terrible student. I love writing, I really do. But the moment I have to do it for work it's like: RAWR I hate you now writing!
I'll never be a professional writer at this rate with that sort of attitude. I think I'll read some books. my first burst of inspiration came from re-reading one of my favorite manga's. It gave me the buzz. So if I read some books, and get a full buzz then it should be okay. I think I have a few books I need to catch up on anyway.
Friday 17 December 2010
Olympic prices
Someone organising the prices for the Olympics sure has a sense of humour. Lowest price for the opening ceremony: £20.12
Oh I see what you did there! Hahahahahaha. I'm sure there is someone rolling off their seats with laughter every time they see that. Grow up, people could be spending that extra 12p on something amazing! like 12 1p sweets!
Oh and for those who wish to know the prices but don't know where to find them, here is a link. Please note that it's only the opening and closing ceremony which has this bizarre price of £20.12. *snerk* okay I must be really immature, because I still find it kind of funny. hehe.
Oh I see what you did there! Hahahahahaha. I'm sure there is someone rolling off their seats with laughter every time they see that. Grow up, people could be spending that extra 12p on something amazing! like 12 1p sweets!
Oh and for those who wish to know the prices but don't know where to find them, here is a link. Please note that it's only the opening and closing ceremony which has this bizarre price of £20.12. *snerk* okay I must be really immature, because I still find it kind of funny. hehe.
Wednesday 15 December 2010
Golden sun: Dark dawn, A first impression
I admit I haven't completed the first two golden sun games. In fact, I never really got far in the first golden sun, I played the second one. Which is by far one of my most favorite games, even if I didn't complete it. Golden sun was epic. It had a beautiful magic system, a simple battle system. A giant map, complicated dungeons and puzzles. The world seemed vast, and it was a game you could always play and find new things you didn't spot the first time around as you unlocked new abilities.
So now a sequel has come out, and I of course grabbed it up in my grabby hands. I haven't gotten far, only to the first proper dungeon. So I thought I'd give a first impressions on the game. This opinion may change as I get further into the game, but we will see.
First of, the first damning thing about the game is the plot. It's really bad that they had to force a quest on us. Yes force. Remember in the original golden sun the stupid magical maguffin gets stolen and it's your job to find who did it and stop alchemy being let lose upon the world as we know it? Or in the second game, where you are thrown off a lighthouse but you still preserver to light up all the other light houses because the world is rotting? Well guess what you get to do in this golden sun as your epic quest of all time! Get a Roc feather because your retarded friend broke the flier which he knew you needed to go visit the mystical shrine to see why the magic vortex's were appearing and the world was changing still from the events of the first two games. Yeah, sounds pretty epic doesn't it? No, it sounds very very forced. this is not how to begin a story! While yes I can see there is going to be a build up to making the world better and stopping the vortex's and what have you. It's pretty lame to have us going roc feather hunting. there's no urgency, no epicness. No real duty, except to the characters parents. and while I want to appreciate that it's trying to perhaps be subtle, going slow and then pounce us, it is still a lame reason to get the characters out there. They could have at least broken the flier in a more inventive way other than Mathews BFF is a complete immature dick.
then there is the difficulty. While I can't really comment that much because I've only gotten to the first dungeon, the first thing that caught my eye while playing this is the game presumes its players are a little bit thick. For example, I go into a room and unlock the grapple ability. The room changes so you have to swing across to get a key stone to open the gate at the bottom. The moment you pick up that key, it pans down to look at the gate as if to say "Durrrr! Here is where the key goes you idiot, it's not like you couldn't of just walked down there yourself and figured it out." and I wouldn't mind if this wasn't the only time. there are puzzels, and not all of them are easy. But it's really irritating when you get something like that and the game feels the need to tell you the answer, even when it's obvious. Maybe it'll get harder and I'm just nit picking. There is one puzzel I haven't meant to done where a Djinn is up on a place I can't get to, but I can only presume I will get an ability later which allows me to get up there. the previous golden sun's did that. Torment you with sights of a Djinn which you couldn't get until later on in the game. but it didn't matter because you were likely to go back to the same spot later anyway.
*sigh* and the dialogue is a bit... bad too. maybe it's just beginning dialogue which is a bit expositiony, even though it doesn't need to be because you can click on certain keywords and the game will tell you the history and such. it even has an assault course where it tells you the entire back story of the last two games which was fun. So I don't see why it had to be so obvious with it. telling you stuff you already knew.
but this is just the start of the game. I suspect it may get better after it has stopped letting new players who don't know the joys of the previous two games get the hang of it.
So now a sequel has come out, and I of course grabbed it up in my grabby hands. I haven't gotten far, only to the first proper dungeon. So I thought I'd give a first impressions on the game. This opinion may change as I get further into the game, but we will see.
First of, the first damning thing about the game is the plot. It's really bad that they had to force a quest on us. Yes force. Remember in the original golden sun the stupid magical maguffin gets stolen and it's your job to find who did it and stop alchemy being let lose upon the world as we know it? Or in the second game, where you are thrown off a lighthouse but you still preserver to light up all the other light houses because the world is rotting? Well guess what you get to do in this golden sun as your epic quest of all time! Get a Roc feather because your retarded friend broke the flier which he knew you needed to go visit the mystical shrine to see why the magic vortex's were appearing and the world was changing still from the events of the first two games. Yeah, sounds pretty epic doesn't it? No, it sounds very very forced. this is not how to begin a story! While yes I can see there is going to be a build up to making the world better and stopping the vortex's and what have you. It's pretty lame to have us going roc feather hunting. there's no urgency, no epicness. No real duty, except to the characters parents. and while I want to appreciate that it's trying to perhaps be subtle, going slow and then pounce us, it is still a lame reason to get the characters out there. They could have at least broken the flier in a more inventive way other than Mathews BFF is a complete immature dick.
then there is the difficulty. While I can't really comment that much because I've only gotten to the first dungeon, the first thing that caught my eye while playing this is the game presumes its players are a little bit thick. For example, I go into a room and unlock the grapple ability. The room changes so you have to swing across to get a key stone to open the gate at the bottom. The moment you pick up that key, it pans down to look at the gate as if to say "Durrrr! Here is where the key goes you idiot, it's not like you couldn't of just walked down there yourself and figured it out." and I wouldn't mind if this wasn't the only time. there are puzzels, and not all of them are easy. But it's really irritating when you get something like that and the game feels the need to tell you the answer, even when it's obvious. Maybe it'll get harder and I'm just nit picking. There is one puzzel I haven't meant to done where a Djinn is up on a place I can't get to, but I can only presume I will get an ability later which allows me to get up there. the previous golden sun's did that. Torment you with sights of a Djinn which you couldn't get until later on in the game. but it didn't matter because you were likely to go back to the same spot later anyway.
*sigh* and the dialogue is a bit... bad too. maybe it's just beginning dialogue which is a bit expositiony, even though it doesn't need to be because you can click on certain keywords and the game will tell you the history and such. it even has an assault course where it tells you the entire back story of the last two games which was fun. So I don't see why it had to be so obvious with it. telling you stuff you already knew.
but this is just the start of the game. I suspect it may get better after it has stopped letting new players who don't know the joys of the previous two games get the hang of it.
Sunday 5 December 2010
Language, you art thy enemy
You know as an English student you'd think the one thing I'd be able to get right is my own language. Apparently not. As a dyslexic I know I do struggle when it comes to spelling and grammar. Mainly because I was taught neither. When you're dyslexic they mainly focus on reading when you go to special needs classes. So I spent my English lessons learning how to read difficult words. But not how to spell them, and grammar... well the other students could have been taught that for all I know, but for me it was never covered.
This doesn't bother me personally. I know if I write something outside a word document I will spell things how they sound, because that is how they teach you to spell in special needs classes, well because they teach you to read by sounding out the difficult words. So spelling is basically the same principle, master one, master the other. Or I suppose that was the idea. I was never tested on the words themselves, I just spelt them how they sounded in my head.
Grammar, well that is all self taught from reading books and having people badger on at me about the importance of commas. I still have not mastered the use of commas. I just throw them in when I think there is a need for a pause. I write how I would speak it. Or speak it in my head, as that is just how I write. So I guess my use of grammar is clumsy and unnatural. But to me it seems natural even if it is used wrong. I guess I just don't understand it. Which is fair enough, because I was never taught it properly. But as things go considering how I am mostly self taught spelling and grammar wise I am really not that bad.
Which is why it pisses me off when my flat mate berates me because I apparently don't use language properly according to him. Now I can put up with being insulted online because my spelling or grammar is terrible. I've taken the abuse, and I've approved because of it. But it just pisses me off when my flat mate gets all irate because I like to use 'pants' instead of 'trousers'. Just because it's an American slang. So what? What is wrong with using pants instead of trousers? trousers is such a clumsy word. Trow-zers. It doesn't flow off the tongue, where Pants... it's just well... pants! And being a dyslexic I'm more likely to replace one with the other because in my head I know what both mean. but he's like "Pants are underwear" But really who uses Pants to describe underwear anymore? I don't call my knickers pants. Because they're knickers. I don't call things pants, because they're thongs! I don't call boxers pants, because they're boxers! I don't call briefs pants because they're briefs! And if I want to refer to all as a whole I'll call them underwear, because they are underwear! But trousers, it's a clumsy word, and pants is just a much easier substitute, definitely if you're thinking of a certain type of trousers. I'd think tight fitting jeans were more pants than trousers, because they're tight. It just fits the word. where smart black trousers for work would be trousers, because they're formal! It just fits. I don't want to use such a formal word for such an informal thing! Definitely when pants just rolls off the tongue so much easier than trousers!
But no, that's not what pissed me off the most about his anti-Americanism. Yesterday I apparently said Glacier wrong. apparently I said it the 'American way', which is wrong! I said it as Gla-ci-er. Which as a Dyslexic is how I READ IT! h
How can pronouncing something a certain way be wrong? Definitely if you've been taught to read things like that, because you have learning disabilities. It just makes me angry and frustrated. I can put up with his whole anti-pant's thing, even if it is logically stupid. But how can I pronounce a word incorrectly, how is pronouncing it like that American? with the wide range of dialects in the UK and America I would imagine each one pronounces the word differently. It's just... bigoted to class a certain way of pronouncing a word as American because his heard Americans say it that way. I'd like to see him storm up to Yorkshire and yell at them for speaking in the wrong dialect. I just don't get how one can pronounce a word wrong! For all he knows everyone in Kent says it Gla-ci-er instead of gla-cier. but that doesn't matter, because that's how Americans speak. and they apparently speak wrong. That is just stupid!
He almost argued with me the other day about how it is wrong to measure snow in inches. But everyone measures snow in inches! I don';t care if the UK is meant to use the imperial system! EVERYONE DOES IT!
Urgh, I don't get how people can be like this. It upsets me. As both an English student and a dyslexic.
This doesn't bother me personally. I know if I write something outside a word document I will spell things how they sound, because that is how they teach you to spell in special needs classes, well because they teach you to read by sounding out the difficult words. So spelling is basically the same principle, master one, master the other. Or I suppose that was the idea. I was never tested on the words themselves, I just spelt them how they sounded in my head.
Grammar, well that is all self taught from reading books and having people badger on at me about the importance of commas. I still have not mastered the use of commas. I just throw them in when I think there is a need for a pause. I write how I would speak it. Or speak it in my head, as that is just how I write. So I guess my use of grammar is clumsy and unnatural. But to me it seems natural even if it is used wrong. I guess I just don't understand it. Which is fair enough, because I was never taught it properly. But as things go considering how I am mostly self taught spelling and grammar wise I am really not that bad.
Which is why it pisses me off when my flat mate berates me because I apparently don't use language properly according to him. Now I can put up with being insulted online because my spelling or grammar is terrible. I've taken the abuse, and I've approved because of it. But it just pisses me off when my flat mate gets all irate because I like to use 'pants' instead of 'trousers'. Just because it's an American slang. So what? What is wrong with using pants instead of trousers? trousers is such a clumsy word. Trow-zers. It doesn't flow off the tongue, where Pants... it's just well... pants! And being a dyslexic I'm more likely to replace one with the other because in my head I know what both mean. but he's like "Pants are underwear" But really who uses Pants to describe underwear anymore? I don't call my knickers pants. Because they're knickers. I don't call things pants, because they're thongs! I don't call boxers pants, because they're boxers! I don't call briefs pants because they're briefs! And if I want to refer to all as a whole I'll call them underwear, because they are underwear! But trousers, it's a clumsy word, and pants is just a much easier substitute, definitely if you're thinking of a certain type of trousers. I'd think tight fitting jeans were more pants than trousers, because they're tight. It just fits the word. where smart black trousers for work would be trousers, because they're formal! It just fits. I don't want to use such a formal word for such an informal thing! Definitely when pants just rolls off the tongue so much easier than trousers!
But no, that's not what pissed me off the most about his anti-Americanism. Yesterday I apparently said Glacier wrong. apparently I said it the 'American way', which is wrong! I said it as Gla-ci-er. Which as a Dyslexic is how I READ IT! h
How can pronouncing something a certain way be wrong? Definitely if you've been taught to read things like that, because you have learning disabilities. It just makes me angry and frustrated. I can put up with his whole anti-pant's thing, even if it is logically stupid. But how can I pronounce a word incorrectly, how is pronouncing it like that American? with the wide range of dialects in the UK and America I would imagine each one pronounces the word differently. It's just... bigoted to class a certain way of pronouncing a word as American because his heard Americans say it that way. I'd like to see him storm up to Yorkshire and yell at them for speaking in the wrong dialect. I just don't get how one can pronounce a word wrong! For all he knows everyone in Kent says it Gla-ci-er instead of gla-cier. but that doesn't matter, because that's how Americans speak. and they apparently speak wrong. That is just stupid!
He almost argued with me the other day about how it is wrong to measure snow in inches. But everyone measures snow in inches! I don';t care if the UK is meant to use the imperial system! EVERYONE DOES IT!
Urgh, I don't get how people can be like this. It upsets me. As both an English student and a dyslexic.
Wednesday 1 December 2010
I've decided I hate snow
I seem to hate allot of things don't I? I'm not a generally hateful person. I remember back during secondary school when I hated allot of things. Mostly stupid people on the Internet. Or bully's at schools, and sometimes my friends. But I never hated snow.
Snow was this rare thing which we rarely ever got. Maybe one year we'd have a soft sprinkling on the grass for a day and then it was gone. very rarely was there snow that you could properly throw around. So when it did come it was a blessing. You could run outside in it, roll it up, throw it around, make small snowmen. Every winter we'd beg for snow so we wouldn't have to go to school. Except our school was the kind which was always open when it snowed. No matter how heavy the snow was or how few people turned up, it was always opened, and you were expected to turn up. I remember when it got reasonably 'heavy' that the playground was covered in whiteness, and the headmaster was out in it with a shovel and some salt determinedly trying to destroy it. Hilariously the next day his salty slush had iced over and we couldn't get in because it was a safety hazard.
But now we seem to get heavy snow every year, and each year it getting worse. I can't help but find this strange. how did we go from no snow to 'it snows every winter'? What happened to our depressingly gray mild winters? Sure they were joyless and snowless but they seem to have been replaced with whiteness. I wonder if we'll ever have another grey winter at this rate.
Not that I wouldn't usually mind snow. But people treat it like it's the end of the world. Getting hysterical. Just prepare better. buy thicker tred tires, stock up on grit. This must be the third winter in a row that we've had snow, it's sort of time to just deal with it people and get on with your lives. I swear its the public response that just ruins snow for everyone. I remember when snow meant Christmas was coming and you could get all excited because school would soon end and you could play in it. Not that that stopped me early this year when we made a sled and enthusiastically sledded down our hill. It's sad to think that the first time I ever sledded was when I was 20. But it was a fun family activity where we all stood out in the snow and laughed. Yet people are always insisting to ruin it.
It makes me wish we lived in a more practical country. Don't whine about snow, just deal with it! It is not the end of the world! Other countries seem to manage fine, it's only us who get hysterical about something which has been a seasonable norm for a few years now! Maybe it should snow like this every year. Instead of going back to the boring gray routine it had before. At least then we might expect it and work better on dealing with it, and stop letting snow ruin our lives by stopping the country still!
If we embraced this then people like me wouldn't have to fall ass over tit on ungritted well used paths because people were too unprepared for what everyone knew was going to happen again this year!
Snow was this rare thing which we rarely ever got. Maybe one year we'd have a soft sprinkling on the grass for a day and then it was gone. very rarely was there snow that you could properly throw around. So when it did come it was a blessing. You could run outside in it, roll it up, throw it around, make small snowmen. Every winter we'd beg for snow so we wouldn't have to go to school. Except our school was the kind which was always open when it snowed. No matter how heavy the snow was or how few people turned up, it was always opened, and you were expected to turn up. I remember when it got reasonably 'heavy' that the playground was covered in whiteness, and the headmaster was out in it with a shovel and some salt determinedly trying to destroy it. Hilariously the next day his salty slush had iced over and we couldn't get in because it was a safety hazard.
But now we seem to get heavy snow every year, and each year it getting worse. I can't help but find this strange. how did we go from no snow to 'it snows every winter'? What happened to our depressingly gray mild winters? Sure they were joyless and snowless but they seem to have been replaced with whiteness. I wonder if we'll ever have another grey winter at this rate.
Not that I wouldn't usually mind snow. But people treat it like it's the end of the world. Getting hysterical. Just prepare better. buy thicker tred tires, stock up on grit. This must be the third winter in a row that we've had snow, it's sort of time to just deal with it people and get on with your lives. I swear its the public response that just ruins snow for everyone. I remember when snow meant Christmas was coming and you could get all excited because school would soon end and you could play in it. Not that that stopped me early this year when we made a sled and enthusiastically sledded down our hill. It's sad to think that the first time I ever sledded was when I was 20. But it was a fun family activity where we all stood out in the snow and laughed. Yet people are always insisting to ruin it.
It makes me wish we lived in a more practical country. Don't whine about snow, just deal with it! It is not the end of the world! Other countries seem to manage fine, it's only us who get hysterical about something which has been a seasonable norm for a few years now! Maybe it should snow like this every year. Instead of going back to the boring gray routine it had before. At least then we might expect it and work better on dealing with it, and stop letting snow ruin our lives by stopping the country still!
If we embraced this then people like me wouldn't have to fall ass over tit on ungritted well used paths because people were too unprepared for what everyone knew was going to happen again this year!
Saturday 13 November 2010
Artist Block.
I've been suffering from artist block lately. which sucks. seeing I usually love to draw. It's a passion. Drawing is one of my most favorite things to do besides writing. I love them both so much that I adore doing them together. But lately I haven't wanted to draw, like, at all.
I think I spent allot less money on things when I drew. I really need to start doing it again. but then again when you start pounding out comic pages day after day, week after week. It just drains your enthusiasm until your an empty shell. Though I've reason to believe my artist block may have stemmed from my want to deliver the finale to my current chapter properly.
Or maybe it's because my comic offers me no surprises anymore. I could tell you where the story is going to go down to the last detail after wrenching it all from its carefully stored place in my mind.
but then again, I think I delivered more comic pages when I was actually RP'ing the characters every single day... so maybe that is it... maybe the lack of having Felix, Deme and chalice on my mind EVERY SINGLE DAY, is what has caused this all. Maybe I need to start RP'ing it again... this calls for an experiment!!!!
I think I spent allot less money on things when I drew. I really need to start doing it again. but then again when you start pounding out comic pages day after day, week after week. It just drains your enthusiasm until your an empty shell. Though I've reason to believe my artist block may have stemmed from my want to deliver the finale to my current chapter properly.
Or maybe it's because my comic offers me no surprises anymore. I could tell you where the story is going to go down to the last detail after wrenching it all from its carefully stored place in my mind.
but then again, I think I delivered more comic pages when I was actually RP'ing the characters every single day... so maybe that is it... maybe the lack of having Felix, Deme and chalice on my mind EVERY SINGLE DAY, is what has caused this all. Maybe I need to start RP'ing it again... this calls for an experiment!!!!
Friday 29 October 2010
I've decided I hate trains
Trains have joined my list of things to hate. I have spent the last fifteen odd hours either on, or waiting for a train. It didn't help that someone had decided to jump on the line further up the track so my train was delayed by half an hour. And it was freezing.
Now I usually like trains. I have no issue with them. they're usually on time, they stop, they take on and off passengers and they go. they're wonderfully efficient. But in that half hour extra wait I decided I would now hate them.
It perhaps did not help that I was tired from a restless night, and this particular train was a sleeper. I was expecting perhaps little beds or something, not some uncomfortable chairs. I think I got some but little sleep. The noises of the train juddering snapped me awake on occasion. I dislike it when things sound unsafe. and trains do sound unsafe. Perhaps I don't generally notice it when I'm awake and happily playing away on my gameboy or laptop. but today I did. and it made me feel like the train would fall apart any second! It was very nerve wrecking!
But I survived thankfully. And now I will have to live with a day of running around trying to be active and enthusiastic. and I'm far too tired. I blame the train. because if it hadn't had the air conditioning on I'm sure i would have slept much better. and now I just feel terrible.
So yes, I hate trains.
Now I usually like trains. I have no issue with them. they're usually on time, they stop, they take on and off passengers and they go. they're wonderfully efficient. But in that half hour extra wait I decided I would now hate them.
It perhaps did not help that I was tired from a restless night, and this particular train was a sleeper. I was expecting perhaps little beds or something, not some uncomfortable chairs. I think I got some but little sleep. The noises of the train juddering snapped me awake on occasion. I dislike it when things sound unsafe. and trains do sound unsafe. Perhaps I don't generally notice it when I'm awake and happily playing away on my gameboy or laptop. but today I did. and it made me feel like the train would fall apart any second! It was very nerve wrecking!
But I survived thankfully. And now I will have to live with a day of running around trying to be active and enthusiastic. and I'm far too tired. I blame the train. because if it hadn't had the air conditioning on I'm sure i would have slept much better. and now I just feel terrible.
So yes, I hate trains.
Wednesday 27 October 2010
Coffee is evil
I don't understand why people drink coffee. It makes my head fuzzy. And I can't sit still, and I most certainly can't concentrate on anything, let alone think. Yet an entire workforce uses it to keep themselves focused at work.
Now I presume coffee must have similar affects on everyone else. I can't be the only fuzzy brained twitchy individual after drinking it out there. Maybe I was just a born tea drinker. Though tea makes me equally twitchy and fuzz headed when I've drunk enough of it.....
Maybe the entire countries debt is because everyone drinks too much coffee and are thus too fuzzy headed to do actual work? They need to it function, yet to drink it it reduces their ability to function because they're fuzzy headed?
It can't just be me can it? I work better absolutely exhausted then I do pepped up on caffeine.
but if we'd never discovered coffee and tea we probably would be still hitting each others with swords rather than getting things done....
I don't know. Curse you evil coffee! You are dampening my writing ability!!!
Now I presume coffee must have similar affects on everyone else. I can't be the only fuzzy brained twitchy individual after drinking it out there. Maybe I was just a born tea drinker. Though tea makes me equally twitchy and fuzz headed when I've drunk enough of it.....
Maybe the entire countries debt is because everyone drinks too much coffee and are thus too fuzzy headed to do actual work? They need to it function, yet to drink it it reduces their ability to function because they're fuzzy headed?
It can't just be me can it? I work better absolutely exhausted then I do pepped up on caffeine.
but if we'd never discovered coffee and tea we probably would be still hitting each others with swords rather than getting things done....
I don't know. Curse you evil coffee! You are dampening my writing ability!!!
Tuesday 19 October 2010
Univercity makes you Stupid
University makes you stupid.
Or rather, university makes you realise how stupid you are.
I never thought myself stupid before I went to university. Lazy, yes. Stupid, no.
See what university does is show you how little you have learned in the 13 years you studied in school. University makes you realise you don't know a thing.
Soon you realise the national curriculum is a sham. Teachers are lazy and you, yes you, are an idiot.
There is so much schools of today do not teach us. My school never covered American history. I learned more off horrible histories on T.V than I did at school about the empire. All things I was made to learn at university.
You go and you realise how many gaps are in your mind. and you try to absorb it, and you realise you just can't, because you are stupid, and university is for smart people. So you rush papers, you spend every night in the library trying to force yourself to become smart. But you'll never be smart enough for university. You'll never understand the theory, no matter how much of the source material you read. It's just old men who are dead, trying to phrase things in the most difficult manner ever. Because they wanted smart people, like them, to understand it, not stupid people like you and me.
In the end you expire in your own stupidty. Miserable because you can never get good grade, you scrape through with a pass with every essay. Even if you spent weeks on it. They tell you that you lack contextual understanding. And you do. Because you are stupid, and now you realise you are stupid.
You drop out and decide to work for McDonald's, because that is where stupid people belong, serving other stupid people slabs of meat which has been squeezed out by the marketing division of the company, designed specifically for the satisfaction of the consumer. Even though in reality you know it incorporates everything the consumer does not want in one big fat unhealthy slab of overly produced meat.
And then it'll hit you. you are not stupid. You are smarter than the pod people who come up to your till, content with their dull grey lives.
You'll go back to university, and you'll do your work. and you'll be content with those lower marks, because you may be an average but you are at least not stupid.
And then you'll get your degree, and discover the only work you can get is at McDonald's, because you are either over qualified or you didn't go to a pretencions enough university. And then you will realise the world is stupid.
Please note, I never dropped out of university, though this is somewhat based on someone I know.
Or rather, university makes you realise how stupid you are.
I never thought myself stupid before I went to university. Lazy, yes. Stupid, no.
See what university does is show you how little you have learned in the 13 years you studied in school. University makes you realise you don't know a thing.
Soon you realise the national curriculum is a sham. Teachers are lazy and you, yes you, are an idiot.
There is so much schools of today do not teach us. My school never covered American history. I learned more off horrible histories on T.V than I did at school about the empire. All things I was made to learn at university.
You go and you realise how many gaps are in your mind. and you try to absorb it, and you realise you just can't, because you are stupid, and university is for smart people. So you rush papers, you spend every night in the library trying to force yourself to become smart. But you'll never be smart enough for university. You'll never understand the theory, no matter how much of the source material you read. It's just old men who are dead, trying to phrase things in the most difficult manner ever. Because they wanted smart people, like them, to understand it, not stupid people like you and me.
In the end you expire in your own stupidty. Miserable because you can never get good grade, you scrape through with a pass with every essay. Even if you spent weeks on it. They tell you that you lack contextual understanding. And you do. Because you are stupid, and now you realise you are stupid.
You drop out and decide to work for McDonald's, because that is where stupid people belong, serving other stupid people slabs of meat which has been squeezed out by the marketing division of the company, designed specifically for the satisfaction of the consumer. Even though in reality you know it incorporates everything the consumer does not want in one big fat unhealthy slab of overly produced meat.
And then it'll hit you. you are not stupid. You are smarter than the pod people who come up to your till, content with their dull grey lives.
You'll go back to university, and you'll do your work. and you'll be content with those lower marks, because you may be an average but you are at least not stupid.
And then you'll get your degree, and discover the only work you can get is at McDonald's, because you are either over qualified or you didn't go to a pretencions enough university. And then you will realise the world is stupid.
Please note, I never dropped out of university, though this is somewhat based on someone I know.
Sunday 17 October 2010
So I came up with something
I finally came up with a good title for this thing, amazingly while trying to think of something to write for class instead. We're meant to be writing this memoir of sorts. I dislike writing about myself, I'm a boring person, and I know I'll just be unable to fixate on one subject. Which made me think of Proust, and a sadistic part of me was tempted to think:
"Yeeeees, let us write it like Proust, we can pretend we're being clever." [/end smeagol voice]
And of course thinking about Proust did make me consider the merits of writing in tangent's, something I'm good at because of the way my mind works. It's very good at linking things which normally should have no connection, what-so-ever, together. I think it makes me a better story writer.
See I'm already going off on a tangent.
Now where was I? Ah yes, Proust=Tangents= "Ooooh, 'Off on a Tangent' would be good title for blog!"
Tada!
Now I only have to think of a good subject for my memoir. I'm not worried though. I always think of something.
"Yeeeees, let us write it like Proust, we can pretend we're being clever." [/end smeagol voice]
And of course thinking about Proust did make me consider the merits of writing in tangent's, something I'm good at because of the way my mind works. It's very good at linking things which normally should have no connection, what-so-ever, together. I think it makes me a better story writer.
See I'm already going off on a tangent.
Now where was I? Ah yes, Proust=Tangents= "Ooooh, 'Off on a Tangent' would be good title for blog!"
Tada!
Now I only have to think of a good subject for my memoir. I'm not worried though. I always think of something.
Thursday 14 October 2010
Title's were never my strong point.
Titles
They are important. They let the reader know in a few simple words what it is which they are reading. I'm sure you all know the saying "don't judge a book by its cover" well allot of people don't, but they do judge by the title. You can tell allot about a thing just by its title (or name.)
For example:
Lord of the Rings = There is some established nobility, who clearly hordes rings.
Final Fantasy = This is the final fantasy game we're making ever, please ignore the following numbers.
Twilight = The time of day in which both light and dark are equal.
Harry Potter and the Philosophers stone = Young middle classed child playing with science equipment in the pursuit of alchemy.
The Princess Bride = .... don't you mean 'The Prince's Bride'?
Though silly antics aside, we do judge by titles. If something takes our fancy we are more likely to read it.
So understandably I didn't know what I wanted to call this blog. What do you call a blog you want to stand out? A title which will both amuse, but make people want to read? I don't know. I'm not one for hanging out on blogging societies. I don't know what people want to read. But I shall write, and maybe someone will want to read it.
I went for the obvious [Insert Witty Title Here] because it's a lame forum joke. And though I do not yet understand the appeal of blogging, I do get foruming. I'm sure someone out there will snerk at the familiarity of the forum joke. That or think I'm incredibly immature.
In any case it'll do until I can think of something that is actually witty. Or in the very least, interesting.
They are important. They let the reader know in a few simple words what it is which they are reading. I'm sure you all know the saying "don't judge a book by its cover" well allot of people don't, but they do judge by the title. You can tell allot about a thing just by its title (or name.)
For example:
Lord of the Rings = There is some established nobility, who clearly hordes rings.
Final Fantasy = This is the final fantasy game we're making ever, please ignore the following numbers.
Twilight = The time of day in which both light and dark are equal.
Harry Potter and the Philosophers stone = Young middle classed child playing with science equipment in the pursuit of alchemy.
The Princess Bride = .... don't you mean 'The Prince's Bride'?
Though silly antics aside, we do judge by titles. If something takes our fancy we are more likely to read it.
So understandably I didn't know what I wanted to call this blog. What do you call a blog you want to stand out? A title which will both amuse, but make people want to read? I don't know. I'm not one for hanging out on blogging societies. I don't know what people want to read. But I shall write, and maybe someone will want to read it.
I went for the obvious [Insert Witty Title Here] because it's a lame forum joke. And though I do not yet understand the appeal of blogging, I do get foruming. I'm sure someone out there will snerk at the familiarity of the forum joke. That or think I'm incredibly immature.
In any case it'll do until I can think of something that is actually witty. Or in the very least, interesting.
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