Well, it's a new layout. And a new background. Born totally out of extreme boredom and frustration.
Self-censorship is a must in this case. Perhaps it's not such a good idea to be blogging your feelings out at 2 am anyway.
But let's just go this far: There are things in life that annoy us, and most of the time we can either do something about it, or just let it go.
Those aren't the things keeping me awake.
Oh and just so you know, the layout looks best with IE. That's what the majority of you guys would be using anyway. Myself, I use Firefox, but that's neither here nor there.
Oh you can just tell that I'm depressed, can't you?
Monday, January 31, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
CUT AND PASTE GENERATION
Found this link on a late night search for internet horror. No.. not porn. Horror. Really.
I'm a cynic, but this story, far-fetched as it is, managed to somehow unsettle me. We already live in an age where information is sensationalised, where things are perhaps spun out of all proportions, without respect to those actually affected, just for ratings.
Case in point? The tsunami disasters. I'm not saying that the victims didn't suffer THAT much, that we're just making a big fuss over nothing. No. That's not it. They have suffered beyond my my wildest imagination, and my imagination is a bucking bronco. To have lost loved ones, no, to have WATCHED them swept away to certain death is something I pray I shall never ever have to experience.
What I'm talking about is the news coverage by CNN, BBC and Sky among others. Yes, these people are suffering, we know that, we should do something about it, give money, give energy, give your special skills as a doctor, engineer, whatever you can do. Or at the very least, pray that their sufferings are alleviated. What you DON'T do is to spin the whole thing around just so you could get better ratings, showing the same images of death and destruction every five seconds just because, let's face it, death and destruction sells. What you don't do is to have a small clip showing an on-site reporter perusing through a collection of wet blackboard chalk drying in the front yard of a Sri Lankan school, telling the sad story of destitution, and THEN, just before the clip cuts back to the studio with the newscaster looking terribly concerned about the whole thing, the bloody reporter proceeds to throw the chalk dismissively back on to the drying mound.
Do we really care? Or is it just something we produce because that's what the world wants to see?
If the answer to the latter is yes, are we then really much better off than the cut-and-paste generation in the Flash movie above? Is it better to have sub-human beings also known as tv ratings executives deciding what should be told to the masses, or to have an automated machine deciding so, based on our spending patterns and our demographics? Yes, we may end up being so narrow-minded that we can't distinguish the woods from the tree, but aren't we like that already?
"mankind is governed by pain and pleasure". Unfortunately, I tend to agree with Mr. Bentham on that.
I'm a cynic, but this story, far-fetched as it is, managed to somehow unsettle me. We already live in an age where information is sensationalised, where things are perhaps spun out of all proportions, without respect to those actually affected, just for ratings.
Case in point? The tsunami disasters. I'm not saying that the victims didn't suffer THAT much, that we're just making a big fuss over nothing. No. That's not it. They have suffered beyond my my wildest imagination, and my imagination is a bucking bronco. To have lost loved ones, no, to have WATCHED them swept away to certain death is something I pray I shall never ever have to experience.
What I'm talking about is the news coverage by CNN, BBC and Sky among others. Yes, these people are suffering, we know that, we should do something about it, give money, give energy, give your special skills as a doctor, engineer, whatever you can do. Or at the very least, pray that their sufferings are alleviated. What you DON'T do is to spin the whole thing around just so you could get better ratings, showing the same images of death and destruction every five seconds just because, let's face it, death and destruction sells. What you don't do is to have a small clip showing an on-site reporter perusing through a collection of wet blackboard chalk drying in the front yard of a Sri Lankan school, telling the sad story of destitution, and THEN, just before the clip cuts back to the studio with the newscaster looking terribly concerned about the whole thing, the bloody reporter proceeds to throw the chalk dismissively back on to the drying mound.
Do we really care? Or is it just something we produce because that's what the world wants to see?
If the answer to the latter is yes, are we then really much better off than the cut-and-paste generation in the Flash movie above? Is it better to have sub-human beings also known as tv ratings executives deciding what should be told to the masses, or to have an automated machine deciding so, based on our spending patterns and our demographics? Yes, we may end up being so narrow-minded that we can't distinguish the woods from the tree, but aren't we like that already?
"mankind is governed by pain and pleasure". Unfortunately, I tend to agree with Mr. Bentham on that.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
OH HAPPY DAY
Woke up this morning, the sky was blue, the sun was out, the birds were cheerfully chirping their lives away... oh and Man Utd won 1-0 away at Liverpool. What a feeling.
WE LOVE ROONEY, EVERTON'S A FOOL,
WE LOVE UNITED, BUT WE ALL HATE LIVERPOOL!
GO ON, THE RED DEVILS!!
GO HOME, YA SAD SCOUSE WANKERS!
Oh, and a special message for Morientes:
MORIEN-WHO???
YA SHOULD'VE JOINED A BIG CLUB, YA SPANISH SOD!
Okay. That's enough hooliganism to for a year or two.
WE LOVE ROONEY, EVERTON'S A FOOL,
WE LOVE UNITED, BUT WE ALL HATE LIVERPOOL!
GO ON, THE RED DEVILS!!
GO HOME, YA SAD SCOUSE WANKERS!
Oh, and a special message for Morientes:
MORIEN-WHO???
YA SHOULD'VE JOINED A BIG CLUB, YA SPANISH SOD!
Okay. That's enough hooliganism to for a year or two.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH ITS BEEPS
"Hey there sports fans! How's your day? Good? Excellent! Well, mine's so-so. My computer just tried to kill me with its beeps. But hey! It's all good!"
Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd see. Or type for that matter. However, my computer IS trying to kill me with its incessant "BEEP!... BEEP!... BEEP!". It started this morning when I woke up facing the dreaded blue screen of death and destruction, and now the frigging thing won't start, but it WILL beep me to death. Typical. I'm sure Bill Gates is just the devil trying to walk on Earth incognito. But I'm on to you, Billy-boy. I'm on to you. One day you'll be walking calmly down that Microsoft Way of yours and then BAM! All you'll see then through the shearing pain down your shattered pelvis is the back of my Porsche 911T cruising off into the sunset with what seems to be the broken remains of your glasses. And the prescriptions for those glasses. Hell, I might as well take your eyeballs for that matter.
Okay, enough with the casual swearing and the macabre dreams of revenge. What matters is that I managed to salvage my courseworks and dissertation stuff so I'm safe in that area. What pisses me off however, is that I think my mobo is fried, and that means I have to get a new mobo, and probably a new processor. But that means I might as well get a new PC. And that means more money. And you, dear fans, you of all people should know that there are only three things that are certain in life: death, taxes and my overwhelming lack of the moolah.
And you know what? At least I can try and cheat the first two.
Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd see. Or type for that matter. However, my computer IS trying to kill me with its incessant "BEEP!... BEEP!... BEEP!". It started this morning when I woke up facing the dreaded blue screen of death and destruction, and now the frigging thing won't start, but it WILL beep me to death. Typical. I'm sure Bill Gates is just the devil trying to walk on Earth incognito. But I'm on to you, Billy-boy. I'm on to you. One day you'll be walking calmly down that Microsoft Way of yours and then BAM! All you'll see then through the shearing pain down your shattered pelvis is the back of my Porsche 911T cruising off into the sunset with what seems to be the broken remains of your glasses. And the prescriptions for those glasses. Hell, I might as well take your eyeballs for that matter.
Okay, enough with the casual swearing and the macabre dreams of revenge. What matters is that I managed to salvage my courseworks and dissertation stuff so I'm safe in that area. What pisses me off however, is that I think my mobo is fried, and that means I have to get a new mobo, and probably a new processor. But that means I might as well get a new PC. And that means more money. And you, dear fans, you of all people should know that there are only three things that are certain in life: death, taxes and my overwhelming lack of the moolah.
And you know what? At least I can try and cheat the first two.
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