: Horn stab please
I have never seen a female bin-man.
I have never seen a female bin-man.
Current Mood:
thirsty
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11th May 2009
: Horn stab please
I have never seen a female bin-man. Current Mood:
5th April 200927th February 2009
: Smoking
Beh. I've not smoked a fag for two and a half weeks and fell off the wagon today. Bollocks :( Once again I've crushed out the final fag and cleared the house of smoking items. Time to start again. Or time to stop again. 7th January 2009
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I really wish that someone would give me the correct pronunciation of the word 'panegyrist' it's driving mad not knowing. I feel like the guy I worked with a few years ago who thought paradigm was pronounced like pa-ra-dij-um. He continued to make the same mistake for 2 years and I never had the heart to tell him.
4th September 2008
: Nearly that time again
The mushroom speaks, and our opinions rest upon what it tells eloquently of itself in the cool night of the mind: "I am old, older than thought in your species, which is itself fifty times older than your history. Though I have been on earth for ages I am from the stars. My home is no one planet, for many worlds scattered through the shining disc of the galaxy have conditions which allow my spores an opportunity for life. The mushroom which you see is the part of my body given to sex thrills and sun bathing, my true body is a fine network of fibers growing through the soil. These networks may cover acres and may have far more connections that the number in a human brain. My mycelial network is nearly immortal, only the sudden toxification of a planet or the explosion of its parent star can wipe me out. By means impossible to explain because of certain misconceptions in your model of reality all my mycelial networks in the galaxy are in hyperlight communication across space and time. The mycelial body is as fragile as a spider's web but the collective hypermind and memory is a vast historical archive of the career of evolving intelligence on many worlds in our spiral star swarm. Space, you see, is a vast ocean to those hardy life forms that have the ability to reproduce from spores, for spores are covered with the hardest organic substance known. Across the aeons of time and space drift many spore-forming life-forms in suspended animation for millions of years until contact is made with a suitable environment. Few such species are minded, only myself and my recently evolved near relatives have achieved the hyper-communication mode and memory capacity that makes us leading members in the community of galactic intelligence. How the hypercommunication mode operates is a secret which will not be lightly given to man. But the means should be obvious: it is the occurrence of psilocybin and psilocin in the biosynthetic pathways of my living body that opens for me and my symbiots the vision screens to many worlds. You as an individual and man as a species are on the brink of the formation of a symbiotic relationship with my genetic material that will eventually carry humanity and earth into the galactic mainstream of the higher civilizations. Since it is not easy for you to recognize other varieties of intelligence around you, your most advanced theories of politics and society have advanced only as far as the notion of collectivism. But beyond the cohesion of the members of a species into a single social organism there lie richer and even more baroque evolutionary possibilities. Symbiosis is one of these. Symbiosis is a relation of mutual dependence and positive benefits for both of the species involved. Symbiotic relationships between myself and civilized forms of higher animals have been established many times and in many places throughout the long ages of my development. These relationships have been mutually useful; within my memory is the knowledge of hyperlight drive ships and how to build them. I will trade this knowledge for a free ticket to new worlds around suns younger and more stable than your own. To secure an eternal existence down the long river of cosmic time I again and again offer this agreement to higher beings and thereby have spread throughout the galaxy over the long millennia. A mycelial network has no organs to move the world, no hands; but higher animals with manipulative abilities can become partners with the star knowledge within me and if they act in good faith, return both themselves and their humble mushroom teacher to the million worlds all citizens of our starswarm are heir to." 30th August 2008
: Child abuse
Allowing you child to go to a McDonalds 'party' is abuse of the worst kind. Makes me sad :( 26th August 2008
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[root@hydra ddate]# make config install clean
===> No options to configure You may define the following build options: US_FORMAT if you wish to use the US format for aneristic dates (m-d-y), as opposed to the Commonwealth format PRAISE_BOB if you wish ddate to contain SubGenius slogans KILL_BOB if you are ideologically, theologically or otherwise opposed to the Church of the SubGenius and do not wish your copy of ddate to contain code for counting down to X-Day OLD_FORMAT if you wish ddate to print the date in the same format as Druel's original ddate when called in immediate mode ===> Vulnerability check disabled, database not found ... [fritx@hydra ~]$ ddate Pungenday, Bureaucracy 19, 3174 YOLD 14th April 2008
: I wonder which I am
It sayeth on ED: Most, if not all, LJ users (also known as LiveJournalers and LJers) are sixteen year-old girls, bears, homosexuals, angst-ridden teens, sexual deviants, basement-dwelling nerds, cosplayers and attention-seeking societal degenerates. hmmm Current Mood: shit
Current Music: shit, bollocks
15th August 2007
: Ye friends of Greyface... Avaunt!
They have given us into the hands of new unhappy lords, Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords. They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes; They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies. And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs, Their doors are shut in the evening; and they know no songs. 27th July 20071st April 2007
: Brain lock
Working a bit on my little game engine today. Looking at linking the physics calcs to nodes in the scenegraph. Threw up something I found a bit odd... Time taken to implement linear interpolation of translations in 3-dimensional space : 10 minutes Time taken to implement spherical linear interpolation of orientations in 4-dimensional space : couple of hours (would have been less but I misunderstood the Quaternion class :)) Time taken to implement linear interpolation of parallel time deltas in 1-dimensional space : most of a weekend! I seem to have massive difficulty visualising 1-dimensional objects but no difficulty visualising objects in 4-D space. How odd. 28th November 2006
: Woa! what happened?
All the stuff to post has changed and it looks even worse than before. 7th September 2006
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I have just spent a very pleasant afternoon hunting for treasures in a field up in the Yorkshire Dales. Well it was mostly pleasant apart from the dog's misbehaving quite badly.
I checked the field thoroughly for sheep before I let him off the lead but I must have missed one. We'd been in the field for half an hour or so when the dog buggered off to terrorise the sheep and wouldn't come back. He had her cornered near a bit of chain link fence and didn't quite know what to do and so decided to bark madly and slaver. I half ran, half ambled over to the commotion. Seems the sheep was having the better of it, she was butting my dog and once again he was unsure about who was in charge of the situation. When I arrived on the scene, the sheepie threw a freaky and made a dive for the fence. After roundly berating the dog, I secured him to a nearby fence-post and went to release the sheep from the fence. She was upside down with her horn caught in the wire but otherwise unhurt. I untangled her but she wouldn't get up. At all. She just lay on the grass with her hooves in the air. I'd heard somewhere that it's extremely bad for sheep to be upside down for any period of time so I was a tad worried. So there was nothing for it but to grab the sheep and turn her the right way up. 'Twas a bit traumatic for me as I have an unreasonable fear of Tics (if they bite you, they're in there forever. You can't pull 'em out or they leave their head inside you etc. *shiver*). But probably less traumatic for me than the sheep. Once she was the right way up she seemed fine and trotted off like nothing had happened. Saw quite a few rabbits with Mixy too, which was quite upsetting. I remembered Spike Milligan's poem: A baby rabbit with eyes full of pus Is the work of scientific Us 19th July 2006
: Goodbye hair
Goodbye to my long hair :( This is the responsibility of the person who accused me of having a comb-over. That person will now have to eat their words (actually I was wondering myself). I thought about having it really short but then there'd be nothing to differentiate me from the Male Pattern Baldness brigade so I've gone for a tidy low maintenance haircut. Bit sad seeing my locks on John the Barber's floor after 10+ years together but it needed to be done. 8th July 200621st March 2006
: Out of space on /var on mongrel.fritx.net
Oh why didn't I make /var bigger. Unable to fix it and had to reboot so there goes 285 days of uptime :( 24th January 2006
: What a surprise awaut
Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz 4th December 20052nd December 2005
: Mario Kart DS
What excellent innit? here's me friend code: 201923 781772 shoggoth See you on the track :) 12th August 20054th July 2005
: Vince's meme
Here's the party shuffle on iTunes. The last 5 songs played are at the top. I am lazy :)
27th May 200522nd March 2005
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I did one of those quiz thins yay I am proper LJer. This one tells me what religion is right for me :lol:
Atheists are silly all that dogma just not to believe in anything. And why are Satanism and Christianity separate things?
Which religion is the right one for you? (new version) created with QuizFarm.com</table></table> 27th October 2004
: LJ is crap
Yes it's crap. I have only made 10 posts in over a year so maybe it's me that's crap. Current Mood: for calling stuff crap
Current Music: same old crap
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