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Wednesday, November 9th, 2005
6:54 am
Without emotion
Without fear
Without love
Without hate
My chest is just a clock ticking,

current mood: numb

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Monday, August 18th, 2003
2:32 pm

Circle I Limbo

90% of people
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

Religious zealots
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

Circle IV Rolling Weights

British politicians
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

The Pope
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle VII Burning Sands

The American government
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

George Bush
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

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Thursday, August 7th, 2003
1:24 am
(I'll LJ-cut most of this as I don't want to scare people off with the sheer spam-edness of this post)

Anyway, we're back. 2 days of travelling and we're finally home. First thing we did when we got here: switch the PCs back on. We're such a bunch of nerds. The flights were exercises in human endurance, but fortunately we didn't encounter too many "bumps".

Why Do People Hate America?Collapse )

ComputersCollapse )

Turbulence and flyingCollapse )

The WeddingCollapse )

current mood: tired

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Wednesday, July 9th, 2003
2:27 pm - Luck
Recently, I have been heavily exposed to a rather interesting thing called "superstition". There I am, sitting in the car, reading a book whilst the "girls" are with the dressmaker. I sit for quite a while. Why am I sitting there you may ask? Well, it's because it's "bad luck to see the dress before the wedding day". Similarly, I'm not allowed to see Penny before 3PM on Saturday. Why? Perfectly good reason: "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

So I analyze. Why is my future mother-in-law telling me this when she is Anglican? That is when my brain goes apeshit and I get carried away. "Hey, wait a minute, isn't luck inherently incompatible with Christianity anyway?", I ask myself. Here is the argument that I had with myself as I sat in the car. No, I had nothing better to do.

Assuming that my knowledge of the Christian faith is not totally flawed, there are two powers in this world capable of changing the future: the will of God (their caps, not mine) and the will of mankind (since God made man free, he is therefore capable of both evil and good). Right. So, what's this luck thing then? A third power? A selective, conscious randomness? Chaos with intelligence that decides to treat a person better because they did something good (threw salt over their shoulder) or bad (peeked at his girlfriend before the wedding)? Hogwash!!!

Wait a minute, I tell myself, so this Luck would be a contender and there would in fact be 3 powers at play in the universe. Haha! But the Christian faith tells us there is only good and evil, God and mankind, that can alter things. I grin.

On the other hand, pagan beliefs hold the notion of luck in extremely regard. Take the Norse faiths for instance. When you are born, you are alloted a certain amount of luck; when it runs out, you die, very much as if you got dropped into a desert with a bottle of water. It's clearly visible throughout the sagas. And it's not just the Norse faith, but numerous others.

This in turn leads me to believe that in fact all this superstition good/bad luck junk that gets thrown at me by a predominantly Christian authority group is essentially reminiscent of pagan times. Yet another point for pagans. I grin once more. Penny walks out of the door and I wonder what her dress looks like. I wonder if I could sneak a peak in when she's not looking. I ponder the state my genitals would be in after my attempt. I decide to stay in the car.

Yet another example of the female ego-inflation conspiracy, a.k.a. weddings!!! ;)

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Tuesday, June 3rd, 2003
6:01 pm
It's almost 6PM (Tuesday). We've got to be out of the house by 5AM tomorrow (Wednesday), and on a plane by noon (Wednesday). We'll be staying in Malaysia overnight (Thursday-Friday) and leaving for Brisbane the next evening (Friday). We should be arriving in Mackay, Queensland, on Saturday morning (9AM). Somehow I feel like I'm being ripped off. I'm sure I'm losing out on a day, somewhere.

Anyway, on this note, I am announcing my temporary leave of absence from all things Livejournalish, though I do hope I will be able to benefit from this individual's machine, seeing that he's my best man and such.

I am sick and tired of travelling. And it's not even started yet. On a positive note, my suitcase has never been so empty at the dawn of a transcontinental journey (We'll need the space for all the pasta dish sets and other useless wedding gifts we'll be receiving, I'm sure). ;)

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Saturday, May 31st, 2003
8:59 pm
Agent Elrond!!!

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Wednesday, May 28th, 2003
5:58 pm
I took my final exam (Written Norwegian) today. And, hopefully, did well. I also got my paper back (Beowulf, Volsunga Saga and the notion of Germanic heroism, being one of the primary pillars of reinforcement of Germanic heroic identity). I got a good 2.1 (would that be a low A in Aussie/US markings?)


Anyway, just thought I'd mention it as the next thing that happens to me academically is my graduation. And in September, I'm going down the postgrad' route. It's certainly taken me a while. :P

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Tuesday, May 13th, 2003
6:32 am
"In heaven, all the interesting people are missing."

"In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule."

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6:22 am
Good quote by Nietzsche: "Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent."

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Thursday, April 17th, 2003
2:28 pm
For all the HP Lovecraft fans out there, I know you'll love this. And here is an impressive array of his work in html and pdf format.

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Friday, April 11th, 2003
10:00 am
The principle duties attached to medieval kingship were:

1) to lead the people into battle,
2) to protect the Church and
3) to protect the people.

The more I think about it, the more I wonder if "Dubya" is indeed living in the right century. I think he's mastered his leadership skills, armement companies should be quite content with that. No need to prove his skills in war, he's certainly up there on the warmongering charts. And he's also really good at protecting the Church, or in this case his set of *cough*moral*cough* values. What I do question is his ability to protect his people. It seems to me like he's actually putting them into more danger than ever before by creating enemies throughout the world.

Well, I guess 2 out of 3 wouldn't be that bad. Who cares about the people anyway?

At least he's not bordering on "divine kingship", that would be terrible. He'd start describing everything that opposes him as "evil", "immoral" and "satanic"... hmmm, wait, that's already the case. Awww, shucks George!

current mood: contemplative

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Thursday, April 10th, 2003
12:11 am
Thanks Mizerai for this link. (MP3 file) It's terrifying and eye-opening.

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Wednesday, April 2nd, 2003
9:28 pm
This will probably be of no interest to most, but I've added a few of my papers to our website. If you would like to read what I've written over the past few months, take a trip here. Thanks for your patience.

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Wednesday, March 26th, 2003
8:28 pm
Well, one semester later and I've finally finished both my dissertations! It feels great. My printer is currently doing its best to keep up with the 120+ pages that I've asked it to print (each dissertation printed twice). There is an odd sense of satisfaction at watching the machine spit out piles of 35 pages. "Hey, I did that."

When I have some free time after my post-essay video games marathon, I will hopefully turn the paper on Olav Haraldsson (a.k.a. Saint Olav) into an html file and post it on our webspace for those parties who have shown interest in the past (that means you Magi, thanks for the interest and I hope you are well).

I'll be handing them both in tomorrow. I generally hate spending 2 hours on the bus (an hour each way) just to drop off/collect something, but I think I'll make an exception this time.

The scariest thought right now is nevertheless that, looking at the 35 page pile in front of me, I'm actually happy that I wrote it. I _enjoyed_ it so much that I plan on writing another paper (70 pages that time) next year on the same topic. I'm bordering on geeky-psychopathic here.

I wonder how much time and paper a 100,000 word thesis would take to print. :P Incidentally, if I'm lucky and do well next year, I may start entertaining the thought of doing my Ph.D. in Iceland. That is if the Icelandic or Norwegian governments are willing to help me out. (Penny hasn't discussed this with her family yet so, please, no accidental side-comments in their general direction, thanks)

Scary. Very scary.

current mood: accomplished

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Saturday, March 22nd, 2003
10:53 am
Wooohooo, I just finished my dissertation on Olav Haraldsson, the first Norwegian royal saint. It's only 8600 words (almost 10000 with biblio and footnotes) when it should have been 7-8k. I'll probably get away with it. All I need to do is proof read it once more and then format it elegantly.

Ok, all I need to do is write my next dissertation on Germanic heroism in Beowulf and Volsunga Saga. That's only another 7000 and I currently have only 1500 written. Deadline is Thursday. I'll be fine. Maybe.

For those interested, I'll put them online soon, but the deadline is my prime concern at the moment.

current mood: crazy

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Saturday, March 15th, 2003
7:35 am
I watched Comic Relief's Red Nose Day yesterday evening and though I did enjoy the comedic elements of it, I cannot remember being so depressed in my entire life. It's a sad fact indeed that we need to have our face shoved into the true evils of this world (as opposed to the fictional 'axis' ones), the true injustices and human despair, to realise that we as human beings, as consumers, can help others by donating cash. In normal times, we're just too stingy to even bother consider going without the new Topshop jacket, Eminem album, Nike shoes or Gucci suit.

"Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention."

How true. Comic Relief raised 35 million pounds sterling ( 55,7M $US) in one night thanks to the generosity and downright fanaticism of the British people. Although I'm sure other nations (yes, possibly including the USA) do similar things, it just seems so infuriating that all this money wouldn't even suffice to sustain "our" troops in the desert for _1_ day. Call me cynical but I'm just so sick and tired of seeing our so-called leaders fucking around like they do, wasting money, but more importantly wasting lives.

When the mighty gods of $$$ and Oil are at stake, everything happens. Screw the poor citizens of Rwanda, East Timor, ex-Yougoslavia, etc. when they needed our help. Ethnic cleansing, rape camps and genocide are a lot less trendy when there are no oil wells attached to the CNN live broadcasts.

And they're supposed to be the leaders of our world? We need new leaders. Or a Global Killer.

*warning: immature and vulgar outburst imminent* Fuck you, Bush.

current mood: angry

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Saturday, March 8th, 2003
8:53 pm
I've decided that I hate dog shows and in particular Crufts, a British institution akin to kiddy pageants and other exploitative displays. It's revolting. Sure, I'm a dog-person. I had a dog myself. I like dogs mostly because I adore wolves, but dogs, even the pathetic little ones are fine by me. And I have nothing against showing off a good looking dog. It's a bit sad, but hey, the UK and the world is full of sad wankers who have nothing better to do with their lives. But one thing I will not tolerate is stupid dumbfuck owners who stretch the dog's neck up and outwards as far as it'll go to a point that the poor thing is panting and suffocating because of the owner's leash digging into its trachea, all this in order to accentuate the dog's physical traits. It really makes you want to wrap a chain-linked strangulation leash around their neck and dragging them around a showground. Vicious fuckers.

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5:19 pm
A couple of amusing links... here and here.

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10:08 am
Nice one, Mizerai. Hope you don't mind if I post this link in my journal too. Nice bit of political satire.

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Tuesday, March 4th, 2003
11:08 pm
Awww, this is so cute. :)

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