jayseven

There is :P It's out in headingly so I don't think it counts; near some old student halls (that might not even be there anymore, actually) and a roundabout and shit! I'm gonna start putting all my toppings up my nose first! First up is a ham, cheese, jalapeno sandwich. O_o

I think ReZ was being intentionally gay tehre, Goaf. My day = up at 6pm, on laptop. Now doing my Stereotypical duty of the day and drinking cydar.

There's no way a show can wrap everything up with a single line, yet I guess the beef you have is that they even bother. There's always that pressure to leave a film/book/tv show with some sort of sentiment that the whole show can be nostalgically pored over with. Very few endings truly succeed at doing this, and most plump for the cliffhanger/life goes on approach (sarah Connor Chronicles/The Wire). I don't have a problem with it because it's not just a paradox, it's anbiguous to a tee. "Let a complex system repeat itself long enough eventually something surprising might occur." We can take the 'complex system' to mean the universe, mankind, evolution, computers, toasters... We can look at the agency in "let a..", that suggests that the being, the 'mover', sets something in motion, that the thing in motion (the universe, mankind, evolution...) all had some sort of plan initially; a creator. The 'surprising' occurance, in this context, is a surprise to this creator, to the mover. When you've had your toaster on teh same setting for 5 years with no problem then one day the bread comes up black? External forces aside, it's a surprise to us more than the toaster. And there's 'might' as well. The sweeping statement does not necessarily apply to one thing or another -- of course it being the last episode of the series we are surely right to assume that the statement applies to life, to the universe... But as I say, we don't know if the surprise has happened yet. It looks set to repeat itself again... And if Head Six is some emissary or emblem of God, then the main suggestion seems to be that the creater is hoping for something surprising to happen eventually. Because we see Head Six and Head Baltar before the end it suggests that the surprise hasn't happened yet -- that the complex system has not yet broken away from the predictability of its settings; that, essentially, God is still watching, waiting for the unpredictable. That's how I take it. God's plan is for mankind (which seems to be the only species in the BSG universe) to eventually truly be able to exist without Him. Like a father's plan to raise a child is for them to be able to stand on their own two feet. Except more blood and bombs. But the cycle keeps repeating itself. God ensures that mankind is NEVER fully wiped out, (albeit through amalgamation with machines... all created life is his, in the important sense), ensures that the cylons and the humans are guided together and 'back' to earth. Ensures that they survive again. All of the above is about the BSG universe, where god definitely exists, and no reflection on this one :P My biggest qualm, I suppose, is that there were MOAR hoomans (of a sort) already on OUR earth before they all decided to turn up and have Hera save the race. But I guess that could fall under a Father not forsaking any of his children, or some bullshit.

Ganepark; 1) Cooped. etc) The persistant visitor, friendly in introduction, quickly moves to 'blind' the character, 'hitting' their face, and then it's the wind that rescues him, that reassures him that it was worth getting up. It would be interesting to see some conflict between the light and the wind, and to see which is the reason the character leaves his house. Jav; Preparation unmeasured is a very nice phrase to use. It avoids saying 'unprepared' but hints more at 'inexperienced' -- at not having had to test ones preparation enough previously in order to be able to measure -- not knowing the measurements. A thousand thoughts lost Deafened by silence Choked by aortic violence The latter part of the poem ('a dance') makes me think this is in a club, you, the voice, by the sidelines, just a part of the scenery, just floating in the atmosphere when you see a stunning beauty walk past and then BLAM! The conflict between safety in the scenery and the desire to reach out and connect... I can imagine it well. But the 'deafened by silence' line, while a lovely oxymoron to use, is in a sense nothing more than saying "at the end of the day" or "it's a game of two halves" -- while it sings to the emo inside me, it pretty much just relies on the reader's knowledge of where they've heard it before rather than focusing their attention on the poem itself. Plus the 'club' feel that I got contradicts it with the need for noise. If you had a contrast before the silence to show how the moment was sponged of its noise, then maybe the transitional tones would come through and strengthen the moment. "That night, that stage" plays nicely on the idea that you were a part of the background, as if the whole scene was a performance - everyone else both cast and audience. It would be nice to see some more words threaded through the poem that echo that semblance of spectacle, perhaps shaded so that the spectacle instead becomes a sort of fairy-tale moment, I dunno. Nice to see your words though, dude - a great first try. A few mixed-register elements like "I'm in" dampen the romantic flow, mind you. Killthenet; I h8 deconstruction :P MOAR!

Haha - yeah of course :P want it sent? --- Yeah there were zombies but we were even saying stuff like "I bet the grandpa dies first" or "the dog gets infected then bites the girl"... A friend recommended me "Gozu" by the same director. He said he was totally weirded out after the first 30 mins and couldn't bear to continue - which is odd because he's a pretty damn weird chap as it is.

A) Probably more of that stuff happening at Subway Subway has more 'trust' from its customers because they prepare it in front of you. They'd never be able to get away with sticking cheese up their noses! B) Probably happens everywhere. I've heard horror stories about pretty much every fast food place there is. I think it's always essential that if someone else is making food for you that you don't do anything to piss them off, be it a mcdonald's employee or your grandmother. C) Don't be idiotic, its just a select few peopleblahblahblah. Yeah, I don't think it's everyone that works at these places, and what the dominos rep said about 'examining their hiring thingies', while just beaurocratic nonsense that won't actually change anything, it really is down to the employees themselves. The prez of the world couldn't control what a kebab shop peon does to the food they're preparing. I guess ultimately, what Gizmo says is probably the most sense-making. shit happens to your food. It's gross, but hey! Vegetables grow in shit and meat rolls in it. That's pretty skank too.

So this all hinges on one line? "Let a complex system repeat itself long enough eventually something surprising might occur." Who says that the complex system has repeated itself for long enough yet? All the line and the subsequent montage proves is that us mortals do not know when something surprising might occur. If we did, we really would be the God(s). Or am I missing the point?

Chuck e20 Show's actually been improving the last two episodes. Worth watching again, schweee! Southlands wants, oh so hard, to be The Wire -- and it's not, but it's plenty fine TV. The Beast has THE SWAYZE as a clearly interesting FBI agent, and the show's had about 12 episodes so far. It's got D' from The Wire, and Doug from Scrubs (lol), and generally it's your yadda yadda good actors yadda interesting stories yadda good script(ish), but perhaps slightly outlandish and unrealistic. In Development is a nice show to watch. Five episodes a week at 25 mins each, it's not meant to be watched in massive bursts. Moar Goood schtuff. Tried watching Harper's Island, and didn't get past the first 15 mins. Seems a bit contrived, sort of like I know what you did last summer, Urban Legends or pretty much any teen-slasher movie -- but for a 15 min viewing that might be a bit harsh. Just not sure if there's substance there yet. Don't know if I mentioned, but I watched the second episode of The Unusuals, and while again it's easy watching, I think it tries too hard and comes out a bit too obvious with some of the character pairings (guy who thinks he has inherited bad luck and is destined to die any day now, with a guy diagnosed with cancer who is jumping in front of trains and off buildings and getting shot at). Prison Break (I know there's a thread) started again, and... I didn't really feel it. Hell, don't think I even finished it! Has anyone seen Parks and Recreation? It's been likened (... negatively >_<) to The Office and 30 Rock, so I'm tempted to give it a try. And did Better Off Ted actually get interesting after the first episode?

Ah my friend has that. It's got a name but I can't remember it.

I'll bite. Yes.

I did the test, and fuck the immigrants, I am the Dalai Lama/Ghandi. Roxor!

LUPUS? ... Yeah. Had a chilled night in, watched a movie, rock-banded... drank stooof and generally felt optimistic/depressed about the future. Why doesn't the rest of the world care as much as me about my own life? Lol and stuff. Betwixing the nether lobes, unfronted by past globules of disinterest -- you say what you say. Sigh. I'm gonna be rich.

I can make myself puke without using any apparatus or anything. Just pure willpower.

Just watched Happiness of the Katakuris, as it was lent to us by Ashley about two months ago so it was about bloody time. We somehow had confused ourselves into thinking it would be The Sound of Music meets Zombies... and it took 45 mins to pass before we said "... yeah there's not gonna be any zombies." BUT! The film was whacked-out awesome. Bizarre and.. yeah. Great film. Laughed loads. AWesomeersr!

That is pretty awesome. Nice one dude

I don't think we've seen him since the season opener where he was working on the bunker magnet thingey. We've seen the hatch so they're constructing it. I think we've been told previously that there's some natural thing on the island that Dharma simply... built the hatch around in order to... er... stop the world from... ending..? Anyway, faraday's whole weird physics-defying thing... Ok i can't remember it precisely but... yeah it should be ace I kinda think maybe Lost took on too much. I mean Cesar was killed off pretty quick to us, because they've split the show up more ,I think, than usual with the different 'parallel' stories. Still awesome

Fish for me too!

Thanks dude Once i can afford it ,I definitely need to get season 4. And find out who the fuck has my DVDS.

WHY AREN'T YOU SMILING?!

Lol. This could be so many people :P

It's hard to say this without making it seem harsh. If it does, then just read it again and replace 'you' with 'he' and pretend you're a psychiatrist. I think you still creeped her out. IF she was feeling awkward then it's no impression on the way she feels about you -- i mean she likes you as a friend and she just needs those "five minutes" to scrub her mental hands clean; really she's just worried she'll offend/upset you, hence the pleasantries. You practically interrogated her before she left, by a stream of questions that she felt she HAD to answer. You established with her a firm time/date/place to which she will HAVE to see you again, and insinuated that by then she had better sort herself out and either go back to normal or go out with you. (I have a problem with the word 'comfort', I have discovered.) Personally, I've never had the guts to do what you did. Asking a girl out is a huge thing; a huge scary thing that is scary and scares me because it is scary. And is huge. So massive respect for that. I would probably end up accidentally bumping into her or hitting her or knocking her books out of her hands or offend someone standing near-by that she actually knows blah blah blah. Girls are made of win and sex.

Some really, really interesting things said in this thread that would surely be worthy of a new thread altogether. You're all mad.

Dear internet, To all wannabe socialist vampires, So my ex. The entire love affair was like something out of a child-evacuee's memoirs. That's a little extreem, sure... but basically our love grew because of the distance from each other. We were home to one another, and spending the worse parts of each month hundreds of miles apart just catalysed those feelings, and tied our love to the perpeptual empty shadow of absence... So, uh, basically I think I love her more when she's not here. Heh. When she's far away the love is fuzzy and perfect like an image through a pair of binoculars; a garden fence, perhaps; disattached to your reality yet so clearly physical. Your mind seeks and focuses on translating what you see, in believing that it is real. But when you walk up to the fence you were looking at, you see the cobwebs and the bird shit, you see the cracks and the rot in the wood and the frail and unfed weeds straddling ignored, too far away from a lawn-mower's blade to match up to the perfection you saw before. Fucksakemo. Got home at 5am after going to wetherspoons for a bunch of double sailor Jerry's and some conversations with strangers. Smoking areas... man they make smoking worthwhile. We had an hour-long intense conversation with three people about sheffield, vinyl, raves, drugs, beaches, construction, dubai, reggae, dub-step, unemployment butchers and people... and we never even exchanged names. It's like Omegle, but IN REAL LIFE! Guys, c'mon, how awesome is that? Fuck the internet and its repetitive stress injuries, fuck anonymous and its insomniac-autistical daylightaphobic alcoholism -- take up smoking and you can talk about random interesting things to people you never have and never will see again. Outside. In The Real. These two points -- the binoculars and the Omegle -- they share a common notion, too. There is something about human contact that will never be replicated by the internet. Falling in love with the distant, unreal entity that is your computer fuckin' monitor only leads to a sort of pathological entropy. Does nobody find it odd how the internet is where people insult the real world, when the real world is rapidly becoming the minority of the two realms? That's... realityism! That's making us need to come up with a whole new fuckin word for reality - IRL! It's like invading another contry just because your 'people' want to be recognised as their own separate nation by taking the name of the country they have invaded and keeping it as their own. Aren't books really pretentious? I mean the biggest fucking twist of the whole story (and this is so true) is that the story was not written to you but only to those wee names on that page after the title. "To my love". And it wasn't written for you either. No. It was written for the dead, and maybe for death itself. You have to be a poet to be a good writer. But which trade is the one at the far end of the binoculars?

Half the cast aren't at that party! :P Can someone remind me what happened to the other guys who 'stayed on the island' like Rose and Claire? Am I forgetting something...