The Bard

I want to light you on fire and whack you with sticks. Anyway, back on point. Shit film that I doth love:

Shavenwolf: I've always wanted to own a dog like yours and call him Ahab. It would be so silly!

Is this like some worldwide conspiracy of Bieber fans? To divert attention to the fucker constantly by annoying the shit out of everyone they enounter? Fucking Christ, when the future leader of the Chinese world order does eventually instate a eugenics program, I hope Bieber fans are the first to be sterilised right out of the fucking gene pool, because that kind of aural imbecility, not to mention a supernatural ability to annoy, has to be the result of an infinitude of genetic defects. STFU about Bieber. Every fucking Youtube video is fucking plagued with these mutants and they all need to die die die. I'm calm.

My girlfriend loves cut the rope. I like it too, its really cutesy, to an almost vom inducing level, although the puzzles are never hard. You never have to sit there and deliberate for ages, and it lends itself to trial and error. On the other hand, if you're good, you can solve some of the puzzles on your first go, which is really rewarding.

Went to uncles house to pick up my new iPhone 4, and got fed an enormous meal/ talked about bullshit with aunt. Always nice to be fussed over.

Videogame culture at large is a petri dish for the cultivation of psychological defects. The Psychology of Console Wars

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Angry Birds has taken over my life. Don't know why, since I've had it for ages, but recently I got the urge to play Boom Blox, but since I didn't have my Wii with me at uni, I tried to find something similar. Angry Birds is fucking better. Its, quite frankly, amazing. So gratifying for the intuitive sense of physical laws that are hardwired into the brain. Love eet.

Yes, because that was a grevious understatement.

I disagree, but only because my writing style is mainly superfluous hyperbole In seriousness though, I totally agree, people need to be more articulate...

You're right. I wouldn't dignify it by calling it terrible, because terrible movies can serve as a focal point for amusement, bemusement and rage. Superman Returns, like Twilight, was just fucking boring as hell.

Why are gamers so obsessed with sales figures, marketing and financial bullshit? Is it because they use it as some sort of data to formulate a predictive evaluation of what they might be playing in future, or the trajectory gaming is taking? I really fucking doubt this, since most gamers are too stupid to calculate the timing of their next toilet break, but still, why? I don't get it. They talk more about sales figures than the actual content of the games.

Interesting interpretation. A lot more sedate, which I guess might be appropriate considering the lyrical content, but I think it works much better in the original. Ian Curtis' voice is pretty much an emotionless backdrop set against quite a sensual and punkishly energetic melody, which is thematically appropriate to my interpretation of a lot of Joy Division's music being about not finding assonance with the world. Also, don't like the way she enunciates, but that's getting very nitpicky. And now, a song from one of the most important albums (at least to me) ever. Crank it up and wave your arms like its the second summer of love, because this is beautiful:

Fuck yeah. When I get internet again I'll give you a shout.

I never get sick until the day after, any ability to consciously moderate my behaviour just shuts down after a certain point, which I can never anticipate. Its weird. Maybe I shouldn't drink. I need a babysitter when I'm drunk. Although I miss the good old days when I would come on here after a good old lash and type utter nonsense to get everyone riled up

I have tried this so many times and failed on the vast majority. Drinking begets more drinking, and because the onset of hangover and curmudgeonly rage occurs early on in the drinking hours for me, I tend to drink until I sedate myself into oblivion. This results in my doing heinously embarrassing things, such as on last friday, when I unashamedly hit on two girls I've been good friends with for more than two years, and bitched at my best friend about how pathetic my life is, while making him listen to really awful death metal. I don't know why I do and say things that have no basis in actual feelings when I'm drunk, but it happens. Then I spend at least the next three days walking around internally beating myself up for being an unabashed asshole. Its a very strange cycle. How do I stop? This shit should be in the confess your sins thread.

The perennial answer to this thread:

Love Pj Harvey, love her overwhelming insecurity, a lot of it directed towards her appearance which is what I was initally attracted to when I first started listening to her. She reminds me of a sort of female version of Jeff Buckley. On that note:

Steal this had a couple of tunes on it, but it was too spastic and formless, which should probably have been expected, since its a b-sides album from a band that is already afflicted with ADHD. I wouldn't mind seeing them, I went this year, and the only headliner I really loved was RATM.

I need to start playing this again. Probably over Christmas, anybody down to be my sparring buddy for a bit?

Cube controller. No doubt.

Avenged Sevenfold are such an atrocious band. Like a congealment of all the worst hair, thrash and power metal tropes you can imagine to create something overwhelmingly lame. Liked System when I was 15. They've been shit since Toxicity.

Sozzles, was in a weird headspace last night. Also, I didn't feel the need to "agree" necessarily, but was just playing off what the two of you said, without really reaching a conclusion.

Your ideas of morality and doing things are based on the idea that the things we do, the moralities and predispositions that give us shape, are informed by conscious thoughts and acts. I don't believe this to be the case for you, me, or anyone. I believe that we are syphoned into a narrow tract that we cannot avoid, and whatever semblane of choice we think we have, exists only because we see things on such a microscopic scale. Once asked to defend our moralities (usually, in my case, through an inner monologue rather than with other people, because I have no friends), we rationalise to the extreme, because we seek to defend the very ideals that take us hostage. Also, I tend to take Heidegger's opinion about our sense of self; it has very little to do with a holistic self contained being, since, firstly, I think we are a bank of reference points, a set of reactions for everything around us, and what we are and do is limited by, and in response to the world around us. Secondly, any solid sense we can concieve of who we are, comes about through a projection of ourselves into the future, we act in the present according to the way we see ourselves in times to come. I cannot remember the last time I did something that wasn't done through a sense of duty either to myself, or to the paranoid, overly anxious sense of morality that has been hammered into me. If I had my way I would do nothing all day other than lie in bed and snort amphetamine. I am coerced into being, into docility through the machinations of a world that is horrendously out of control. We are all players in a grand narrative that we augment but cannot shape. I feel as if I'm speaking in vagaries now, which, undoubtedly, I am. So whatever. I'm sure there are a great many holes in my understanding, but unfortunately I really don't care, since my kind of understanding has no practical applications, serves only to make me miserable, and is pretty much liable to be incomprehensible to others. Look at the way we process "music." Random combinations of sound that work on the basis of the fact that our brain projects a pattern. If this mental patten is corroborated with by the actual sounds we hear, our dopamine neurone pathway gets excited, we feel pleasure. We feel great at the fact that we had an internal ability to make sense of something. That something, outside us, is nonsense. It has no meaning, and all we have done by listening to music is find a way to manipulate our pleasure pathways. We crave "meaning," and a sense of understanding. We want to be a part of something, rather than just buoys in an ocean of unreason. Why do you think religion is so popular? Because it gives a sense of overwhelming purpose and meaning.

Yeah, well I think its fairly obvious that the way we percieve the world is not the way it exists outside us. Also, the way that guy talks about nouns and verbs indicated a sway towards linguistic determinism. We do "cut nature at its joints" to better understand it, but we don't think of it solely in terms of grammatical units. I guess his argument was really to do with the fact that we artificially subdivide phenomena and things, which are really convergent and inter-related. The thing is, when you come to that realisation, it takes some of the brunt off your own opinions, because you come to realise it means that nonthing you believe is cast in stone, and is only "true" in comparison to a normative yardstick, which is usually culturally or socially ordained, and therefore everything you think is entirely subjective. I just don't have the same drive to be "right" as I did a few years ago. Which is probably all fair and well because I was the most egregious motherfucker around.