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Rock, Paper, Scissors

Posted 26 May 2002, 3.11 pm by Craig

This game is addictive.

Visit Site.

It's Not a Test

Posted 25 May 2002, 8.56 am by Berly

You will need a fast connection and a lot of free time to get the most out of this site.

Why Are You Createive Dot Com. Go on, give it a poke.....

TELL ME WHY

Time For A Change...

Posted 23 May 2002, 6.23 am by The_Roach

This is a post that I originally had up here a few weeks ago. Due to some confidentiality issues, I was asked to remove it until this time. I apologize for anyone who has to read it twice - Roach

Let me tell you a few things about my roommate. He has no sense of smell which, I suppose, limits his enjoyment of food somewhat. He's never noticed it as he was born with the disability. On the flip side of that, he has no idea when he smells. Try standing in the same room with the bastard immediately after he removes his shoes. Go ahead, try it. You'll be hard pressed not to cry out in agony as the flesh on the inside of your nose melts away.

He's extremely religious, almost to the point of being a zealot. He'll drive across town on Sunday to go to the one church he likes, then spends the entire day there. When he was growing up, he'd melt down the chocolate bunny that found it's way into his Easter basket and mold it into the shape of a cross. He turns away children who show up trick-or-treating on Halloween, telling them to come back for All Saint's Day and he'd give them a halo (donut). The power of Christ compels him in every regard, and the stories of the bible are (pardon the pun) gospel.

He owns five, count 'em, five VCRs. He watches no less than 100 hours of television a week, fast-forwarding through the commercials and laughing uproariously at sitcoms. His indulgence of mass media doesn't stop there, though. He has no room to place clothing in his closet because it's filled to the brim with his comic book collection. Even so, he's had to store an additional thirty boxes of comics in his father's garage and spends no less than $200 a month acquiring new ones. In addition, he sees nearly every motion picture that is released in theatres and frequently buys them on DVD once released in that format (some times multiple times if a new special edition is released).

He has nearly every character trait I despise. He's self-righteous, arrogant and terminally polite. He doesn't believe in the concept of "dating" because he thinks about things in the "long term". As a result of this (and other factors), he's almost thirty years of age, and he's never kissed a girl. More important, however, is that he has that one trait that irritates me more than any other. For all his faults, he's a much better person than I could hope to be.

A few hours ago, he informed me that he would be taking a promotion that would move him to another city here. I knew he'd been considering (read: praying on) it for a couple of days now, and I encouraged him. If there's one thing he and I have in common, it's an extreme hatred of change. The problem with hating change, though, is that it doesn't allow us to develop as people. We stagnate, go through the daily grind and wind up with no real history, no things we can look back upon for better or for worse. So, when he told me about the opportunity, I whole-heartedly wanted him to go. Perhaps there he'll be forced to meet some new people, maybe meet a nice girl he can settle down with (although, he's pretty settled already).

Honestly, I never expected him to go through with it.

Now, I'm faced with some difficult issues of my own. I have to find a new roommate, pray that the leasing company who runs my apartment complex will allow the lease to be transferred either in whole to me, or partially to the new person (whoever that is). I'm going to have to adjust to a new living situation of my own, help one guy move out and another in. Did I mention how much I really fucking hate change?

I'm sitting here, smoking a cigarette and looking forward to having my traditional post-writing vodka. Thinking back, I have difficulty remembering much that was truly significant in the last year and odd months that he and I have been living together. I've met some interesting people and done some interesting things. No doubt he's done things that he can conjure up in the history there. The problem is, he doesn't really fit into any of my memories from this period in my life, other than that he was there for it. There, on the sidelines, casting disapproving glances or laughing as I stumble through existence. For somebody who never really involved himself in my life, I'm really going to miss him.

Drewcifer, this one's for you.

Emotional Dilemma

Posted 22 May 2002, 12.43 am by Jake

It's happening. The worst thing that could ever have occurred. My grandfather is dying. This phenomena wouldn't affect me so deeply if he wasn't such an important figure in my life. I always kept in close touch with him in spite of the shortcomings of my parents.

Will Harold was born in a small Central Texas farming town, went to the local school, and shipped off to the U.S. Armed Forces like a majority of his peers. He served in the Marines, was a champion lightweight boxer in his division, flew in WWII and Korea, in between which he also went to Texas A&M University. He retired in the '60's as a Lieutenant Colonel and carried on a career as a carpenter/remodeler.

Whenever I needed his help or merely wanted to talk to a decent family member, he was always there. I often remember him as a tall, strapping, friendly man who was always reading, farming or working on houses. He always took time to give a kind word to anyone and everyone.

Now he has had a defibrillator installed (no thanks to arrhythmia)in his heart, and has to go in almost daily for radiation treatment. The doctors say that the cancer is spreading, and he is becoming weaker as the weeks pass. He sleeps roughly 14 hours a day, and the medication that he takes is causing his body to go haywire. On certain days, he has to take fluid pills to counteract side effects of the radiation, and he urinates sporadically without warning. He rarely eats. He's aware of the fact that he's dying, and he bravely accepts his fate.

However, it tears me to pieces to see the role model that I have always known as brimming with vitality and knowledge have to degenerate into a withered husk of an old man.

The only good thing that I am getting out of this is that my mom has realized her duties as a responsible daughter and has become more assertive. We're patching up our differences to deal with this horrid event.

I hope I die before I get old.

Equivalence

Posted 21 May 2002, 6.56 am by Alexander

I've been working on a theory of equivalence recently - it's like my next big thing. It's still in the formulating stage, but hear me out.

The basic premise is that life and people and the world is basically a big fractal. If you're not familiar, a fractal is a form or pattern that repeats, and no matter at what scale you view it, it always has the same structure. Good examples in nature are trees, and clouds. Man made examples include the mandelbrot set - look it up.

Given that this is a natural phenomenon, it's not beyond the realms of possibility that it applies to human life and society as well. I got thinking about this when I first started touring the UK with AKp - every town has an equivalent mid-sized venue, and every town has a mid-sized band that currently rule the roost, every town has an entrepeneuring type who is badmouthed, and every town has a little free rag that serves to deal out gossip and local opinion on the 'big' news on the live music scene.

This 'equivalence' can be extended infinitely, as far as I can tell. Try applying it to any social group or construct. Every website has a clown, a wise old sage, and an annoying kid. Internet debates always follow the same routes regardless of topic and participants. Even on a personal level, in every town (and the important thing is that the scale of the sample is not important - as long as every other 'cell' in the fractal is of equivalent size) there must be an Alexander King, who shares enough common traits with myself as to separate himself from the other twenty-odd musician/artists.

Now, if you accept or can imagine that the planet is comprised of a multitude of individual 'cells' defined only by the fact that they are all of equivalent dimensions, it's not too much of a leap to imagine that by paring down to just one of these cells, you can get the essence of humanity in a confined space. Of course, this can never work without knowing the size of the cell, and because it's a fractal-like construct, as soon as you separate what you think to be the 'template' cell, you discover that particular cell is itself made up of other units - take a town, you discover it's full of households, take a household, it's full of individual people, etc.

Then of course, you can take it to the other extreme, and explode this theory to postulate that the earth is one 'cell' of the fractal, that this is the basest level of life, the building block, and that it's just one distant end of a huge mandelbrot set, comprising an infinite number of cell units, each of which is comprised of an infinite number of cell units and so on.

So .. think about equivalence. How many equivalents of you exist? What parameters would define an equivalent of you in the next town, the next country, the next planet?

Hm ..

Kids can be so... weird.

Posted 20 May 2002, 5.54 pm by Alexander

I've been reading this site for a good hour or so now - it's marvellous. A list of playground taunts, phrases and tortures that evoke such bitter, painful memories... not that I was ever picked on at school of course.

I think it's mainly applicable to British kids, but it should prove a telling insight for akpcep's international audience into why we British grow up to be so strange...

Click Here

dare me.

Posted 18 May 2002, 12.09 pm by Villager

It is taken as something of a Norm that the individual is subject to a number and range of restrictions and rules, of laws and their enforcement. One could argue quite reasonably that these restrictions are entirely necessary, just, and fair to maintain a healthy society where all have the opportunity to prosper. Where all are more or less equal and can without undue interruption endeavour to work in a field which fulfils personal needs. A cynic (let us not worry too much about classification for the moment), might take the equally justifiable standpoint and argue that on the contrary, our systems of society and Government are, by design, there to maintain a divide between those who Are, and those who Are Not. Those who can indulge there personal whims with the resources they are permitted, and those who cannot hope to attain such leisure. The rich and the poor. The mainstream and those who either reject it or cannot thrive in it.

It would be a basic divide, as you would have those who fall in the nether regions, those that have a reasonable lifestyle yet feel controlled. Those who get by comfortably enough, but never really feel alive. The mid sections. The battery hens, some might say. Is it right to keep beings controlled for a single purpose? With basic freedoms granted, but ones which are oft heavily diluted by material deficits, and sweetened by drip-fed stimuli. Alcohol, nightclubs, sport, cinema. Etc.

Society is not intrinsically a bad thing. Given the density of Earth's populations, it is inevitable. It is requisite if we want modern amenities, respect and protection from the outside world, and indeed elements within that society. It probably even gives the individual a strong quality of life in many cases. It is the natural consequence of Collective Existence. But that doesn’t make it right. It is still oppressive. Our natural instincts are not allowed to express themselves naturally, heavily driven to conform to something resembling a satisfactory citizen. This may well be driven by the best of intentions on the part of the individuals who effect such things, and may superficially maintain the peace and delicate equilibrium in which we live. But it still has a fundamentally negative impact on the physical and mental development of the individual whom laws and government design to regulate.

I should not be sat here typing my complaints and observations into an electrical machine. It is symbolic that this is my most accessible means of doing so. I cannot live the life I would want. It is a physical impossibility born of a confusion between accustomed life and desire for a honest and simple life, free from the invisible pressures of business and systems. Society serves, whether by explicit design or sad misfortune, to destroy the human being in each innocent child. I proffer no realistic alternative, I have neither the imagination nor intelligence to see how we can free ourselves. Maybe that is because we cannot, maybe it is because it would require a lifetime of working against the tide which brought us into this world.

Are you free?

Dispatch - Bang Bang

Posted 15 May 2002, 7.08 pm by Acheron

When I mention Dispatch to my friends here out west, I inevitably get the response, "never heard of 'em." Their responses are justified: Dispatch never plays out west, let alone in Canada, they aren't signed with a major label, and they do not get any radio/TV airtime. In a way, I'm almost sadistically glad, because I get to be the one to uncork my "little secret", a band so good that I still scratch my head to wonder why they aren't being played over and over and over... on every radio across the continent. The band is literally that good: a tight rhythm section, talented guitar playing, catchy harmony, and songs that can only be described as, erm, sublime all make this band my current favourite.

While I urge you to sprint to your local record store and pick up all of their albums, Bang Bang is probably their best, if for no other reason than the song, "The General." That one song alone is worth the cost of the album. Go buy it now!

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Props to Green Mamba for bringing the weirdness

Hmph

80s candy bars were pretty good

only because i traded it for a candy bar in the 80's.

lol we all know you don't have a soul ghoti

my soul for some carbs...

But of course!

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