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Ha ha ha *cries*

Posted 23 February 2002, 10.47 am by Alexander

Sometimes I find humour to be the only way to stop me fuming at the utter stupidity of the American government. Take this site for example. Rather amusing, methinks, in a kinda 'internet humour' kinda way.

Remember! Nuclear annihilation isn't that scary!

The family concept!

Posted 21 February 2002, 11.28 pm by Sickan

The family is threatened from the inside and the outside! There is the pressure from the labour market, which takes most time from parents; this forces the children into institutions.

It is also threatened from the inside because of a huge emotionally pressure. The family has become a place for discussion (not necessarily a bad thing) The family has turned into a negotiation-family, every little decision has to be discussed and every member of the family is a part of the process.

We still love to play the whole family thing, but not all the way, we still want our self-realization, our career, the experience of the momentary insanity when we fall head over heels in love. All this we want in our lives or else we can’t exist and we feel empty!

The liberation from men has made it possible for women to shuffle lose form men and thereby make an existence for herself and for her children.
I think its sad that there are so many divorces these days, its like we cant even find out who we want to spend our lives with and we wont fight for the love and family which we already have created… its like we feel we can allow ourselves to step on people and walk away if there’s some difficulties in the relationship!

WAKE UP!! We cant always be friends… but we can try and it just seems as if we aren’t trying that hard! Maybe we are too willing to think we have found the right one too fast or else we are too picky, either way, we are not doing a very good job, when it comes to family!

Listen to your parents

Posted 21 February 2002, 7.04 pm by Alexander

By the time I moved out of home, which was incidentally exactly one week after a major argument, I already knew my parents were right. Admitting it, of course, was another thing altogether.

It's a bitter irony that the only thing that makes you appreciate others wisdom is the accumulation of your own. When I see people younger than me rebelling in the traditional futile manner against people who have only their best interests at heart, it makes me sad and reassures me at the same time.

It makes me sad because of course, no Susan you can't stay out at the club until 2am because you're only just 18 and last week a girl your age was raped and strangled on the same path you'll be walking down. No Tony, you can't go hang out with John and Zack because I happen to know they're rampant bag-heads (glue sniffers) and the peer pressure for you to get into it will be great.

It reassures me because it shows me I had a normal childhood. I thought I was always right - I said some truly horrible things to my parents which to this day I feel ashamed of. I thought I was the first to feel a certain way, first to discover this or that sexual proclivity. I can honestly say I was wrong in virtually every case.

For christs sake, people. No matter how old you are, the next time you're about to slam that bedroom door, or swear at your overworked, stressed, secretly ill mother, fucking THINK about WHY they're telling you what they are. What possible motivation would they have for stopping you having fun? None. Just help with the fucking chores because if you're very lucky indeed in 10-20 years you'll be so happy that you walked in the house after a long day trying to pay the mortgage to find the dishes clean and the carpet hoovered.

Just, for christs sake, listen to your parents.

Sunday bloody Sunday

Posted 19 February 2002, 9.44 pm by Sickan

I was walking along an empty street this Sunday morning. Walking in my own thoughts and just minded my own business when I noticed a car backing up against me, so I walked to the left so the driver wouldn’t hit me. I saw the car make a sudden turn and the next I knew it hit me. Not hard or anything and I stayed on my feet, but still hurts pretty bad to have a car bumped into your hip. The driver didn't notice me or ignored me and just drove off… and I stood there looking after him while I realized what had happened. There was nothing to do but to go home and feel bad. So I did. The hip wasn’t hurting that bad (fist came a couple of days later with this black mark heheh) but my back started to kill me. Oh well a little pain wont kill ya I thought and ignored it (trying to be hard, didn't work).
Oh well, after a couple of hours I had to sit in a train for like 4 hours to get home from my “lovely” vacation. As we all know it isn’t much fun to sit in a train, no matter what. So I mentally prepared myself with a good book and some coffee. I noticed an old couple seated next and across me. So I smiled friendly and was kinda happy that it wasn’t a flock of teenage girls or some lonely man talking about his failed marriage. (that kinda people always entertain me in trains!!) So I got as comfortable as possible and opened my book and started to read. After a while the man (seated in front to me) fell asleep… and about half an hour later he stared to snore… just a little bit, but then he just kept on, pretty annoying but I could live with it. Then he just turned up his volume and snored as if it was his last day on earth or what ever! Damn he made some noise, I could hear people around staring to laugh at him and whisper and stuff. I looked at his wife, who didn't notice at all. I tried to focus on my book but I couldn’t, I couldn’t focus on anything except the old man. I looked up again and he had stared to drool. I closed my eyes and tried to go to my happy place!! About 4 hours later I got to my destination. Hadn’t been able to find my happy place so I instead dreamed about taking a big ass gun and blast him to hell or the ocean where this god damn Deep-one came from!!!
Finally I got off the train and home, without being hit by a car or run into a snoring monster with drool around his mouth.
Some days are bad, but Sundays are always a pile of crap!
I admit this one was really rare, but just proofs my philosophy about Sundays; we have to have bloody Sundays!

Rome

Posted 19 February 2002, 7.14 pm by Villager

The first thing that strikes you about Rome when you enter the city (most of the airports are a 30 minutes outside of the city centre) is the number of deteriorating houses and flat blocks. Mile after mile of nigh-deserted ghettos. Doesn’t exactly fill one with optimism as to the city's quality. When you get into the city centre, it is at first glance much like any other major city; bustling with people, deadlocked traffic and lots of buildings in a very small area. The second thing which strikes you, unfortunately, is that there is graffiti everywhere. I have been told that such should be expected in any major city, but I've been to London, Paris, Portsmouth, Southampton etc, and seen nothing like the sheer plastering of crap on the walls. There is also a huge problem with litter. While distinctly overshadowed by the graffiti, it does seem that the local authority would do well to invest in controlling the mess.

When you get past these initial setbacks, although wherever you go in the city you seemingly cannot escape them (I mean, how often have you seen a Bentley showroom marred with red and white scribble?), there is a damned good culture and history to be sampled. The food - a focal point of judgement in any city - is excellent, and also very competitively priced. You can get a full sized pizza with a number of toppings for under £3 / $4.50 in most restaurants, and all of the restaurant staff which I encountered were accommodating, friendly and, most importantly, all spoke English fluently. When you get down to the more purposeful business of visiting the places of historical interest and importance, you will find a cheap, comprehensive tube and train system that comprehensively covers the main city with services running around every ten minutes or so until 12am (or at least the ones In visited). British Transport Secretary Stephen Byers take note.

The most enjoyable site personally was Ostia Antica, a two thousand year old sea port of the ancient empire. Completely buried for the bulk of that two thousand years, there is mile after mile of nigh-perfectly preserved ruins, often complete with original mosaics entirely intact, which is rather impressive. The site provides you with a comprehensive and interesting of the city and its history, and one could easily spend a whole day perusing the site, which is surrounded by beautiful countryside, and there is the obligatory gift shop and caféteria if you get thirsty. There is also the Colloseum, which while impressive and interesting, is slightly smaller than I envisaged it, and very decayed.

The second place you simply must visit is Vatican City. The size, detail, quality and preservation of the entire site will leave you utterly gobsmacked - it is difficult to comprehend the context in which such a creation could have originated, and you can fully appreciate that the thing took over 80 years to construct. Absolutely wonderful. The city also has an extensive and varied collection of fashion and lingérie outlets - but that's another story.You’ll like Rome if you like football, as the locals are mad about it and the local Olympic Stadium has quite an impressive atmosphere once in full flow.

I feel, somehow, that I should end upon a low, so I will. Everywhere you go you are plagued by people trying to sell you shit you don't want. There is stall after stall selling Roma shirts and cheap memorabilia, and a multitude of people trying to sell little items of no use and little interest, often in an uncomfortably forceful fashion. Anyhow, it is a mightily impressive city - it's just a shame that the more modern part of Rome failed to continue in the same vein of excellence.

Vampire: the Masquerade Redemption

Posted 19 February 2002, 5.58 pm by Villager

I used to play a lot of computer games, in my earlier youth. From the Amstrad to the N64, I would spend hours each day working my way through games, be it alone or with equally addicted friends on multi-player Death Matches. Since I started working, and going to college, I've barely touched them. That may be due to 'growing out of it', or simply not having the time or enthusiasm for it anymore, having more profitable, urgent things to be doing. Recently, however, a game has caught my attentions by the balls and it won't let go. The game is Vampire: the Masquerade Redemption

The game begins as a standard enough RPG (for those new to all this.. Role Playing Game) whereby you take control of a Knight (our Hero Christof, who has a remarkably solid jaw) and, predictably enough, do battle with evil (in this case the naughty vampires which are running around everywhere). The storyline soon becomes more complex, with Christof falling prey to the vampires, and is now one of the Kindred. From here you develop new alliances and new enemies within the dark world, and Christof somewhat reluctantly recruits various comrades to fight alongside him/you, forming what is known as a cotérie, and you can control, and are responsible for, up to four characters at a time.

The game has an intricate storyline, with suspense, intrigue and drama at every turn. One drawback is the linear nature of the game - despite the developer's efforts to circumvent this by allowing you to choose Christof's speech at times - but it detracts little from the quality of the game. If you have any interest whatsoever in games which deal with Vampires or the medieval period, then this game will most definitely appeal to you, and you’ll soon be cursing the blaspheming wretches who hath stolen ye mortal social life!

One of the best features of the game is the time travel. Far from being restricted to one time or place, the game spans two time periods - medieval and modern, and four cities - Prague, Vienna, New York and London. As expected, the weapons, characters and peripherals are all upgraded to modern standard, and it really is an impressive despatch of ideas. The graphics are excellent, the sounds are often too realistic, and the game-play is engrossing. The genius in design of some of the levels will leave you wide eyed and bare-fanged, with each passing dungeon serving only to increase your thirst for blood and aggravate the beast within...

The game is challenging, but not so hard as to risk your giving up, as there is always the promise of discovering what the fruits of your current mission will be. It will take you weeks to complete, and the online multi-player feature will keep you going even longer. It’s not often I can be bothered to play games now, but Vampire: TMR really is the complete package. Pure quality. So, unsheath thy blade and gird thy loins knave, for there be a great battle upon us..

rapid rifle's rattle

Posted 19 February 2002, 5.49 pm by Villager

Have you ever had an admiration, or indeed a love, for something and then gone on to study it, in an academic context? I ask in relation to the subject of poetry, which, when I was first introduced to it, fascinated me. The way that words could be arranged in such a fashion as to come to life, to embody the writer’s imagination and, through mere words, convey intrinsic details of emotion and experience.

Then I studied it in school, and now college. When you analyse a poem with the eye of a student, or of a critic, you lose a degree of the appreciation for the creation as a whole. We use classifications and labels to dissect and corrode the structure of the poem. We see oxymorons we see alliteration we see onomatopoeia we see assonance we see euphemisms. I am claiming this as no bad thing in itself, but once a poem is broken down into its fundamental constructs, then we lose sight of the poem as a whole.

I find it very hard to read a poem and not be immediately drawn to the individual make-up. While this does indeed allow me to appreciate to a greater degree the level of skill a poet may have in moulding different forms and methods to create what he will, I find it undermines the beauty of a poem as a whole, singling out and labelling each feature, detaching it from the context of the poem. As such I no longer really enjoy reading poetry, good as it may technically be, and I’ve found writing poetry myself has become a much harder task if I am to satisfy I have neither focused on structure nor neglected it.

Is poetry alone in such effects? Have you experienced anything comparable with music, art, or anything else?

I love Tuesday

Posted 17 February 2002, 6.00 pm by Craig

I've spent the last couple of days reading an online Comic named Tuesday.

Visit Tuesday!!.

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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...

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