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Count on dissapointment

Posted 27 January 2002, 9.16 am by Sunny2Tall

Movie: Count of Monte Cristo


As most of us should know, movies are usually taken from books and made into poor renditions of what the book did. This movie does not disappoint in that sense. It was predictable from the beginning, and not in the good way that it is like when you’ve read the book a hundred times and all you can point out are the little details, no, this movie was just awful. Form the very beginning you know who’s going to get stabbed first, last, and who’s going to get stabbed and live. This movie plays on every cliché that they could have. If you must see this movie, rent it, or better yet read the book and write your own screenplay. Undoubtedly it will be better than this movie. The acting was good, but who ever butchered this story should be hung by their toes.

Final thought: Don’t waste your money on this flick; go see The Lord of The Rings again if you must see a movie. Or better yet go see a movie with subtitles.

On the Cycle

Posted 26 January 2002, 9.20 pm by Shaggy



Repetition is the root of all existence. There was, there once was, there shall be: such is the doctrination that is taught to us, both by history and by social interaction. We learn by experience, and then we predict the new outcome of life.

A child is hurt playing with a specific toy. Upon seeing the same toy, the child begins to cry and immediately drops the new toy.

Such is the way the world works. Anything we do is not "new" in the technical sense. Existence is a learned response to a group of stimuli that is periodically slightly altered, for reasons of unpredictability. Thus, there is nothing that is downright "unpredictable", but merely instances of an abundance of this periodic alteration.

I believe physics has a word for it; for those of you who know, feel free to inform me in comments, as I forget the exact name.

We speak because we repeated what we have heard our parents speak. Since all we have of reality is what we relate to each other, through speech, this is an important observation. Basically stated, all we know of the world is what we are told. If a person is never informed of Zambodia, then basically, for the definition of his/her reality, Zambodia does not exist to this person. If you are never told that the limit of a constant is zero, it might be possible that you would prove it to yourself. However, if you were never informed of the formulae, theories, and other such things pertaining to and important for this discovery, then they would not exist to you and finding the limit of a constant to be zero might prove strenuous. What is not told can be found, if one works hard enough, and thus you get the educated offspring of uneducated persons, or educated offspring of persons who do not encourage higher education, or educated orphans. In this case, perserverance leads a person through the path, yet at one point in time, this person must be told some theory on which he/she followed to fruition. To answer a question, the question must first be asked: television gameshows notwithstanding.

There is an obvious question that has been asked. Plato, I would guess, would suppose this question to have been made in the point between life and death. Nietzsche would probably have made the question-making out to be an act that is given to those who attain a lofty perch in the social/intellectual hierarchy, yet all would agree, I would think, that a question is made which human kind has spent every resource of its intelligence attempting to answer.

So what is the question? What is the purpose of the human race?

One could argue that our purpose is to transcend ourselves. The german Ubermensch, or "overman", could be a goal which we are desperately striving toward. Yet how does one attain a transcendental opportunity? Is it through Darwinian evolution? If so, then mankind would have to wait for hundreds, if not thousands of years for the opportunity to become a stronger, more spiritual race.

Perhaps we are not working toward the goal stated, but have become lost and are desperately travelling in the wrong direction, working toward our own destruction. Spirituality is becoming something of a rarity, spiritual cleansing an almost impossibility. We have become a race of deniers and atheists, and needlessly so. Science is not the death of religion, nor is religion a tarnish to science. They are merely seperate entities, like the sense of smell and that of taste. They have aspects that relate to each other, yet one cannot dictate the other's existence.

So where do we find happiness? Where do we finally become the Ubermensch? More important of a question: are we able to attain this lofty perch, or have we denied and outlived our opportunity?

I think that the grace of God is our opportunity. He is a strength to us, and a guiding light. Those who walk toward the light will be following the proper direction, for He is a strong and wise master to us. He guides us away from our sins, and leads us toward our salvation. The spirit must be pure to be strong. We must forget our sins once repented, once cleansed, and move on to something greater.

We must argue in circles before we can find the one detail that was overlooked which will lead us out of the cycle. Every argument, no matter how much of a cycle it becomes, has a conclusion. Empirical study has made this event more difficult, which would make it all the more worthwhile and rewarding to struggle with.

So the human repetition continues. One could theorize that we have already transcended, been rewarded, and then became bored of our lofty perch and climbed back down. So perhaps we are returning to Plato's world of ideas for what might not be the first time. Have a comfortable journey.

And yes, I realize that it is odd that I both am a firm believer and God and also a believer in the philosophies of Nietzsche.

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Scotland's Conquest Of The World!!

Posted 26 January 2002, 2.13 pm by Craig

Did you know that Scotland is going to rid the world of all you vermin!! Click Here to find out more...

This proves that the rAt Manifesto is all wrong... Sorry Kev, guess your not going to rule the world after all:)

Thrice - Identity Crisis

Posted 24 January 2002, 10.04 pm by Berly

Writing a music review is difficult for me. When I turn to you and say “This Rocks!”, I mean all kinds of things. The problem is, all of those great adjectives others use to describe music are lost on this reviewer, and this band. The fact that I’m even trying should indicate to you people how much adoration I have for Thrice.

I’m going to start by citing some text from subcity.net’s description of the band:

“Thrice is an anomaly; a sublime conglomeration of kick-ass, blood-pumping music, combined with the lyrical phrasing of a literary wordsmith. Their powerful, driving beats and buzz-saw riffs will literally leave you covered with goose bumps, and their melodic hooks and pensive lyrics will dare you to look inward.”

Subcity distributes the cd, but I couldn’t agree more with this description. This is a group of 4, that formed in August of 1988. As I understand it, they are from Irvine, California. Three short months later, they pressed and distributed their own EP entitled “First Impressions”. A friend of mine sat me down one night, placed this EP in the player and watched as I stared at it in awe for the duration. You can’t escape the vocals, the bass, the superb drumming, and tight guitars. After hearing “Identity Crisis”, I had to own my own copy. Once the initial uniqueness of the music settles within you, the lyrics can be focused on - and what a treat those are! I think my favorite song from Identity Crisis (at least this week) is “To What End”.

I resist labeling Thrice. I don’t want to call them punk, emo, thrash or metal. They don’t fit into any of those categories comfortably. From reading around, others have compared them to Boy Sets Fire, Death By Stero, Good Riddance, AFI, Iron Maiden and Metallica. I guess that is fair, but still not adequate.

“But still there's the soul . . . the indescribable feeling you get when you hear this record, and the almost physical presence of the intense effort that was poured into it.” - Subcity.net

This band tours tirelessly. I have yet to see them live, and that is simply no ones fault but my own. They would rather skip a good nights sleep than miss a venue and an opportunity to reach their fans. I’m looking forward to a record-release show (new album “Illusion of Safety to be released February 5, 2002) they have scheduled on February 7, 2002. To quote from their website: “...and we'll have some fun, play new songs, and scare the patrons of Triangle Square on the 7th.” How can I resist that? The playful yet fiercely dedicated soul that is this band shines through in their recordings and live performances. PunkROCKS.net quotes Riley and Eddie when referring to their shows as follows: “Riley claims, "Lots of energy, sweating, and singing along," while Eddie adds, "Basically it's like crazy people playing tennis."

So, my apologies to those of you subjected to my poor reviewing skills. As a consolation, I am offering to purchase from Amazon.com 2 copies of “Identity Crisis”. The first two people to leave a comment here indicating they would like to give this band a listen, will be contacted by me for an address to have this cd delivered to them.

"This Rocks!"

Dustin Kensure - Vocals/Guitar
Riley Beckenridge - Drums/Vocals
Eddie Beckenridge - Bass/Vocals
Teppei Teranishi - Guitar/Vocals

Really Strange

Posted 24 January 2002, 7.04 pm by Alexander

In my continual quest to break out of the continual cycle of E/N sites, I often find myself in uncharted territory. This is great. I love seeing people fuck up html, javascript and css to produce really cool and surprising effects.

First of all check out www.absurd.org. Then take a deep breath and click www.jodi.org.

Utterly excellent.

Good Times

Posted 24 January 2002, 12.47 am by The_Roach

I lead a fairly dull, normal life. Up until just recently I have been very satisfied with it. I wake up in the morning to some rather loud music, take a shower, check up on various goings-on around the net, and leave for work. Once there, I pull my hair out for several hours doing a job that I love so much it hurts. After my day is complete, I take a couple of busses home, make my way over to the computer and work on various projects that I have involved myself in. Maybe I'll even have a drink or two.

Day in and day out, I follow the routine. Things weren't always this way, though. I used to spend a lot of time with friends, frequently recieving calls at four in the morning asking for assistance to keep so-and-so out of jail or to come hang out at some party. When I realized how I was floating through life, I decided to become more disciplined. I focused on my career, placed more emphasis on organizations with which I had involvement. Eventually, my buddies just stopped calling.

Now, on those rare occasions in which I venture out of my domicile for a purpose other than work, I don't know what to do. I'll go to a bar with three of my closest friends every Tuesday night and just stare at the walls. Everyone thinks I'm some kind of broken man, that I don't have anything to live for but work and profit and capitalism.

That, however, is not my desire. It isn't my goal. I want to be able to enjoy myself, but I can't. I'm not sure I know how anymore. Everytime I engage in some activity that I would have once found pleasure in, I taint it in my head. I find some flaw that prevents me from being affected by it in a postive way, find some pewter lining in cloud nine.

Am I afraid to let myself go, afraid that I might no longer accept the drudgery of everyday life? Afraid? No.

That word can't even begin to adequately describe the terror I feel.

Put some effort into it

Posted 23 January 2002, 10.42 pm by Villager

Every now and again I get the feeling that I have become a little.. stale. The feeling that I am slipping, slipping and sliding, having lost my grip on what's going on. When this happens, I take a look at my life, what I do each day, where my committments lie, where my energies are focused. If all is well, I refocus on what I'm doing and I push myself. The feeling of achievement, physical or psychological, when you set a target higher than usual and accomplish it, is quite something. Example? Revising my methods of study, trying new things, looking at different approaches. Or sport, training for that extra half hour to perfect the backhand volley.

If all is not well, though, I weed out the shit. If something no longer holds the appeal that made me take it up in the first place, then I adjust or change it. I make time to relax, to read, to walk in the rain and to do nothing. I periodically make the effort to decide whether I'm wasting my time at one thing or another; and it's surprising to find the frequency with which change is inspired by simple evaluation. Life is too short to spend time, especially if you have little free time, doing things which are either not to your benefit, or indeed to your displeasure. Don't do things for the sake of it. Your time is a resource, allocate it wisely.

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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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