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Everything I Want, Nothing I Need

Posted 16 January 2002, 9.23 pm by Berly

I have...

24 hour access to everything. Grocery stores, quick-e-marts, gas stations, copy centers, liquor stores, atm machines, television programming, radio programming, movie theaters and internet access. I live in a time where telephone service is available to passengers flying in a plane...even if they don't have their very own cell phone.

Chia pets, t.v. dinners, Dirty Girl massage oil, those magnets for the dishwasher that say "clean" on one side and "dirty" on the other, remote controls that do everything, although I've yet to meet the person that actually uses every single function. I live in a time when most automobiles on the road with me have a better entertainment center than my home.

I can't even begin to describe the things available to me via the internet. I mean, I can order a custom made carpet and wood "Kitty Kabin" for my pet, if I want.

All of this, technological advancements, improvements, are all intended to make life easier. Make life all the better. In some cases, they do. I can't deny that I prefer my microwave oven over my conventional oven.


Love gone wrong still hurts. "1 hour photo" really takes 3 hours. I still don't have anything to prevent me from being misunderstood. I don't have anything to comfort a friend who's child is being taken by cancer. I still can't tell some lies from truth. I don't have a way to cram 3 more hours into my day. I still make mistakes. I don't know what the future holds.


Life is good. Not necessarily better, but good.

Friends Reunited

Posted 16 January 2002, 8.40 pm by Alexander

If you really want to feel inadequate, why not find out where all your school friends are now? Chances are they're all married with children and are working for IBM in Abu Dabi making a killing.

That's what Friends Reunited intends to do. You don't get all the features without paying money, but you can still add your details and search for your buddies.

Like I say though, unless you're a genetic engineer married to a model in Beverly Hills, it's a depressing experience.

Pitch Black

Posted 16 January 2002, 8.16 pm by Alexander

I must admit, Pitch Black wasn't my first choice of film, but I'd heard a few good things about it, so I rented that bad sucker last friday night.

The plot is fairly standard - a ship crashlands on a planet with three suns, the survivors include a dangerous psychopath (Vin Diesel - scary man). He's had his eyes surgically modified so that he can't stand bright light, by way of a punishment in prison. It also means he can see in the dark. The basic premise is that predator/alien style creatures hide in the dark catacombs under the planets surface, and they only come out at night.

The really bad news? There's a total eclipse coming up. The really bad news? There are millions of these pterodactyl-type bastards.

So, the pilot woman (irritating, used to be in Neighbours) has to rely on our Vin to navigate them from the crash site to an abandoned outpost where an emergency ship is waiting.

Best bit? Diesel ripping one of the creatures to bits with his bare hands. Worst bit? Australian actors. I know Aus only has a small population, but why do they have so few actors that they have to keep recycling them? Harold Bishop was in Braindead for chrissakes.

So yeah. Worth a view, but pretty run of the mill stuff. Makes you even more scared of the dark than you were before.

Welcome to the reviews section

Posted 16 January 2002, 5.39 pm by Alexander

Here is where you'll find reviews of books, movies, art, games, gadgets, sites etc. old and new.

If you want to write for this section, email

Welcome to the Links section

Posted 16 January 2002, 5.37 pm by Alexander

Here is where you're gonna hopefully find posts about cool, funny and informative links from all over the net.

Want to post here? Email


Posted 15 January 2002, 11.53 pm by Villager

Ever get the feeling you're just a passenger, in life? I get that a lot. Not just when I'm drunk, either, although being drunk is a good example. The feeling of having very little control - or will - over what's going on, and the feeling that you're just not feeling things that you should be. Be it sitting in the pub midway through your fifth pint of Stella, or sitting on the bus on the way to work, that feeling that a whole other world is 'going on' is always there.

Once upon a time I might have put it down to thinking that I was missing out on something - God knows what - perhaps it was youthful ignorance and enthusiasm for the new world I had yet to explore. But I know what life is now, I know what will and wont disappoint me, the extent to which i can be surprised in the Big Wide World - and yet I still seem like a passenger. Perhaps it's because I'm not as socially-minded as a lot of people, and I am sometimes jealous of the interaction some people seem to enjoy all the time. But then I remember why I'm not so socially-minded.

Because I don't enjoy the average person's company as much as I would like. Why then, this almost nostalgic observation of people, of simple interactions that I take no notice of when I am a part of them? Of watching a busy high street, or a crowded cafeteria, or a park, or a shop.. and feeling utterly detached from everything that goes on? You know what the weirdest thing is? I don't even know if I'm happy about it - or not.

Still here.

Posted 15 January 2002, 8.45 pm by Alexander

Recently, I've noticed something that I thought would never happen has started itself in motion.

The net is losing it's novelty.

Sure I spend most of my freetime connected, but more frequently than ever interaction with other online people leaves me depressed, frustrated, or angry. I find myself going around in ever decreasing circles, with as the center. I just get the feeling I've seen everything. I worked for a death site for 3 months, one day I viewed roughly 1500 images of dead people. That was boring. I just know there's more out there. The internet is immense, why do I only have 20 sites on my favourites list?

I feel like I've grown up in a small secluded village, and I've grown up. I want to leave and see what exists past my garden gate.

P.S. If you want to write for this site, mail me. I'm looking for front page writers, and writers for new sections reviewing movies, music and books. I'll explain more to those who express an interest.

On the Human Purpose

Posted 12 January 2002, 6.56 pm by Shaggy

Every human being has an aim. Whether it be benign or malignant, preposterous or rational, there is a tiny passion inside even the most inanimate of the living which is a driving force: a mother strives to protect her child, a father strives to educate his young, the philosopher strives to see the most of wisdom. The inanimate strive to survive, or they perish. The perishable strive to see a better world on the other side.

It is this "aim" in which humanity survives. If one has a purpose, whatever the case may be, one will exist that much longer to see it through, even if that passion is not horribly not constructive. The alcoholic lives to see another empty bottle, the television addict strives to see another showcase, the pessimist lives to prove how terrible the world is.

In the "aim" we are united. Yet, in this very unity, we have very many subcategories that divide us. One person's aim can be the very destruction of another. It is this unity of well-being that has led to many sociological and political issues. How does that which will destroy be avoided?

Violence is the easiest concept that the human condition must shed. Passionate discharge is followed by discharge is followed by discharge. The angry begat the angered, and the circle, once begun, is never solved. An action that presupposes itself can never be destroyed unless the original action ceases.

This is the problem: never, in the history of humanity, has one person ever been able to have enough stature as to make the entire world listen to his/her very words, and to follow. So the end of violence must not come from the advice of any human: it must come from a source that we can all share and worship. Fascism leads to jealousy, unless the leader who rules us all is not of the human race. It is highly impossible that we will ever find a leader in the animal kingdom. Thus, we must worship the cross, the Kabballa, the Koran, the Latin Vulgate, the Old Testament, Mathematics, and any such dogma, religious or otherwise, in the hopes that it is not rooted in lies, and that we will be visited by that which can deliver us from our selves.

And so we wait together.

Yet what if we can provoke this ethereal and surreal creature to come to our aid? Our pleads and prayers have, as of yet, kept us from a second coming of any such omnipotent creator, but we truly need divine intervention. Yet, if what we are told is true, the second coming may very well be the end of the human race.

Is it possible that our only salvation is through our own destruction?

Another possibility is in a message which is not delivered by this creator Himself, but rather from an intermediary. The writer often finds himself staring back at words that might not seem his own. This sort of "possession" could lead mankind to trust a message even if it is delivered from his/her own faulty race.

Yet how do we convince the entire world that a message is not altered, and has, indeed, been passed directly from another race, of divinities, and is merely "passed on" to the hands and lips of the human intermediary?

This is also a difficult prospect, for often the most bold of claims can be seen as mental disorder, or cerebral chaos. How do we trust our own flesh?

Simply put, I cannot see any way that even I could trust my own kind. We are a faulty bunch, and thus not prone to be trusted. All that is lacking for world peace is a universal message, and yet this is the most impractible of all events. For the message cannot pass from lips, but from the air around us, from the ground underneath our feet, or from the clouds above our heads. We need the Mother to call unto us, and beg us of our mercy. And yet, we have often heard this cry. The earth is passing into failing, and yet still some cling to their guns, their nuclear weapons, and their knives. Even fists must be rid in order for our Mother to be soothed, but there is no prospect for the loss of these things.

So, even though I know it to be only to be disregarded, I beseech all of Earth to hear our Mother's cry, to not wait until the seond coming to hear of violence's hideous and insipid circle of torture before you lay down your arms.

I fear the Earth has not much more patience for us as it stands now, let alone if we tempt her even further.

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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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