Good ‘ol HateSpiral.

There are points during the night where the mind wanders to strange places.

Sometimes we desire to create. To carve rock from the sandy pits of riverside caves. To split flint into sharp edges and so divide our realities into things cut and uncut. We build upon what we build, from boneshaped axes to satellites, an inexorable path towards complexity. Spitting in the face on entropy. I want to go to the wilderness. I want to spear fish. I want to build a fire outside the mouth of a cave. Trek across the savannah. Carve a place to be under the stars. But instead I’m writing this on my computer. I just came back inside from the porch, where I’m reading an Erikson novel under the outside light. It’s 12:47am.

So these are my pithy words. They probably read as very young. Very… trying-to-be-profound. Maybe too many people have wanted to stick this out there before. I never seem to share my really original ideas, probably because I’m afraid that those original concepts aren’t. It’s fucking hard to think of new shit, after all. How many times have philosophical concepts about society been hashed and rehashed? How arrogant to think I’m going to come up with something new about humanity. We don’t change that much, after all. We have the two classes: The Powerful, and The Weak.

Seen some fun demonstrations of that over in NZ recently. (Yes, I’m going to spew bile about politics. Fuck you, it’s my party and I can whinge if I want to).

What the Fuck is this? THIS is our PM? White, Rich, in a green leather chair? Good gods, he even LOOKS like a villain.

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North Korea Threatens “merciless military measures” v S-Korea.

Offical ambassador of N-Korea releases video detailing Kim Jong Il’s position on recent diplomacy.

\”I\’m a Korean\” – Patriotic Video.

This isn’t really a new strategy from the North. They lack any kind of real military power, but think bluster and overconfidence will carry them through.

The real reason noone actually attacks them is that they’d feel embarassed beating up on Kim. He’s kinda funny, after all.

He's a Korean.

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Regressing to the mean

Well, after an exciting fun filled fresher’s week, it goes without saying, things should go back to normal, which means my luck is back to crap and then some. If anyone was a fan of Married with Children growing up, you might have heard of the Bundy Curse. The Bundy Curse was like a rubber band. Whatever good luck Al received, he would have to pay it back with an equal amount of bad luck. I try not to be so cynical but my history is without reproach. However, unlike Al, I don’t have a dead end job. But really, being a student again isn’t much better.

Come on Cibo, smile. It’s not that bad.

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Wow, if I knew fleeing my country was going to be so much fun, I would have punched a cop before I left.

Finally, with a break in the action and after finally getting my business team to calm the fuck down about projects that are less work than writing a blog post, I am updating my blog. Well, I’m also writing because I watched my Haruhi videos and London pretty much shuts down at 12 AM except for the clubs; though have fun getting home with the night buses since the subway is closed. Took me an hour just to get a bus on Saturday.

15 MINUTE WAIT MY ASS!

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Packing hell into a box

So, I spent the last couple of weeks busy as shit trying to get things packed. It’s very hard for me to convey how momentous of a task that is. Before even embarking on this journey of shoving crap into my suitcase, I had to face the long menacing demon that has been a meddler in my escape from my confine for many moons. I had to first clean my goddamn room.

Not really that far off actually.

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It’s hard to maintain rage when you’re happy.

Thankfully, London is a shithole.

The steady, Orwellian decline of England’s citizen’s rights has been brutally fast of late. They took a leaf out of Bush’s book in terms of civil rights erosion under the pretext of “anti-terror”.

Curious term, anti-terror. I’m more scared of oppressive governments that terrorists these days. They take your freedoms one by one by one, and all the time tell you they’re keeping you safe. Far less honest than your typical terrorist, who will just kill you.

Seeing "elected" authorities act like this takes the mind to dark places.

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This is my happy face.

“PTTEP” can blow me. Blooooooow me.

Somehow, these idiots have managed to royally FUCK the Timor sea. Yeah, not just a small area, most of a SEA. Neato.

This is what happens when greedy fucktards drill for oil. They’ve managed to ruin an entire well, which is now pumping itself into the timor sea. This’ll continue for the next two months.

Pro Status.

"But oil's easy! We can make plastic with it! And shiny, shiny, shiny cars!"

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Escape From LA

Well, count-down one month and I’m fucking out of LA for business school in London. What better way to prepare by picking up the Street Fighter 4 Tournament Stick. I mean it’s only like 10 to 15 lbs and will probably cost like 30-40 bucks to ship but hey that’s ok. I can finally quit fucking up my focus attack dash cancel to ultra fireball; though it’s a Japanese style layout which has its own aggravations. And if you understood that, +5 KOOL KID POINTS!!

I seriously must have owned or used every fucking shitty ass game peripheral from

1988-1997

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Retardation in the UK (London Part 2)

I learned two things this week:

1) I really suck at counter-strike. Like man, my reaction time blows, probably from all the punches to the head or something. I am actually through obsessive enough to create an experimentation regiment using several online reaction tests and charting the data in excel to insure I can creditably argue I suck based on physical disabilities so I can get a “handicap gamertag". (Not joking, I’m thanking some god my reaction time is getting better.)

2) Learning British accounting is like dealing with anything British, shit is all fucking different when it just doesn’t need to be. Furthermore, all that stupid shit is completely fucking over your day. FOR FUCK’S SAKE WHAT IS UP WITH THE THREE COLUMNS ON THE FUCKING BALANCE SHEET!!!? I ALREADY HATE ACCOUNTING AS IS! AND NOW I HAVE TO RELEARN THE WHOLE FUCKING THING AGAIN?

Now these annoyances are probably not enough to make me go out of my way to write a post, but Scritty was kind of enough to call me a fag and I strongly suggested I should hurry the fuck up. As such, I’m writing part two of London time.

Union Gurren

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Mind the gap (London part 1)

Coming back to LA after 10 days in London, well, frankly sucks. The only plus is the weather in LA doesn’t blow. Outside of that, yeah I’m back in hell (and jet-lagged by 8 hours). It was also nice of my hopefully future university to put in a pass or get-the-fuck-out math test after I paid a 1000 pound deposit.

I then spent the week after I got back getting up to speed on my “maths”. Though, on the plus side, I’m pretty decent at the derivatives now. The next post will be a Haruhi regression analysis of my enjoyment with the show. Here’s a preview, it’s a DOWNWARD SLOPE!

Fuck the gap!

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