Thursday, January 17, 2002
Like folksy guitar but more dissonant. And people screaming into the mic.
Labels:
blind guardian,
power metal
The Very Secret Diary of the Fellowship of the Rings has been updated. Pippin. Go pippin. Apparently this Cassie Claire person is the famous Harry Potter fanfic author. Of "Draco Dormiens" fame. Wow, didn't know it was her.
I'm taking personal offense at people not coming to the psych experiment. Wankers. I have friends, supposedly, so the least you could do if you're staying after school is drop by for 15 minutes.
As opposed to trying to spend those 15 minutes trying to figure out whether some shards are plastic or ceramics. Wankers. And DON'T say that you're going home and you can't come if you AREN'T going home and you're RIGHT NEXT DOOR for god's sake!
Bah.
Btw, Nick, thanks for the Discworld..
As opposed to trying to spend those 15 minutes trying to figure out whether some shards are plastic or ceramics. Wankers. And DON'T say that you're going home and you can't come if you AREN'T going home and you're RIGHT NEXT DOOR for god's sake!
Bah.
Btw, Nick, thanks for the Discworld..
Wednesday, January 16, 2002
All alone.. without my Terry Pratchett... good thing I have my... calculus...
bah.
bah.
Labels:
calculus,
Discworld,
Terry Pratchett
Ways to tell that you're in the IB. A contribution to Nick's list. After I smack him in advance for not bringing Discworld tomorrow so I get to sit at the ride-on bus stop all cold and lonely with that weird guy with the creepy eyebrows.
You know you're IB when you're bourgeois and you can spell it.
(not that I can)
You know you're IB when you're bourgeois and you can spell it.
(not that I can)
neeed... moreeeee.. disssscwwwooorlllld... Whaddya wanna bet Nick is gonna forget "Jingo" tomorrow? I should remind him. Loudly. Wolfgang is kinda cute. In a deranged homicidal werewolf type way. Yes, I finished "Fifth Elephant", which actually has nothing to do with an elephant. Watch me flunk my math test tomorrow too. Too many tests. It's not that I don't care, it's just that it wouldn't surprise me. BTW, yes, frictional coefficient is 2.3. They should have something for books called a "fictional coefficient" represented by the made up Greek letter "Moo", the amount by which disbelief is suspended. If it's 0, the thing slides right down. If it's.. say.. 2.3, disbelief is not only not suspended, it plummets through the center of the earth and out the other side. It's not a measurement of how outlandish a book is, just how well the writer can carry it off. Like, Discworld is fine, despite it hurting my head whenever I think of a world without a horizon. But some novels really push it... "Look! A giant ferret falls out the sky and rips the villain to shreds!" (I swear to God I'm not making this up) ... "Look! My wand has a never-before-mentioned unique quality of creating beams of golden light when the Bad Guy comes!" Fictional coefficient times the mass of the book = the amount of force needed to get me to read the damn thing.
Tuesday, January 15, 2002
Downloading Lord of the Rings soundtrack stuff from Morpheus. Because I'm too cheap to get the actual soundtrack. Ooh. I love the Evil music.
Labels:
Lord of the Rings,
Morpheus,
pirates
People are uploading from me on Morpheus. I feel so loved, even if they are cancelling their downloads halfway through.
Labels:
Morpheus
I'm The Lord of the Rings Character Test!
I like to think that everyone is really a character in my strange fictional world - I don't care if no-one outside it has a clue what I'm on about.
Labels:
Lord of the Rings
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