The AznGeek

The art of not dying is usually best represented by not getting hit. Don’t catch that disease. Don’t get shot. Don’t get stabbed. Prevention is better than cure as it were.

But people don’t always fight with weapons, but with words too.

It is better to avoid getting insulted rather than spend the next 15 hours and a nightmare where you wake up kicking and screaming convincing yourself that guy totally didn’t get to you.

I submit to you that you like modern armor and defensive doctrine, you deflect insults rather than take them in full force.

“You’re an animal!”
“As opposed to a plant? There’s nothing I’d rather be!”

I’m probably not supposed to do this but I am. You see, in uni they say that when you run into a dead end while figuring out how to program some shit, you should distract yourself or do something else and return to the problem afresh. Yeah, that’s totally what I’m doing.

So I was watching some christmas lights blinking in the office space and noticed that only two colours remain from the original four. I know it is impossible for all the lights of the same color to burn out at the same time so I conclude that they are connected in series. Which makes sense because you want them to blink in unison. So like our ancient forefathers who can draw life lessons from the most mundane things(like finishing your rice before all the dishes are laid out indicates you are rash/quartering a cow smoothly by avoiding all muscles means you should live life simply and avoiding complicated things(like love and politics)) I submit to you that YOU should live life like christmas lights. Stand together. But only until someone gives out. In which case you are free to throw in the towel.

This community message was provided to you by Life-Lessons: How not to learn one, the butcher who eats fast because he’s ravenous and can quarter 50 cows without replacing his blade.

ps: I figured out my programming problem… We should all make false life lessons. It’ll be fun. A running series of false lessons will rock.

ps2: Happy New Year, Merry Christmas, Happy Chinese New Year.

ps3: HAS TOO FEW GAMES RAWWR

**This started out as a short reply to Azngeek but has since been reworked (aka had a few extra sentences added haphazardly to somewhat give the false impression that this is an “article” of sorts) into a post on its own.**

Sup Azngk. I’d like to know more about the naked pillow fight mentioned in your post which chronicles.. well, you. Thanks.

In an effort to maintain the farce that this post is more than just comment-space worthy, I now will fill up the page a little more with random nonsense I now realize remember to be the building blocks of all my past posts.

I forgot my password to this site. Can’t blame my barely functional brain because it’s been a while. It seems that our non-existent readers are really non-existant now? Shame..

Hopefully any other blogs they visit bore them as regularly and effectively as ours did.

Which reminds me. I’ve stopped visiting blogs. Period. It feels like a phase I’m over.. Kinda like Digimon and Pokemon(or some other schoolday fad reference that I can’t think of). I wouldn’t mind suggestions if you are still actively reading blogs since I’m sure I stopped reading them solely on account of it feeling like a chore to get through them. I’ll start with the ones on the blogroll.

Guilt is setting in. If there were any readers left that sad excuse for a post would surely be the last thing they would want to read. I’d better address you non-existent (haha) readers directly. I might just start posting here semi regularly. It seems like I might have inadvertently come to a stage in my life where I need the limited but helpful therapeutic release of stress through my keyboard. I can’t even (at this point in time) pinpoint exactly where all this is coming from. It might be a collective overall kinda feeling from random unconnected parts of my being. Nevertheless it’ll be nice to not feel it as much.

I’ve forgotten how long posts can get until the reader/s (actual and fictional)  tune/s out and skips the whole thing. This is (tentatively) the end of the post. I’ll try and put something readable into my next posting effort. Thanks for listening anyway, people.

pSyCh

I think this is a fantastic poem. It’s by Linda Pastan

A little tongue and cheek.

Marks

My husband gives me an A
for last night’s supper,
an incomplete for my ironing,
a B plus in bed.
My son says I am average,
an average mother, but if
I put my mind to it
I could improve.
My daughter believes
in Pass/Fail and tells me
I pass. Wait ’til they learn
I’m dropping out.

Boredom seems to play an inherently important role in my life. Because I always get bored. Like now. Even though I’m supposed to be busy at this very moment, it comes creeping in.

This site has been reduced to a shadow of its former self. Not much love, and affection has gone into it. I blame my strained relationship with the keyboard, and how we have lost our intimacy. Not really.

I guess I still might have some readers out there. Now we are really spiraling fast into readers being non-existent though. So I’m just going to rant on a bit on my life, chronicling the big events of 2009 as I have not actually been here in a while.

Turned 21 this year. That was big. Well, was supposed to be big at least. It was fantastic in the sense that I got to see many naked women. They lined up in a row. And we had a pillow fight. It was fantastic.

This was also the year I moved on to greener pastures in the automobile part of my life. Yes. I drive a different car now. I’ll leave you guessing if I’ve not told you already.

This was also the year in which I technically went through the motions of going through the very final year of my undergraduate. I’m stepping into what will hopefully be a whole new adventure in the near future. If not, I will be highly disappointed, and you’ll obviously be seeing me trying to shake things up. Maybe pick up a religion or something along those lines. Or create a religion. I could always see myself with a hoard of zealot followers. That would be fun. Bow before the geek.

My thoughts seem to be disjointed. And there seems to be a discord in the flow of neutrons in the information superhighway I call my brain. I’m sure what I wrote had some truth in it. I’ll leave it for you to decide till I decide to come back for another rant.

Till then.

Cheers,
Azngeek

In peaceful villages, nestled in sun stroked valleys and beautiful rolling hills, live beautiful young women and their shy suitors who sing their praises but cannot find it in them to profess their love in front of them.

Serendipitously, villains commanding a sizable force of evil minions will catch wind of these girls’ attractiveness and mount a mission to kidnap them. Suitors will rise up and don their best hero gear and embark on their own heroic rescue  mission… at the castle the kidnapper they seek resides.

Curiously, the kidnapper is invariably a dragon, which has absolutely no use for a young maiden in captivity and has direct connotations of royalty, being present in royal banners in various cultures. They live in a castle, which a dragon again has no use for and are more likely to choose a cave which has a short, quick exit to the sky rather than long winding corridors laden with death traps and roofed throughout the way.

Is the dragon actually a metaphor for greedy lusty kings with appetite for young maidens in their domain? It wouldn’t be unthinkable for a king to send his men to gather up pretty girls for his harem.

REGARDLESS, if you agree so far you have lost the game. The need to read between the lines and one-up your fellow man by making such ‘deep’ interpretations does not make you cultured or artistic; it makes you a spoil sport. Such views have no room in serious conversation and only serves to derail what language has always failed to do: communicate.

Ahem, IN CONCLUSION MEN LIKE TO FANTASIZE ABOUT SAVING DAMSELS IN DISTRESS.

People sometimes don’t listen to me. They cut me off mid sentence or interrupt me while I’m making a point. It happens more often than I observe when other people in a group talk. They go back and forth like they rehearsed it before. Sort of like tv. It’s kinda uncanny. Maybe I speak too softly. But it sounds loud enough to me.

I can say something that somehow everyone pretends not to hear or just skips over like I haven’t said anything. It’s like how one of your companions in Neverwinter Nights would comment on a situation and everyone just gets on with the conversation that would happen exactly as when that character wasn’t brought along.

I prefer to shut up and listen in a group. Sometimes minus the listen part. I imagine I need to learn a higher form of societal interaction. For example, compulsive lying and/or chronic brown nosing. Agree with everything being said. At higher levels, use superlatives and extremes. Advanced communication techniques such as replying to a question with a question. Most famously the phrase “What do you think?” Buying time to formulate an answer by repeating the whole thing that’s just been said and adding “is cool” at the back.

Before you know it I’ll have made president!