the sleep ritual

cigarettes and chocolate milk, rufus wainwright

2006-05-25T15:16:00.000+05:30

yeah, pscht, whatever, i don't care anymore.i caved on the boycott and watched the worst final ever but for the few beautiful glimpses of Elliott. it really was the most uninspired final in the history of idol.the finale, on the other hand, is looking up. for elric, because baldy sings with live. for me, for the E-train. oh there's Prince! and all kinds of other madness, they out do themselves

flickr boy

2006-05-17T17:20:00.000+05:30

drac: /me prods sagedrac: do you or the Gummy bear know about digital cameras?sage: ooh er... no man.sage: i don't get all this pixel stuff. why?drac: shopping around for one :Dsage: woooo fancydrac: need to get it before I go to SL, for obvious reasonssage: OMG timmy, are you gonna get a Flickr account?!?!?!?!? drac: GOOD LORD NOdrac: /me hyperventilates at the thoughtsage: shoore

the littlest birds, the be good tanyas

2006-05-17T15:43:00.000+05:30

warning: this post reeks of idol conspiracy theories.Clive Davis is a wanker! he felt up Springsteen for Taylor Hicks and spewed out some anal obscure song at Elliot Yamin.say it with me now - Clive Davis is a wanker. g'wan. you know you want to.Taylor Hicks got the pimp spot, that is, he went last. let's face it, the whole night was the red light district for the guy.Elliot Yamin got the

the w.a.n.d., the flaming lips

2006-05-15T16:20:00.000+05:30

my right hand is busy peeling the sunburnt skin off my nose and the countless hours of sea, sand and floating about without any purpose and then being forced to come back to _this_ has affected my sentence writing skillz, so here's to some link pimping. because i know a lot about popular culture that i must share lest you fail to realise how cool i am. come see how cool i am. here's the proof.

vote like Yamin it!

2006-05-10T23:24:00.000+05:30

omg. after elliot's second performance tonight, ryan seacrest goes, elliot yamin, playing for the win. omg omg. does ryan seacrest read my blog?! i completely lost it, blew a neuron, the whole nine yards. i was all like, OMG OMG OMG ELLIOT FOR THE WIN, PLAYING FOR THE WIN, FTW FTW FTW FTW FTW!!!!1111111oneoneone. FTW FTW *gasp* FTW *choke* FTW FTWFTWFTWFTW! CRAZY STUFF!!le sigh. yet another idol

mad talent. crazeeeh sexaaah. elliot FTW.

2006-04-26T12:05:00.000+05:30

edit:marduk: w00t! vote for Elliot!sage: vote for elliot!marduk: vote for elliot! use vlc!sage: stupid bald man was good too. damn him.marduk: now now, do not stray sage. focus. focus on elliot.sage: i'm focused! but damn that bald man. he's gonna steal elliot's votes.marduk: then, there's only one course of action sage.marduk: he must be killed.sage: YES! kill HIM!marduk: w00t vote for elliot!

these photographs, joshua radin

2006-04-08T10:45:00.000+05:30

i can't download music at work so i usually resort to mass torrenting albums at home and smuggling them onto my machine. more often than not, i forget my flash drive, after which it's only a matter of time before i start twitching and writhing and thirsting for any new sound. launchcast is teh slowz0rs.props to digitalmud who has a rawking play button on his blog, hooked up to some pretty decent

people aint no good, nick cave and the bad seeds

2006-03-27T09:59:00.000+05:30

sage: i have redecorated!sage: i'm pretending to look very WP, i hope people get confused :Ddrac: we like!sage: and now my favourite bash quote of all time.he thinks because we idle 4 of the same channelswe're somehow friendsi dont even know how it started.a casual glance herea soft touch theregentle, warm and caring chatting.brokeback irc.i wish i knew how to /quit youit's so lame, i

muchas smoochas por el conKISStador!

2006-03-25T10:27:00.000+05:30

so this morning the power dies, then everyone's computers die followed by the usual unanimous awwwwwww. i don't join of course, because i happened to be shuffling through my RSS reader of choice (which, for some mysterious reason, hates drac's snippets feed - holler if it works for you kthx) so i had no qualms about losing my "work". ahem. after rebooting, Y! IM seems to be buggered, but then

capturing moods, rilo kiley

2006-03-19T00:22:00.000+05:30

i've been told my blog self is very different to my self. i don't know what to do with that, or i don't know what that means. presumably, if it weren't different, i wouldn't need a blog to begin with. kthx.it's a lot like finding out that blogger's spell checker doesn't accept the word 'blog'. i mean, what does that even mean? like, in the scheme of things?to put things in perspective, i leave

at the bottom of everything, bright eyes

2006-03-15T11:07:00.000+05:30

random person: why did you cut your hair?me: i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.random person: how come you drink so much Coke?me: i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.random person: why can't you sleep?me: i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.random person: why Conor Oberst?me: i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.or IMOTIES.it's so

land locked blues, bright eyes

2006-03-13T11:39:00.000+05:30

forge (3/2/2006 4:51:23 PM): now, if you will excuse me, I need to go Loom Ominously On The Balcony While Drinking Coffee and Blow Smoke Mournfully Over The Treetops.forge (3/2/2006 4:52:01 PM): or LOOT-BaWD-CaBS-MOTTforge (3/2/2006 4:52:22 PM): he abbreviated, awkwardly.sage (3/2/2006 4:52:41 PM): and you do that so well, too. someone should award you.

sing me spanish techno, new pornographers

2006-03-06T11:34:00.000+05:30

jarheadthere's a scene in which jake gyllenhaal wears two santa hats.one of them is on top of his head, as shown in the picture.good movie.

the movement of a hand, bright eyes

2006-03-04T22:40:00.000+05:30

in a fit of boredom, i went for a drastic change. only it doesn't stay as well as it does in the picture, i'm not as cute as her and it's just one colour - brown.so this me, cheering myself up. here's some stuff you may not have known. Conor Oberst was born on the 15th of february, 1980 rolling stone called him "rock's boy genius". a compliment surely, but then again... according to him,

something vague, bright eyes

2006-03-02T00:41:00.000+05:30

would it be too lame to state that Conor Oberst is my favourite poet? are poets allowed to sing their poetry while we stare at them vacantly, slowly dying inside?a poem i like would floor me, revive me, creep into my soul, breed, multiply and then live there forever.the dark, hypnotic, beautiful, utterly weird and neurotic Conor does that to me. every single damn painful time, every single

the good that won't come out, rilo kiley

2006-02-13T09:54:00.000+05:30

i bought shoes (heels) which i'm wearing today and i can't walk straight. i must persevere.i find it difficult to smile at people; strangers. at best i can manage contorted facial expressions. it's embarrassing.

she sends kisses, the wrens

2006-02-02T00:50:00.000+05:30

my notebook, the once famed baby tosh is back, after several dank and dusty months spent at the insert-relevant-notebook-repair-center-here with it's insides strewn all over no doubt. oh joy, the depression is over! however, all the excitement was dulled by the discovery of a no longer functioning wireless access point.getting online thus far as taken a grand total of two hours and some big time

flower, liz phair

2006-01-29T18:04:00.000+05:30

i don't know how often this happens, because i don't always get to watch tennis award ceremonies, but it's possibly the first time i've seen roger federer sputter and cry like that. if he's so emotional winning this australian open (his first third consecutive grand slam), i can't imagine what it would do to him if he won the french.enter from nowhere, marcos baghdatis, also known as the breath

christmas card from a hooker in minneapolis, tom waits

2006-01-05T10:26:00.000+05:30

repsect your notebook repair center. be nice, smile and ask very very nicely if they can replace your motherboard and somehow not manage to format your hard disk. when the whole process takes over two months... laugh it off and tell them it's fine. never mind the anguish and pain, the resentment and seething, the boredom and misery. never mind the cold lonely nights spent sticking pins in straw

gallery girl, elefant

2005-12-17T23:44:00.000+05:30

spending the whole day doing girly things is tiring. just when i was sinking my paws into some good clean coding fun, it was cut short. by none other than more girly shit.so to make up for all this i whipped out some wires, surface mount jacks, my toolbox and proceeded to do some good 'ol phone line rewiring... which i had already done days ago when the entire system in the house failed due to

perfect world, liz phair

2005-12-12T16:33:00.000+05:30

Home is very ordinaryI know I was born to lead a double lifeOf murder, strife, and miseryAnd when I find it, I know I'll make sense of me [...]eventually, her sentences run into each other so smoothly that they become this noise. this low monotonous self-pitying horrible noise. i have to sing to myself to drown it out of my head as i frantically search for my mp3 player which had run out of

baldrick, have you been to the diesel oil again?

2005-11-29T20:19:00.000+05:30

(20:31:54) drac: ooh, you're using Gaim(20:31:56) drac: how cool(20:32:55) sage: oh yeah, Gaim was the solution 'cos i can't install GTalk on my pathetic win '98 pc at home (christened Gilbert Fitz in a moment of weakness)(20:34:59) drac: I find it incredible that you're online(20:35:11) drac: you're like ... behaving all normal and stuff(20:35:14) drac: I hardly know ye(20:35:54) sage: this

eleanor, low millions

2005-11-26T09:30:00.000+05:30

i came across this _uberneat_ blog a while ago, and kinda lost myself in the archives. it wasn't too long before i discovered that what i had assumed to be a guy was actually a girl. a pretty cute SL-an girl who refers to emo/indie tracks. you've no idea how rare that is. i think i envy her. then again, i envy everyone in some way or another. well... almost everyone. i had planned on scouring her

midnight children, soundtrack of our lives

2005-11-21T14:26:00.000+05:30

i hate that there exists people in this world that can make me doubt my naivety.i love that a song and my mind can reaffirm it.

NetBeans took advantage of me

2005-11-18T17:09:00.000+05:30

NetBeans took advantage of me; it installed TomCat on the sly!i'm editing this post to give it a little context.i installed Sun's Java Application Server. it's all hunky-dory and naturally, i now want the NetBeans IDE because i'm saving Eclipse for later.it turns out that the IDE

hang on sloopy, the mccoys

2005-11-14T09:43:00.000+05:30

despite his misery and loneliness, what confounds me is frankenstein's lack of inclination toward suicide.i like the idea of jotting things down in a notebook; things about the torture of minds. what scares me is that no one would ever read it.

mad world, michael andrews

2005-11-07T11:25:00.000+05:30

so i'm sitting here trying to decide whether to send myself an e-mail time capsule. they have denominations of one, three, five, ten and twenty years. i doubt very much i'd have the same e-mail address in twenty years; if i did, i'd probably want to tell myself to change it as soon as possible. i mean come on, i can barely stick to one pair of glasses for more than a few months.it might be

song against sex, neutral milk hotel

2005-11-03T09:09:00.000+05:30

omg... is that a bare chested jake gyllenhaal wearing dog tags and a santa claus hat? omg, it is! omg omg. swoon, drool.and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how every morning should start.

useless inventions, guided by voices

2005-10-31T17:57:00.000+05:30

i've decided to stop wearing my glasses... the world looks nicer blurry.marduk (10/31/2005 4:13:14 PM): apparently is your line?marduk (10/31/2005 4:13:26 PM): you can't just go claiming lines like that...!sage (10/31/2005 4:13:35 PM): dude, it's SO my line.sage (10/31/2005 4:13:45 PM): you blatantly stole it.marduk (10/31/2005 4:14:17 PM): dude, it's so NOT!marduk (10/31/2005 4:

know your onion!, the shins

2005-10-31T13:31:00.000+05:30

the glorified halloween isn't scary anymore, it's the little things that freak me out.this morning, i got a text message which introduced it's arrival with two very screechy beeps bearing a happy halloween greeting enthusiastically slapped across the screen in capital letters adorned with exclamation marks. now that was scary.in other news, the universe is conspiring with all kinds of entities to

sold!, enon

2005-10-27T09:13:00.000+05:30

it serves me right - my notebook is now dead. i was hoping against hope it would be the power adapter, but those suspicions were thwarted soon enough. the guy at the repair place actually accused me of spilling something on it; needless to say i was very insulted.what we can conclude from this is that the bot is officially dead, a fact that's all too delightful to certain inhabitants of the

good intentions, toad the wet sprocket

2005-10-26T08:29:00.000+05:30

but life gives little relief, give us reprieve.and when everyone is cold as ice, i clinch my fists and close my eyes. imagining the world outside, but i can see that i'm not blind.i writhe in every atom of pain that hangs in the air. i like staring into that seemingly empty space in the distance. in it i see a whirlpool of emotion, and then sometimes none; stoic. i drown in self pity, i don't

sugar we're going down, fall out boy

2005-10-21T09:59:00.000+05:30

leaving my notebook on all day long and all day night without a battery or voltage regulator is suicide. now i'm suicidal enough to use a wireless access point without an encryption key, stick my machine in the DMZ having disabled all firewalls and run IIS, but there's no way in hell i'm putting my hard disk at risk again. the crash of '05 was painful enough. so i usually leave it on all night

puella quam amo est pulchra, bright eyes

2005-10-19T22:39:00.000+05:30

it supposedly translates to i love how this girl is beautiful [clicky lyrics] but i think there's something lost in translation there. i might try learning latin online, purely with the intention of soaking up that title. i'd probably get bored after having wasted an hour.yes, conor's back. we know not why or when it happens, yet it does. winamp undergoes a little culture shock and the we <3

girl, beck

2005-10-18T23:06:00.001+05:30

Which File Extension are You?

new face of zero & one, new pornographers

2005-10-13T23:21:00.000+05:30

ROCKET LAUNCHERS!there's nothing like a little tinkering with the bot, summa that moosic and a helluva lot of rain to put you in a good mood.she's an oogly hacked up little thang, the bot. if i were to draw her, she'd have a killer body and a meh face. i initially wanted to model her after this one bot i met on one of my random stalkfests; his name was Wyldfire. nostalgic memories of late nights

of angels and angles, the decemberists

2005-10-12T23:08:00.000+05:30

they gazed at the girl who was far, far away. they watched as she entered her lost world, eyes ablaze with curiosity. her heart skipped a beat but they couldn't feel it, because they weren't allowed to feel anything. they could sense it.she took the first step forward. the second. the third. she asked for directions. watching her in her lost world, they carried it as they would a curse; heavy on

anxious arms, the jealous sound

2005-10-07T23:14:00.000+05:30

You scored as Commander Samuel Vimes. You are Samuel Vimes! Captain of Ankh-Morpork's city Watch! You are a knight, married to the very wealthy, noble lady Sybil Ramkin. You often walk the streets at night, and are able to tell where you are by the feel of the cobbles under your boots. You always do what is right - that is, what needs to be done - to keep the city safe, even when it seems

me and mia, ted leo and the pharmacists

2005-10-03T15:51:00.000+05:30

12:52 pm : what seems like the silhouette of a man is spotted on what seems like a treadmill in a far away window.12:57 pm : said window is identified as belonging to a gym, on possibly the eighth floor below a canteen of sorts.01:00 pm : the man is christened Hans.01:01 pm : Hans is really going at it. we look upon him with newfound respect.01:02 pm : Hans makes stretching like movements. rather

bang theory, world leader pretend

2005-10-03T15:33:00.000+05:30

the weekends are too short. the nights don't have enough hours anymore.yesterday was one of those days... you know... weird. you're speeding along on a bicycle as fast as you can until eventually the peddles gain enough momentum to start turning themselves... day folds into night in one of those fast forward motion clips and before you know it, you're on the other side of the world, pain soaring

can't stand me now, the libertines

2005-09-22T08:45:00.000+05:30

the intro to the song is frickin amazing! yes, i said frickin dammit. get over it. according to chandler, frickin is fried chicken. fried chickin amazing!w00t to the sloth (who is currently brooding) for sending the track over to me.i could extract just the beginning and listen it to it play over and over and over again, full on volume. in fact, i think i'll go do that right now.before that,

fond farewell, elliot smith

2005-09-19T00:22:00.000+05:30

it's been one of those days where your key doesn't quite fit into the keyhole on the first try. you know it's the right key, you know it's the right door, but it just doesn't fit. getting mad and ramming it in doesn't help either.i went for dinner, but i wasn't there. i followed aimlessly in their wake and spaced out on every possible occasion. i stared out the window and looked up at the sky. i

search: going Kermit

2005-09-13T14:48:00.000+05:30

one entry found for going Kermitidiomgoing Kermit slang to lose control of the caps lock key.to become enranged, homicidal or generally unstable. to react adversly to spammers, in the form of letter writing and hackery. see example.usage: 'dude, she went all Kermit on me', 'you do know he's going to go Kermit when he sees that'this has been a tribute to kermit. no frogs were harmed in the making

much ado about nothing

2005-09-08T02:25:00.000+05:30

it all started when the DataTable became a Real Boy in ADO.NET 2. this could only mean one thing; the DataTable had successfully remained thruthful throughout the entire first release! good for the lil' bugger, i say.and then there was the whole DataSet versus DataReader, Fight to the Finish Royal Rumble Cage Match (set against the backdrop of a World Gonne Mad! With a Thousand Elephants!, of

ride on de soca train, i gettin' down on the soca train!

2005-09-01T23:52:00.000+05:30

everytime i think my music can cheer me up, i end up being wrong. but i've learnt that i'm a glutton for punishment either way. on every previous occasion, music that lies outside the realm of my taste is not only frowned upon, but looked at with an expression of pure, utter disgust and hatred.it would therefore make no sense that i'm listening to soca. i also feel the need to do a clickety-click

i have a bruise on my knee and i don't know how it got there. it's in the shape of a heart. that's not a metaphor.

2005-08-31T04:47:00.000+05:30

every night bears this certain point. the point at which the universe wants you to fall asleep. upon passing this point - consciously - it's very unlikely that sleep shall bestow itself upon you. it's one of those nights, i'm in one of those moods.i tried at around half-past three, without much luck. after having lay in bed staring at the ceiling for the required amount of time, i sit right down

this modern love, bloc party

2005-08-27T10:42:00.000+05:30

my moods have been swinging more than tom and nicole in eyes wide shut. and for some reason, the needle is hovering on the good side of the meter, so far today.i'm now the proud of owner of a yellow mug with purple insides. i don't see the point, since my coffee making skills haven't improved, but i suppose it's better than parading around a plastic container disguised as a mug. it also serves as

existentialism on prom night, straylight run

2005-08-25T01:11:00.000+05:30

i love it when she falls apart. everything starts looking more real again and all she wants to do is escape in the mounds of artificial sand dunes. she'd lie there for hours staring at the polluted sky, having finally accepted the faded drops of glitter to be stars. she envies jean.i love it when she screams her gut-wrenching cries into the sand, telling them down there that she's ready for them.

jumping the couch

2005-08-18T08:25:00.000+05:30

i've got to start using this in everydayspeak.

tonight on the wb, the comas

2005-08-16T01:09:00.000+05:30

having given up trying to fix the apparent1 bad html on my blog that lynx detects, i shall type and tell myself that i'm writing. so i can feel a little important.it doesn't really matter how many things you have to do, when the night reaches a particular hour, you can always claim you're bored. and no one will refute that, because it's just the UnspokenRule. it doesn't even matter how sleepy you

all downhill from here, a new found glory

2005-08-14T22:16:00.000+05:30

i'm not all that fond of a new found glory, but i imagine that song is their least punk.my hard disk crashed and i've been without a decent computer for over a week now. and i will continue to be so for another week, at least. i can't be bothered explaining why, but i'm inclined to blame singapore. due to this i've totally lost track of movies and cool tv. i can't even watch a dvd. pissants know

sage (9:15:33 PM): it's been a strange sort of day and NewGuy is really getting on my nerves.

2005-08-11T23:26:00.000+05:30

sage (9:16:00 PM): he tried to talk to me again.sage (9:16:26 PM): dude, he tried to talk to me about cricket.sage (9:16:47 PM): do i look like i know crap about cricket?sage (9:17:49 PM): before that, i had the very bad luck of being in the tea room when he walked in.sage (9:18:27 PM): i made the worst cup of coffee ever in the history of MyBadCupsOfCoffee and scuttled out of there asap.sage (9:

middle of nowhere, hot hot heat

2005-08-10T23:20:00.000+05:30

somewhere out there on this planet lives a dumbass who invented an online community. somewhere else (probably somewhere further away) lives another dumbass who also claims to have invented an online community but pretty much stole the idea off the first guy, changed the colours around a bit, christened it along the lines of something incredibly stupid, had all his dumbass friends tell him how

the bucket, kings of leon

2005-08-05T08:18:00.000+05:30

i used to exclaim "bucket!" when something went wrong. hearing savage garden's i want you the first thing in the morning certainly will ruin your day, for two reasons in three parts.firstly, it's a terrible song. secondly, it's the pre-coffee morning so pretty much anything can ruin your day. part three being that it brings back long forgotten thoughts of things that should rightly be forgotten.

in honour of the upcoming tragedy

2005-07-28T19:50:00.000+05:30

i am to retire to the mountains and rethink my ways. i might be back.

the best happiness money can buy, i can make a mess like nobody's business

2005-07-26T18:33:00.000+05:30

on my way home today, i was happily strolling away hating everyone around me when i noticed a guy with a hose washing a wall. i remembered once reading this guy recalling a childhood memory of when he held a water hose up and sprayed water into the sky. the drops of water reflected against the sunlight forming a crystal rainbow of sorts. i remembered thinking how beautiful that description

evil, interpol

2005-07-26T09:16:00.000+05:30

warning: this is a followup. if you found yesterdays post as mind numbingly dull as watching people sleep i suggest you don't read further. of course if you're in the habit of watching people sleep, you should just go away 'cos you're a little creepy.my hatred of people surprisingly hasn't worn off just yet. this is longest it's lasted and i fear this time round it'll remain permanent. actually,

everything is alright, motion city soundtrack

2005-07-25T08:27:00.000+05:30

have i mentioned that i hate people? they're the scum of the earth. and i shouldn't be allowed to interact with them. it must be written down somewhere, in some constitution, or declaration or whatever it is that has enough authority these days.there are few i can stand to be within ten feet of, but only few. these few do not include people that hum audibly in public (the particular breed who hum

cinder and smoke, iron & wine

2005-07-19T22:36:00.000+05:30

several thoughts knocked themselves at me just as i was trying to sleep and i figured i'd better jot them down somewhere lest the jolt rendered me thoughtless forever more. which is not an uncommon occurrence of late, as i'm sure a lot of you would have noticed1. it seems i've lost it... you know the thing. the thing that wills you to blog, or rather wills your thoughts to life such that you may

normality check

2005-07-18T13:23:00.000+05:30

"The quick sort is an in-place, divide-and-conquer, massively recursive sort. As a normal person would say, it's essentially a faster in-place version of the merge sort."Have you ever described the quick sort as an in-place, divide-and-conquer, massively recursive sort? Huh, huh, huh?

strange, built to spill

2005-07-10T22:44:00.000+05:30

i've just been sitting here, staring at a blank screen itching to write something. a plethora of thoughts whizzing through my head and i can't seem to stream any of it in to words. they're too abstract. in fact, they're so abstract, they're almost animated.i just noticed that i like this font; it's very neat, which is refreshing, unlike my handwriting.it's just that there's nothing really wrong,

the sexiest men in tennis

2005-07-03T21:21:00.000+05:30

update: "I tried playing different ways, I tried going to his forehand and coming in. He passed me. I tried to go to his backhand and coming in. He passed me. Tried staying back. He figured out a way to pass me, even though I was at the baseline. There's only so much you can do. I'm out there giving it my all. That's all you can do. You just have to sit back and say 'too good' sometimes. It's not

and then there's this side of her

2005-07-02T19:50:00.000+05:30

the neighbours seemed to be throwing magnificent garbage cans at their random whim - like a celebration of garbage. she could imagine them dancing around a bonfire, singing, holding brightly painted garbage cans up in the air. like trophies. and for the first time in a long time, she began to sigh again. the deep long breaths were an attempt to fill the void with something, anything; even air.the

word of the day: vexatious

2005-07-01T08:14:00.000+05:30

the mundane yet strangely comforting routine of every morning includes about twenty excruciating minutes of the car radio. there are choices - there are always choices. in this case i can choose to switch the thing off and continue to be gloriously irritated at the screeching and howling of the ever-present traffic outside. or i can choose to leave it on and continue to be mildly irritated at the

ink on my fingers

2005-06-22T08:10:00.000+05:30

look at the time of my post. i'm determined to become a morning person, even if it kills me.it does come with its advantages though - such as the ability to have breakfast on a regular basis. breakfast is a lovely meal that shouldn't be missed. it's the only meal where anything goes, from cornflakes to doughnuts to pringles. old news to you maybe, but a recent discovery on my part.the real

a quick recap

2005-06-19T10:44:00.000+05:30

anyone who's read this inactive pile before would have noticed a more than slight obsession with bright eyes.well, nothing makes an obsession grow like seeing conor oberst in concert.amongst the highlights - RotS, HHGTTG, NASA, voting on american idol - conor won hands down.the pictures turned out crappy.you're not complete until you've heard his protest song. yes, the one he sang on leno. and if

mundane

2005-03-14T01:49:00.000+05:30

my glass is empty. no, really. and i'm too lazy to get more water.yes, i drank water. let me drown in your applause.instead i'm listening to the crooked rain album, pavement. silence kid, cut your hair and gold soundz.i tried to cut my hair the other day. it's a huge uneven mess. i need to eventually visit a hair dresser. and buy a new toothbrush. toothpaste to go along with that too. i also need

the magic marshmellow out by forge

2005-03-12T20:52:00.000+05:30

body, td, div {font-family:Georgia,Serif;font-size:11px;line-height:1.6em;color:#666666;} p {text-align:justify;} .byline {display:block;text-align:left;margin:auto;} .c {display:block;text-align:left;margin:auto;padding-top:6px;font-size:10px;font-weight:bold;color:#cdcdcd;letter-spacing:3px;} The funniest thing about the word "marshmellow" is that it is completely wrong. The word is

nation states

2005-03-07T03:55:00.000+05:30

65 days ago: The Armed Republic of Angst Junkies ceased to exist. 56 days ago Random j messiah They're all falling by the wayside. I intend to outlive all of you. Muahahahaha. MUAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA! 22 days ago: The Extensive Exegesis of Random J Messiah ceased to exist.

the farm

2005-03-06T01:39:00.000+05:30

on wednesday i left the farm, mildly satisfied at having acquired a means of earning money. although i hear they really do expect you to work my lazy bones are screaming blue murder.thanks to previous incidents, i was quite conscious of my thing and tried very hard not to lose it.both times i was there i kept sneaking up on loki and poking her shoulder to get her attention, as my voice

numb3rs

2005-03-03T18:33:00.000+05:30

"you see how the petals spiral? the number of petals in each row is the sum of the preceding two rows. the fibonacci series. it's found in the structure of crystals, and the spiral of galaxies.""what's the more, the ratio between each number in the sequence to the one before it, is approximately 1.61803 - what the greeks call the golden ratio. it shows up in the pyramids of giza, and in the

afterthought

2005-03-03T03:50:00.000+05:30

so what prompted this uncharacteristic rant about the she-pissant? it all began when i read a post which said,i generally prefer girl-blogs cause they tend to write about life rather than the nuts-and-bolts of blogging or being a geek...i'm sure his intention was complimentary if anything, but i'm not sure if that statement is more offensive towards guys or girls.in mirroring my own thoughts, i

she-pissants

2005-03-01T02:10:00.000+05:30

so i'm all for non-techie blogs and such; well i have to be considering the state of mine. but what's up with the abundance of girl-power sex and the city type posts rearing their ugly heads of late?i really really should not be saying this, but i'm going to for lack of better judgment. this is not to say i've never mentioned the opposite sex before in an objectified or otherwise manner, but i'd

"ethnic" cleansing

2005-02-28T00:25:00.000+05:30

when your RSS list has more links than your family tree, you lose the will to blog.closer examination reveals that the majority of the list is comprised of insignificant annoying little pissants. so why are they there? why did i feel the need to keep track of their lives?no wonder there was that whole phase. the pissant verbal vomit blockage. gigo, and all that.deleting pissants should be a

before something

2005-02-26T20:51:00.000+05:30

there are some moments made up of pure clarity. not just the kind of clarity that defines a moment, but the kind that invents it. it wasn't really a moment but when you remember it comes alive. each time you relive it, you think you felt something more, or you think the other person felt something more. or maybe it's just that you feel more now, for lack of feeling of anything else.there was this

'tis pink marduk week

2005-02-02T18:38:00.000+05:30

we wuv mardy pants! that's why. marduk is the reason. i'm audacious enough to declare mine the first truly pink blog. check out other purplish looking ones in honour of mardy poo. they're pink, but purplish too. of course i've never been able to tell the difference between pink and purple. this doesn't stop me. update: and now i can't ever 'cos i've been looking at too many shades of pink. <

hit the switch, bright eyes

2005-02-01T01:19:00.000+05:30

watched a couple of the O.C. episodes last night, or this morning, i forget which. one episode featured the killers. they played mr. brightside. man, what i would give to see them perform that song live. watching david keuning play that intro drove me wild. to anyone who's interested, their album hot fuss is awesome.i've noticed the O.C. has featured some pretty decent bands like the walkmen and

bah humbug

2005-01-30T20:13:00.000+05:30

i was recently accused of abandoning the blogosphere. admittedly, my frequency of posts have rapidly decreased but here i still am, posting away. it's weird. the more blogs i read, the less motivated i am to blog. it's just too much now. the recent influx followed by the more than recent outflow, the flame wars and the bloggies. it's become like christmas. without the smell in the air. and

snippets and songs, for lack of boredom

2005-01-22T03:14:00.000+05:30

strickly television, the promise ring. i vaguely recall making a new years resolution having something to do with finding and sticking to a fitness regime of some sort. inspired by loki and buffy of course. those girls make me feel like a blob. evergreen, the fiery furnaces. actually their whole album EP is pretty good. i think i'd like to take up boxing. stifle your laughter, humour me.

most anticipated movie of 2005

2005-01-18T22:49:00.000+05:30

release date: may 6, 2005 studio: touchstone pictures director: garth jennings screenwriter: douglas adams, karey kirkpatrick starring: sam rockwell (zaphod beeblebrox), mos def (ford prefect), zooey deschanel (tricia mcmillan), martin freeman (arthur dent), bill nighy (slartibartfast), alan rickman (voice of marvin) teaser: view here the movie was first considered in 1982 when douglas adams

the bogeyman

2005-01-17T01:06:00.000+05:30

the credits roll or the last page is turned and the endings mock me. it's one of those moments when every shadow, every sound, every sense resurrected. a moment drowned in awareness, not the stoned kind of awareness; just the obvious kind. where everything's just the absence of space and there's nothing to hide behind. every word of every song, every instrument, every inflexion, the fan in the

a perfect sonnet, bright eyes

2005-01-08T23:00:00.000+05:30

norman rockwell grew up in manhattan. 104th and amsterdam. it was one of the worst neighborhoods then. he used to sit on his roof and watch irish and italian street gangs fight themselves bloody with bicycle chains. he then promptly went and spent the rest of his life painting comforting pictures of a kinder, simpler world. thousands of them, where the worst thing a doctor could treat is a

sweet jane, velvet underground

2004-12-15T23:03:00.000+05:30

once upon a time i read a story. the cafe he describes sounds like such a pleasant way to spend your time. it kinda takes you back to a place where people are human once again. not only is it a wonderful idea, it forces people to behave in a civilized manner. now that's something you don't see everyday. it's heartbreaking how something as common as courtesy has become somewhat of a novelty.

golden touch, razorlight

2004-12-11T09:36:00.000+05:30

the thing with me is that i actually list things that belong in a box rather than make a joke and/or wise crack. for example, when asked to list my achievements, i list none, because i have none. when i should really say something like 'captain of the rolling down grass hills varsity team.' i'm inclined to believe that this means i lack creativity. now although i've always been vaguely aware of

time is running out, muse

2004-12-10T17:37:00.000+05:30

i feel like cinderella working diligently (cough, cough) at home while everyone else is at the ball. thoreau said "most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them." when it's desperation, why is it always easier to keep it quiet rather than voice it? i think we all think we voice it, when we don't. not enough. not enough to leave our songs behind. it's

willy wonka

2004-12-10T13:15:00.000+05:30

for anyone who doesn't know, watching this is what it's like to be high.

for the oscars & other such awards

2004-12-09T08:19:00.000+05:30

also bringing to your attention, an article titled "Molly Does Blogger". i didn't get past the title long enough to even read it. yes, i do in fact have the mentality of an eight year old.

mr. brightside, the killers

2004-12-07T07:23:00.000+05:30

i may have promised a manic fit of rage as the result of being in a somewhat woozy state in my last post. i lied. instead, i will point this out. i figured, or hoped, it would turn up on Law & Order first. i was wrong, but i was close. all in all, very exciting stuff. and now i must declare that mornings in december (not just monday mornings) are positively ethereal.

photobooth, death cab for cutie

2004-12-05T15:40:00.000+05:30

the reason for my absence of posts is because i'm ashamed to say i've actually been simulating semi-normal sleeping patterns. w00t. so it turns out that my number of posts per week is inversely proportional to how early i sleep. it may well be that i only feel like writing at night. everything's gone upside-down; i'm actually working on a daily basis and the bags under my eyes are subsiding.

3rd planet, modest mouse

2004-11-30T05:58:00.000+05:30

if they'd immediately gone to full on colour, would there exist the concept of black and white? it's like they say; the universe is shaped exactly like the earth, if you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were. finally, it turns out i am amoeba afterall. and that's not a pity liner, it's a realisation.

black comedy, bright eyes

2004-11-22T03:25:00.000+05:30

once in a while nostalgia creeps over and fills me with a sense of regret. i don't miss my high school years, i hated them in fact. but i miss the concept of school, the idea of the comfort and stability of being in one place for a very long time, of thinking you had the world at your fingertips, of being a kid. i wish i had used those years differently so that i could reflect upon them and

superstar, sonic youth

2004-11-21T13:22:00.000+05:30

loving the baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, oh baby's. makes me wanna live in an optical illusion. the mini poll started to get on my nerves. so for the sake of record, 77% of the people who read my blog don't know who Fonzie is. there, it's been said. which is really sad, 'cos Happy Days should be an integral part of everyone's lives. and i'm full of unfortunate puns lately. in other more

november '04

2004-11-19T13:18:00.000+05:30

it's been a long time since my last post. well, relatively that is. it would've been interesting to stop there with it being the 100th post and all. it's come to a point where if what i have to say is less than what i've already said, i see no point in saying it. i'm still wondering about that. or maybe living inside myself and others prohibits better thought and/or amusing incidents. it's

blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders - nietzsche

2004-11-08T04:25:00.000+05:30

this morning i swore to myself that alchohol is the devil. that's a load of crap, but i'd like to think it has some substance, at least until the queasy stomach, headache and feeling of general depression wears off.

what happens in Portugal...

2004-11-07T23:00:00.000+05:30

... stays in Portugal. if you happened to be screaming in Portugal during Christmas one night, would you be screaming in Portuguese or screaming in Portugal?

i live in a multiverse

2004-10-30T03:46:00.000+05:30

the birth of the word multiverse was because the concept of a universe was limited to representing the state of everything. since it's impossible to represent the state of everything, is it possible to call this a multiverse? which goes back to the perpetual inaccuracy of the notion of vocabulary; there must be something to define it so that we may speak it or write it. but notice how nothing is

awaiting inspiration

2004-10-29T02:03:00.000+05:30

... still waiting... ... oh well. bugger. i think i'll go read.

progression & an abundance of chocolate

2004-10-25T00:55:00.000+05:30

there was a time i downloaded Hole, not for Courtney Love but for wanting to listen to angry chicks. i stopped when i found Brackish. now it's Baby Rain. it may be the sugar high but i find the whole thing hilarious.

i wanna rumble like thunder

2004-10-24T16:33:00.000+05:30

the damn stench of burning garbage overcomes the smell of rain. so who the hell is stupid enough to be burning garbage in the midst of a mild thunderstorm? which brings me to my point. when a gigantic ship without brakes comes rushing towards you at well over eight knots, you'd like to think you'd get the hell outta the way. especially if you're craving a coke at the time. so why do you keep

'cos everyone loves john cusack

2004-10-24T02:00:00.000+05:30

Which John Cusack Are You?