18 Jun 2006
I’ve decided it was finally time to upgrade to the latest version of Ubuntu. This is *usually* both easier and quicker than most Windows upgrades, but the potential for insatiable time-wasting is certainly there. I’m mostly engaging in this monumental act of stupidity because (I claim) it is too late to study (but never too late to engage in IT-related stupidity… unfortunately not alcohol-directed — read on) and because I’m driving to Dave Rodger’s house in an hour and a half or so — that is how long it should take me to install this thing and get everything back to normal — to watch Australia play Brazil… and probably lose along the way. Certainly not what I’m hoping for, but… actually, who am I kidding? If we get knocked out of the World Cup there’ll be no excuses to stay up to stupid times of the morning anymore in weeks leading into exams. Hmm… but if we play again it’ll probably be after my exams are over. Dilemma. Bah! Aussie Aussie Aussie!
So… yes. Here ends the blog post. I’m off to break my computer.
17 Jun 2006
You all know the story. This time around it’s table-based layout with some crap JavaScript rollover script that is throwing debug errors in IE. Whatever.
16 Jun 2006
They show what is falling apart, what’s falling to pieces, disintegrating. There’s hardly anything new about a lack of balance, really. Always in absolutes. Well, maybe not. It used to be that way until… everything seems grey, now. [I need a new word for] mediocre. A vocabulary distinguished by mediocracy? Yes, even that jaded front is recognised, now. And if that is indicative of the best, of what one is prepared to put on display, what hope is there for everything beneath that? They see through, one by one. Some distance themselves; others, proceeding with caution, ready to detach themselves at any moment. Still others have not paused long enough to note it’s extrinsic failings, and travel onwards blindly.
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Always asking too many questions. Moving on somewhere, restless, never content to stop even for a moment and enjoy everything that’s been given. Not that the alternative is blind submission out of recreancy; just to trust, a little, to take stock and realise that there is so much here already. Why the nomadism? It is anti-acquisitive, but to say that is to suggest things are left behind… this fails to account for acquisition by destruction. There is a burning pattern denoting a path, the fire spreading further away at the edges. Reversing may, strangely, have the opposite effect; quenching the fire as though by back-burning. Exhausted of fuel, it will (perhaps) find comfort amongst the ashes. Life, again, may even spring forth. Parthenogenesis triggered by heat? Ah, a flawed concept. Why would life return to that land?
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It may. Once the carcinogenic effusion subsides, moving off into the distance, recovery might commence. But that burning one will never rest (or observe this, far beyond its wake), moving forever onwards [until a vast body of water that quenches its very being and ends the path of destruction that spread towards the sea]. It would not do to end on a question.
13 Jun 2006
It’s difficult to state how happy this makes me. No more will some “creative” subeditor’s headline force me to click an article to figure out what on earth it’s actually about! http://feeds.smh.com.au/rssheadlines/top.rss gives the latest, worth sticking into your reader if you do the syndication thing.
13 Jun 2006
Snapped this outside the back of a Coles supermarket today. Presumably it got hit by a semitrailer that reverses up the hill you see in the mirror… must have rolled into it pretty hard.