| Non Suffice Orbis |
[Feb. 9th, 2010|04:40 am] |
From the 4AM Society:
Just watched On Her Majesty's Secret Service for the first time. It's a James Bond movie.
Now I don't hold 007 movies in the highest regard
But it's one of the best movies I have seen.
It's probably different for everybody.
If you watch it, here's a spoiler:
I think it could make the experience better if you know it beforehand:
James Bond gets married, and his wife dies, abruptly in the middle of the movie. |
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| Eins Zwei Drei Vier Funf Sechs Stephen |
[Feb. 8th, 2010|03:01 am] |
I am learning German via Rosetta Stone.
Why? Because I want to go to Switzerland someday. But you don't need to know that.
I'm winning Rosetta Stone so far, I'm on world 1 level 1 stage 9, but I've run into a problem as I've just reached the part that describes woman's clothing.
I can figure it out alright, but I'm learning words for types of clothing I already didn't know what to call in English.
For example, I never really knew what a blouse was, only that it was a shirt or maybe something else.
It doesn't make matters easier that German has different words for shirt when a woman is wearing it versus a man.
I know what a kleid is, but I don't know what those are called in English. I didn't even know they had a name. All-body-shirt-with-skirt-bottom? I realize now how much of a blockhead I'd sound like if I ever had to describe one of those, but still, I never have before.
EDIT:
Rosetta Stone just referred to some women's clothing as (woman's) shirts, even though that's what they called a blouse earlier.
I KNEW IT!
Blouse doesn't mean anything.
Dear women,
Your crazy plots to trick me have failed again.
Sincerely,
Der Womanslayer
(Roughly translated "Stephen R" from German) |
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| LNIHAD: Last Night I Had A Dream |
[Feb. 2nd, 2010|02:50 pm] |
So I had a whole bunch of dreams last night because I kept waking up and in an effort to Spite The Day I kept staying exactly where I was and going back to sleep.
Personal note: I was only able to go back to sleep because I woke up in considerable discomfort. This can be entirely attributed to my bed being a medium sized couch.
Anyways there were a whole lot of dreams because I kept going back to bed, but I only remember one of them.
But the one I do remember is still pretty vivid.
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I was a monkey in a monkey clan that lived in a place that looked a like a concrete tenement yard (hereto referred to as the "concrete jungle"). Our monkey king did something and left the concrete jungle, leaving the position as king open for the taking by whoever was brave enough to try and surf a hammerhead shark.
One of the monkeys in the clan was actually not a monkey but a girl who once had a thing with me, and I decided I would have to become monkey king if I wanted her to like me. She had liked me previously, but not anymore.
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So I go to the water which is basically like this huge figure-8 pool of water surrounded by smooth concrete walls towering above the water level. The entrance is a small circular cave that exits through the concrete walls just above the water.
There was a thin French man trying to show me how to surf the hammerhead shark. While I'm treading in the water getting assaulted by this terrifying hammerhead shark, he's talking about where to put your feet and how you have to wear this foot-grip made out of bird feathers (technically, they were made out of entire parrot wings) that was bound to the shark like a leash. It's hard for me to concentrate on what he's saying.
After failing several times to surf the thrashing beast I put on the disgusting parrot-wing footgrip. All of a sudden I am leashed to the shark and I have superb grip on its slippery back.
So it starts dragging me at high speed around the pool and it pulls me under a few times and I can see its teeth under its hideous head but it never bites me it just keeps pulling me around. I struggle with the leash and get the parrot-foot up and pull my head out of the water. Struggling, I scramble to get grip with my monkey-foot and end up kicking the shark a few times and that makes him mad. He keeps trying to swing me off but I he doesn't get me and I find grip with my monkey foot and all of a sudden I'm standing above the waves riding an angry hammerhead shark.
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After a few laps I jump off, knowing I had just earned myself title of king and a monkey beret to wear. However the shark is still freaking out, swimming at me and swishing-swash and all that. The french man explains that when I kicked him I pissed him off, and he needs to bite me to get his anger out. I become filled with dread as they grab me and subdue me, holding my leg over the water for the shark.
The shark slowly lifts its hammer shaped head out of the water and opens its mouth. It slowly goes in to bite my leg off and I can feel the rows of little teeth on my skin. I'm beginning to think it wasn't worth this to become monkey king. The jaw starts to close and I brace for the pain but then the shark lets go, swims around and also bites me super lightly like a dog from the other side, apparently taking out its anger by biting me a bunch of light times instead of one crippling time.
I take advantage of his gratitude by escaping from the French men and the rest of the shark's bites. They are both super pissed off but I'm never going to go back since I'm the monkey king.
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I get back to the concrete jungle and there's a big ceremony to announce me as the monkey king. I keep looking at the red haired girl, hoping that she'll be hot for me now that I'm king, but she isn't. her face shows a kind of regretful disdain as she stands next to her new monkey. She likes me less since I started working hard to become monkey king. She's wearing a black beret.
I am told by the monkey ceremoniers that as monkey king, I have a choice between a red and a blue beret to wear.
I think about this hard as I look into the scornful blue eyes of the red haired girl.
I announce to the jungle, "My beret should match the color of the eyes of the girl who I love..."
All the monkeys faces look surprised except for the girl whose face is extra surprised.
"...so I will take the red beret"
Everybody cheers because they're monkeys and berets are cool to them. The girl looks confused because she knows why I became monkey king and doesn't understand why I spared her the embarrassment at the last second.
I put on my red monkey beret and walk down the concrete steps past her, glance at her face and see that she is still staring straight ahead in shock. Then I look away and see that everyone else is also staring at something in shock. I turn to where they are looking and there is the old monkey king, holding a pistol.
He fires.
I am shot right there in my beret and die when I hit the ground.
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A few days pass. I'm now a ghost who can see things in the concrete jungle but can't be seen. Also at night when nobody is around, I can spray paint images on the walls of the concrete jungle. I paint a giant image of a camera and a giant image of a WW2 grease gun. During the day, I follow people around to see how things are going.
The pistol monkey is king again. Most people are not upset by my death, because he had a gun and those are the rules.
The girl doesn't do much. She never shows emotion and she doesn't stand around with her monkey boyfriend any more. She just looks at the wall graffiti that the clan thinks was done by monkey hooligans during the night.
But she knows that I painted them from beyond the grave, and realizes that I'm floating next to her.
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And then I woke up.
This dream inspired me to draw a picture of a camera and a picture of a monkey spray painting a grease gun in my notebook with a marker. |
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| The more I listen to it the more fascinated I become |
[Feb. 2nd, 2010|01:13 am] |
It serves a combination of emotions both whimsical and wistful; is simultaneously blooming and brooding. The song has a strong mixture of childlike and adult qualities. Am I the only one that thinks it is a little creepy, but in a really likable way?
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The song is in AABA form, with a verse.[1] According to John Mueller, the central device in the A section is the "use of delayed rhythmic resolution: a staggering, off-balance passage, emphasized by the unorthodox stresses in the lyric, suddenly resolves satisfyingly on a held note, followed by the forceful assertion of the title phrase."
The marchlike B section, which is only barely syncopated, acts as a contrast to the previous rhythmic complexities.[1] According to Alec Wilder, in his study of American popular song, the rhythmic pattern in "Puttin' on the Ritz" is "the most complex and provocative I have ever come upon."[2]
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Original recording:
It's only fitting that the quality of the 1929 film makes Harry Richman look like a walking ghost.
EDIT: Upon further listening I have decided this to be the origin of break beat. |
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| Shit I have heard outside my brother's apartment at night |
[Jan. 30th, 2010|03:02 am] |
"FUCK YOU (guy's name)!"
Random wailing
Shouts of "No! Stop! I'll give you money!" Followed by the unmistakable sound of a guy's head getting slammed into a dumpster, then a taxi cab driving off.
(I don't know what the guy said to the cab driver, but apparently he lives in our building)
Drunken wailing
Drunken laughter
Incoherent drunken yelling followed by a smooth, "Shuuuuut the fuuuuuck uuuuup"
Pained wailing
Maniacal laughter
Drunken bitches fighting and yelling at eachother.
(Angrily) "Take your underwear off!! TAKE THEM OFF!!"
(In response to my requests to be more respectful) "No! It's okay!"
Childish laughter
"Last, dying moments" wailing
(More than once)(Comes in Vengeful and Mournful)
Something about sticking dicks in something
Drunken singing by a mob of guys of the ENTIRE song of "Man in the Box" by Alice In Chains, plus another grunge rock song I had never heard.
(They really put their hearts into it)
The sound of a small dog getting crushed by a large piece of furniture
"Yipe!" cut short by a huge crash
And more. I can't be expected to remember everything I hear outside this god damn window. Also, for the record, on any given weekend these sounds can be heard into the morning, until about an hour after sunrise at which point it goes dead silent. |
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| Good song |
[Jan. 27th, 2010|12:47 pm] |
I'll walk it off if this dream's just a favor
But if it aaiiiint
you need it done I'll do my thang before they wouuuuld
I don't mind I'll take the crumbs off of the table ooh
if it gets me to the table with you
AT ALL...
I'll walk it off
(I'll walk it off)
If it gets too cold, I'll walk it off
(I'll walk it off)
It will take my soul, I'll walk it off
However long the road.
http://www.last.fm/music/RJD2/_/Crumbs+Off+The+Table+%28Feat.+Aaron+Livingston%29 |
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| LNIHAD: Show me the way to go home. |
[Jan. 25th, 2010|01:45 pm] |
I want to go back to a place where I don't hate anybody.
So I just had a dream where I started working with this dude, right?
I knew and liked this guy in life, stand-up dude, not particularly stupid, harder working than I am- dude posessed the essential qualities of what I consider "good people".
Then about a year or so ago I started to really dislike him. Didn't have a particularly good reason to do that, so whenever I had any ill will against the guy, I would try to quell my thoughts an tell myself that I wasn't that kind of person.
I've more or less forgotten about the guy today.
But last night, in this dream when he showed up I can distinctly remember the feeling of pure, unadulterated hatred coming over me. It was bizarre. There's nothing I really dislike about the guy, but my subconscious mind did everything.
It felt weird, having such a clear sense of purpose as in my dream I started to ...fuck up stacks of rocks... that he was building... in a field. Yeah, lately my dreams have been pretty stupid.
But that's what it was like, and I didn't enjoy it. I'm not that kind of person and I'm also not, despite what logic might deduce from my experiences, a cold, murdering killbot either.
I want to reset any subconscious emotions I have tied to the thoughts of certain people. I want to go back to that neutral state where all relationships are fulfilling. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 17th, 2010|03:24 am] |
Confused why my livejournal posts are so catastrophically different from everyone else's. Usually other people write about their day. Usually I just throw some meaningless shit up here. So today I'm going to do my best to write in the style of my regular people friends.
today.
was short, sweet, and to the point.
there was person at place with the thing
laughs were there.
gonna type an emotion noise about something.
ZZZZXXXXXX.
I like that because even as a joke it perfectly describes my day, right down to when I typed that noise.
If you thought I wasn't going to at least post some music you were way off, my friend. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 12th, 2010|02:09 pm] |
So there's this game that I've been playing
It's called Ninja Golf for the Atari 7800.
To quote wikipedia:
"The player starts each hole by aiming his ball and shooting it toward the green.
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He then runs toward the ball, in traditional sidescroller fashion, fighting various enemies encountered along the way. These enemies include other ninjas, gophers, birds, giant mutant frogs, sharks and more.
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The enemies faced depends on the environment the ninja golfer is currently in. Sharks are encountered in water hazards and snakes in the sand traps. Ninjas are encountered in all the environments, including under water."
...And there is a dragon, for when you reach the green:
Which you dispatch with ninja stars, and the hole is over.
It's seriously one of the best classic games I've ever played. There's multi-layered action with enemies from both sides. There's strategy in choosing the path you want your man to take while aiming shots. But best of all, there are ninja fighters playing golf.
Grab an emulator and play it right away |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 9th, 2010|12:22 pm] |
"Holy one-track-bat-computer-mind"
"Holy human surfboards" |
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