Rocket Samurai

Experimenter Design

2007-01-09T22:39:00.000+10:30

Okay, I've almost got everything ready.
Almost.
Everything.

HyperLinks

2006-12-06T14:04:00.000+10:30

Do you remember back when a search for links would net you conversations about golf? Neither do, because that's just freakin' insane. I mean, they already televise golf, that is provide the parts of the golf experience that nobody playing the game gets - birdies, huge crowds, flying around in the sky after the ball. Not that you could really call it a ball. Sure it's round and all, but it's not a plaything. It's been designed to be smacked with a piece of metal at the end of a stick. And I know that a piece of metal at the end of a stick is a crude hammer or an HP Pavillion laptop which I just ordered and you hit crude hammers against crude nails, or possibly screws you don't like or wooden bits of dowel that resemble bolts more than nails. So a golf ball is not a ball at all, it's a nail. Just like how everyone knows a koala isn't a ball at all, it's a bear. Now that the internet has brought us video games, we can play golf in the comfort of our lounge rooms using nothing more than the hands Gargamel gave us to direct opera and download pr0n (same thing) with. I mean the only thing golf has going for it is the walk outside. The rest is all skill and practice. Just like Quake 3. *Twich* Boom! Headshot!
I found cool stuff to share and in that cool stuff I found the mote of the beginning of an idea and that idea is the core of a desire and that desire... Sorry, that was going nowhere. No wait! It was! It was going to me wanting to watch this movie! Yeah! And the name of that move was "MIND GAME" Seriously weird. Worth real player alternative.
This was from THIS where I found this and this. This, the former, is the Khronos Project and gets cool points just for the name and for being killed by Teal'c. This, the latter, other, remaining, is a project with 'the concept of sucking'. The only problem with this is that the demo doesn't demo a removeable, hygenice way to play. I like technology with Hep-C.

YAY.

Acid is going well. Floor is dark brown. Now for the plastics.

Also MOVEMBER is done with. I get this feeling Felicity is happy with the loss of my mo'. I got that feeling earlier because at any time during Movember she could tell you exactly how many days and hours left until I could shave again.

Sorry about the lack of photos during the month (no animated time-lapse) but here are the results. it's truly Awsum.

Can you see it? It's nearly a month old! Strangely, I thought it was pretty decent.

All hail. All will bow before me. I can wait.

One, one, one for my patchy and two two two for my lop-sideness...(obscure)

The all seen eye. I love mistypes. I am an Integer.

That's it for now. Next week - animations!

Eggoogle

2006-11-08T20:12:00.000+10:30

Eggogle is a word I made up! Just then! It!s ego browsing on google! Someone else has undoubtedly already blogged about this at length! They didn!t expect a thing when I leaped through their third-story bungalow and did battle with their stereo! I!m going to do this with only exclamation marks! If you do an image search with my name in quotes you get me and The king of the cosmos! I'm still doing my assignment!

Mo, Seriously

2006-11-06T21:54:00.000+10:30

I have decided to do a good thing this month. Well, not decided, just sort of stumbled into it. I am growing a mo' for Movember. Anyone remember the Goatee? - Sorry, I've just started listening to Goodness Gracious Me by Peter Sellers. Booboodibooboodiboo-uh-boom - Anyway, I wasn't going to join up, but I hadn't shaved since Halloween, so I left the Mo to scare Felicity. Then I forgot to shave before I went to work! Since I've already worn the worst I decided to sign up. Okay, If you're not familiar (with Movember) then here's the deal. I get to join a team and grow a Mo' starting for the whole month. I also get to bug everyone to donate money towards men's health. So, gimme money.
http://www.movember.com/au/sponsor
*Funny rant deleted mid-way through because it was getting too disgusting and I should be working on my project!!*
STATION !!!!

From Data Collection

Nearly missed 10 2!!

2006-10-26T14:31:00.000+09:30

Wow. How about this for a score: 1 for 6, missed 7 entirely, 3 8s and 3 9s and nearly missed 10 too!
Here's a link y'all might like. Flashy Videoness with shouting funny. Today, I have finished my last assignment for my course. All that's left is to do the whole project in the next few days.
Also, I had this dream this morning where... actually the dream isn't important. But, in this dream I had this crappy yellow plastic survival kit that everyone was in awe of. Anyone remember Kull? Yes? Good. I forget it. But I remember the survival kit from this dream. It had binoculars, gps, a thermometer, watch and I think a knife, first-aid kit and water purification straw thing. Maybe night vision in the binoculars and a geiger counter would be good if you were living in Jericho. And a shotgun. No wait, that was the link.
Two hours left for me.

Trussed is a Must

2006-09-27T23:31:00.000+09:30

I indulged in the juxtaposition of consumer electronic and commuting today. I can't quite get it to work. I'm not saying that I can't get the PSP to my work, I can do that. I'm not a complete moron.
I am, in fact, a half rapier wit. What I can't do is wear headphones while carrying the PSP in my pocket. Oh, I can put the headphones on, sit still and listen to music. I can feed the cables into my clothes to make it look like I know what I'm doing. But the cord slips down the neck of my shirt and when I look left it pulls the left earphone out. (of my ear, geesh) As I walk, the cables work their way downwards pulling the earphones out. The PSP bounces around in my pocket, but if I put it in my backpack I'm likely to strangle myself putting the back pack on, or yank the headphones out of the jack when I take it back off.
Finally, I have found something I suck at. I can't seem to get the remote to clip onto a convenient part of my clothing. Basically, I get set up in a particular mode with it's necessary trade-offs, then need to get undressed to reconfigure into a different mode, like sitting.
This can be a problem when getting onto a bus.
Two other things before I sleep. (well three and a link)
1) You sit down. You pick up the laptop, turn it on and settle to do important work. (read comics, write blog about comics) The laptop takes up all of the room on your lap, except the little bit between your torso and the front of the laptop. It's always there, even if your gut over hangs the thing. It is this gap that calls to cats. It calls them and says, "Free space for sleep."
Jasmine is currently in that gap, generating enough heat to power a small city. It an amazing spot that is always comfortable. Always. Even when you (as a cat) need to crane your neck at ninety degrees to fit against the armrest. I'd send photos, but Felicity is in evening hibernation.
2) Kill Bill was on tonight. On free-to-air TV. It was cut as much as the bad-guys.
Also, David Boreanaz is back on TV as Angel in CSI on a show called Bones. Which is about Vampires and the Wraith from Stargate Atlantis coming to an agreement about how to divide up the human race, which was embarrassing because I had friends over. Wait, that was a dream.
Link: (SFW)
Alsoalso, Jasmine has the same evening hibernation affliction as Felicity. Right now she (Jasmine) is sitting in the gap, crammed under the laptop, all feet together on one side sitting up and watching the screen. And she keeps nodding off.
It's cute.
She'd be asleep already if I could stop myself from laughing.

Wholey Cow

2006-09-26T21:39:00.000+09:30

I Haven't posted in a long time. My feet are numb. We have curatins(blinds) in some of the rooms now. And we have an awsome camera, the cat rocks and zombies.

I have no head power to drive this thing. Still.
Brains.

More detail later.

Gee, Zues will $ave $ave $ave!!!

2006-09-01T23:35:00.000+09:30

It's the first day of spring. Nothing is different to the last day of autumn, except an arbitrarily new phase of the year to be in. By the time I finish writing this, it will be spring everywhere south of the equator, except most of south america.
MODAL DIALOGS. If you are designing a user interface that lives in a windowing system, please find some way to get the users attention other than putting up a modal dialog that steals focus. I want my focus back.
My name is Racket Samurai, you stole my focus, repair the sky.
I had an awesome dream the other night with giant spiders, and an alien parasitic infestation and high-rise appartments. When the zombies come, I'm gonna go skiing.

I think there is a lesson in that for all of us. If you dream about worms crawling into your friends and turning them into mindless zombies who reign destruction* upon the earth and you wake up with a twitchy eye, go skiing.
Or to Japan. That would be cool.
I could train with the grand master, buy a new gi, travel on a rail system at hundreds of kilometres per hour and find out why the JSDF needs to recruit small boys to pilot giant robots against their will. I mean, Andrew would kill to pilot a giant robot and he's really good at it and has a badge and everything.
I wonder if Skyla will be piloting giant robots when she grows up. That's the kind of world I want to live in.
If you want to live in my kind of world, do something about it today. Complain to your friends that other countries are run by morons. Write a letter to your local shit-ball rolling popularity competition winner about how you should be getting government support because the gardener doesn't pay himself, you know. Line up at the supermarket and complain how much the government wants to run your life and point out how much anarchy is the solution.
You see, when the earth changes come and the mystery planet arrives heralding the arrival of peak oil society will crumble because the number of polygons video cards will render will not increase any more and all games made from then on will suck.

I've got to get this stuff out of my system more often. That left a burning sensation that is a little uncomfortable. Damn eye twitch.

*You know, when destruction is in charge. Like in that song. Do you think Zeus and Odin hung out together? Who had a better car? How did they play Doom before computers?

Mutationation!!

2006-08-26T02:48:00.000+09:30

He is a very, very old animation I did of OPTUS PRIMUS. If you want cooler artwork of him, see the dude that designed him. Find his artstuff here.

Okay, this is truly awesome. And disturbing. Mutant Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. In Space.

And that now I have uploaded a 12mb video to google video and a 100kb video to youtube I can say that, without a shadow of a doubt, youtube shits all over google video. It's just so much faster you'd think that there was some other CONFOUNDING FACTOR.
IMPORTANT FACTS: I am up to stage 9 in DMC3. Stage 8 has the most awesomely sweet and corney intro. Dante gets swallowed by a giant flying demon-whale. And shoots his sword to make it go faster, then runs faster than the sword to catch it. And did I mention that he did all this while leaping off a demon tower?
It is 3:03AM. What the hell am I still doing awake?

Oh yeah, I'm busy rockin'
And looking at flights to Japan so that I might re-ninjafy myself.

Comment Bonanza!

2006-08-20T02:16:00.000+09:30

So, here I am, writing something for 'the net'. This was just supposed to be me putting Andrew's Alsoalso! pic up and getting the hell to bed. But, what the hey, it's only 0215! (The bible hasn't even been written yet) However, I've found that my good, dear friend - tinypic is as slow as that guy in that movie...crap! time for sleep! =_= zZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Okay! Next day! Here's the pic!
I've also found that people have been writing comments! Awesome! I would have realised sooner had the 'comment notification' feature been better described. I thought it performed the useful function of sending an email to a specified address whenever someone submitted a comment for you to moderate. However, I am apparently criminally insane for such thinking and had to be restrained by two elephants and cheese producing goat. No, the 'comment notification' feature sends an email to a specified address to notify you that you have finished moderating the comment and accepting it for publication! Fantastic! Now if I can just get it to post a entry here bitching about the stupidity of this arrangement, then it would be the most useful function a megalomaniacal search company could offer!
Okay, so they're actually really nice!
And here's a link to Slaine's pic! Not that I think he takes credit for it, but just that he found it and posted it.
I'm going to go now and buy a gas canister! Because I'm hungry!

Time's Up!

2006-08-13T18:18:00.000+09:30

Okay, time's up already, Time's up! Any less regular and this will descend into the moreass of being an ordinary static freaking webpage. I may as well be farnarcling around with css and site links if I update less often than this.
You might turn around and say, "OG! Man! You gotta chill! You can't expect to keep a blog up to date when your schedule is as tight and full as yours!" But I won't let myself fall into that trap.
I know I've got important engagements with the PM (arsekicking at 12:00) and important house appreciation activities such as "sit on the rainwater tank in the sun", "sleep until 11am" and "sit on the couch with the cat and do NOT A DAMNED THING for the afternoon" but I've just got to keep my finger out. I can't let myself come up with lame excuses to justify not blogging, ninjaneering, studying, rocking, working, commuting and playing DMC3.
So, to end the drought here's a post.
AND NOW A QUESTION FOR REGULAR VIEWERS.
What can I call a blog and the act of blogging that doesn't make me sound like a wanker?

"So Glen, any news on the house?"
"Yeah, you should look at the photo's on my blog"
"Oooh, lets synergise on the interweb!"
*SMACK!* "Sorry, didn't realise I started that"

Why does noone understand what I'm getting at? I think I make SOME sense.
But I guess this isn't the place for that.

NEXT UP: Sifting the toilets at the Gremlin Tea Party!

Driving Ms. Crazy

2006-06-05T21:20:00.000+09:30

It's been done, I know. But here's the theory; First, bureaucracy is the waste product of a organisation. It's something that happens whenever groups of more than 5 get together to do one thing. You see, organisations, particularly large ones, don't tend to move around much physically, so, when they need to go, they need to go nearby. (Damn! That was a lot of commas! No more this post!) When organisations grow without moving around they stagnate. They build up a pile of steaming turd and mold it into chair for management to sit in. If you've worked in management you'll know it's not good to stay in one spot for a long time. This is because the chair will stick and warm up to your body temperature. Then you'll be so comfortable you won't want to move and you'll grow to love your bureaucratic chair. You'll love it and lord it all over the people working there. They're below you. (nearly lost out to the comma's siren song)

So you'll walk around waggling your bureaucracy at your cowworkers and trade beauraucratic tips and drink lattes and bitch about slackers or people wearing t-shirts.

But you'll forget you're carrying around a pile of shit molded to your arse.

The second point was anarchy. As I was avoiding the psychos and card carrying members of the distracted idiot and can't drive society (DICDS - It didn't turn out. Big deal.) on my way home I was thinking. Thinking that the turd carrying handshaking media hugging club get to decide what rules we drive by. (I'd like to drive-by...) Thinking that society's collective faeces gets rolled into balls and hoarded by egomaniacal grin-shake-and-bitch elected members. Then they argue about their balls and try to make sure that everyone sees their balls and in doing so get suck up to people carrying chairs of molded turds on their arses and laws are made.

What if that got blown apart by some amazing experiment? What if an awesome government got into power and decided to give the power back to the people - to share the shit around.

What I'm talking about is road rules. Let's throw them all away and let everyone drive anyway they want. Anarchy. It'll be fun. Just think how many people will catch the train!

Okay. People will die if we do that. We need to people to act responsibly. So we give them the responsibilty. We can't codify common sense and we can't write rules for everyone that take into account all possible contexts. What difference is 15 kmph going to make when driving on the expressway in clear weather? A lot if people are behaving like idiots.

So we take away the rules and give back responsibility. Police will be given powers to revoke licenses. On the spot. People driving dangerously will be criminally charged with endangering lives - subject to the judgment of the traffic police. Extra cops will be deputised and complaints will be followed up as for a criminal investigation. If you agree to take the responsibility to throw around massive amounts child-smashing of momentum you are responsible for all the subsequent flesh-metal violence that can ensue if you don't think it needs to be taken seriously.

It'll work. But everyone in Adelaide will die.

Finally, It's devil's day tomorrow, so I'm wearing black. (Did you pick them?)

Also, I want comments. I put the expanding comments javascript on and it looks silly if they are none. Alsoalso, I want picture inspired by this inspired rant. Nothing rude.
(alsoalso is a new word)

Digging a Whole

2006-05-22T21:58:00.000+09:30

On the weekend I dug.
I dug a whole lot. I dug a lot the weekend before too.
You see, our house (the one that is frustratingly close to completion) needs water. We need the water to drink, shower, fight fires and bidet our arses, but the house, It needs the water in a whole other way. It needs blood too, in the same way.
So I dug on the weekend.

and here's a picture.

gross, ain't it?

I dug a dang lot. There seems to be a thing with guys. A sort of Alpha-male thing that works overtime with their kids. It says to them (implicitly, not verbally), 'These are your children they once were only young. You were young long before they were young. You made mistakes that cost you some inconvenience. They will make the same mistakes if you don't warn them. They will blunder in and only you can save them'
Thankfully it doesn't take time to say things implicitly. And it does so clearly and totally unlike what I just wrote. It's like there is just one word(I'm going nuts with the markup today. [gog]) that means all of that, the id just says it, and you know. (This isn't supposed to be the you know... kind of you know, but the kind of you know where you just...know, you know?)
So I spent the last two weekends digging trenches. Did I ever mention the Rock? He does, but I have some and I had to dig through it. We've got a lot of sandstone.
And we've got a lot of quartz.
At least, I think it's the quartz that sparks when I hit it with the pick-axe.
So, the point.
I'm really sore. I haven't been doing much exercise recently. I'm flabby. My girly hands are devoid of calluses thanks to my desk job. I haven't knocked myself around hard enough to form scabs for ages. And the only time I get sore, aching muscles is the day after I go to the gym.
I'm such a wuss.
But not any more. I've been eating the quartz and sandstone. I've been cutting inch thick slivers of solid stone with each stroke of the pick-axe and have been headbutting the earth itself, taking the rock and the iron-ore and forging solid steel in my veins. I pump iron more than literally. I pump it super-literally. (I pump more literal meaning into it than physically possible) I can smash mountains with my eyelids and flatten buildings with my... you don't want to know.

Nikko smashing mountains with his eyelashes

Crumble!!

Of course, I can't lift my arms today. They've imbibed so much toughness that they have hardened into inflexible rods, just like steel. Steel that hurts to touch. (that is, the steel hurts) My back has taken out a restraining order from some god or goddess that doesn't like where I'm heading with this, which is to bed. I've got to get up in the morning and be awesome. Do you?

Light Farming

2006-05-08T19:38:00.000+09:30

Once again, I sit before the computer, staring into the electron stream that is emitting from my LCD (I don't need an old cathode ray tube to have electrons emit themselves at me, I put them into the LCD and then sit back and bake) wondering what the hell it was that I thought I was going to write about the next time I'm here.
Well screw that.
Tonight, I'm going into the lounge, sitting down in front of the Tube and watch the electrons ricochet around the room. Then I'll come back here with the most awesome story your head ever exploded because of.
Okay, I'm back. I want to tell you the story of the magical psychotic connection I have with the lovely wife of her best friend, Felicity. (Commas rock, like many things, they, and HIM, as well as that other guy I won't mention, anymore to say that HE IS THERE, watching you, with a big stick, with which to stoke the fire, and he likes to think he is important, because they can wreak havoc on sentences, and mess up the judicial system, like that guy, you know, with the thing)
Let me unwrap that last sentence and find where you failed.

I have a lovely wife.
She has a best friend.
My lovely wife's name is Felicity.
Her best friend is ME.

I don't have a psychotic connection with her. We share a psychic connection. Not a psychic fair psychic connection, a psychic psychic connection. You know, with connection from psyche to psyche. With one psyche residing in my mind and the other psyche in hers. If there is any psychotic connections, it is when she finds out what I've been thinking, and kicks my arse.

See? Magical.

Eyes Write

2006-04-24T00:12:00.000+09:30

I seem to have a thing for quick posts.
Here's another.
Look to the side. There is a sidebar. It has new blue.
I will now go solve the frame problem. Aren't I just the sweetest thing?
I'm sweeter then the earth (when I took a bit out of it, it tasted like dirt which is the universal definition of a taste that is not sweet) thus, I am sweeter then anything made from it. Because everything on the earth is all made up of the particles that formed the planet, then they are part of the planet. As I have shown already that I am sweeter than the earth, I am, obviously, also sweeter then anything made from the earth.

Damn. That wasn't quick.

Horses For Corsairs

2006-04-08T00:41:00.000+09:30

I had a dream. Not in a 'I have a dream!' sense, but in the 'and then I realised I was naked' sense. I had a dream that I went to Mt Beauty to ski, ran into an old work colleague and went shopping. Pretty Weird hey? BAM! That's to the type of strange-arsed kryptonite you expect hanging around me! Not even in a dream state - for real! Tomorrow!
So we went shopping and then there was this emergency - I had to go to the big Dark Crystal tower type thing in a hurry. Unfortunately that was in another country. So I needed to swim. Luckily swimming in dreams is usually pretty quick and not at all cold or wet. So I was there. I started riding to the tower (now looking more like Howl's Castle) and was hiking it along these dirt roads at around 100kmph. (I say about, but really I mean exactly. In dreams you just know) Did I mention I was riding a horse? There were plenty of horses around, of course, but none of them had riders and none of them had me. (Not that this horse had me, it wasn't like that) So I'm racing along a winding dirt road, (great handling, horses) trying to avoid the herds of horses floating across my path and I see this fence up ahead. Ahah! I think (again, not really. This was another of those I knew moments) that's Customs! I wonder if they have Calpis? I wonder if they know where Felicity is? I pull up and this guy just stares at me in an 'oh my gawd I can see his sack' type of expression which stops me from powering into my questions regarding Calpis and Felicity. He says 'You're riding a horse?' I hop down and shrug 'so?' back at him. He asks me if I've paid the horse. I shrug 'uhhIdunnohuh?' back. (That's a difficult shrug. Thankfully, my dream-self has flexible shoulders. Thankfully, my real self doesn't or these boulders, trucks and cushions wouldn't get anywhere) He explains. To ride a horse, one must make a business arrangement and pay the standard rate. I ask what the standard rate is. He says '840 durran.' I pull out the $4.65 I have in change in my pocket (That's a made up amount based on how much I remember it weighing in my hand) To this he harumphs and says 'Ahhhh, Australian money' I ask what the current exchange rate is. He says 'one durran is ten thousand Australian dollars'
Shit. How can I pay that. I think. (You know, if you read that line just like it is written, it makes no sense. Very Zen. Ah!!! I have a Zen story I made up on Wednesday! Now what was it...)
So he arrests me and I get Calpis and meet up with Felicity and go Snowboarding while Felicity does cloud shopping. Very cool.
No let's see, I remember the thinking of a Zen story part, but from there it is cold. I can't remember where I was. Maybe if I return I will get it all back.
Maybe this is just a sign I should sleep now.

Also, Andrew drew a Sumosaurus. Go have a look below. If anyone else wants to post one, go for it. Anyone that actually reads this that is.

Sumo

2006-04-01T12:52:00.001+10:30

Today I was listening to Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex Original Soundtrack track two and I was reminded of it's awesomeness. It has an intro bit, then an a main bit, then another intro, then another intro, then some more main bits then some end bits that turn out to be intros and intros that stop halfway making you realise that they were, in fact, end bits. It was truly awesome. It still is truly awesome. Just like when Felicity went to get money out after talking to Andrew on the phone and she didn't lock the keypad and it called Andrew back while I was singing along to the music. Damn that rocked! I chewed my foot off! Not then, now! I'm going to cook it up for lunch. If it tastes good, I'll post the recipe!
So back to the music. This music was the essence of SUMO! Start-No! Wait! Now I'm starting..Nu-huh! Gotcha! Okay, okay here we go..I'm going to throw some rice, then smack my butt. Now I'm starting! -to stamp my feet! Haha! How do you like them fat arsed apples? Stamping, touching knuckles to the floor... Throw some rice! Walk around a bit... hunker down, getting ready to start... smackin ma butt. Rolling neck. Ready? I don't think so boyo! Now!
BAM!
The music is so Sumo it's Sumo-Rock! Yoko Kanno therefore is a Sumo Rock Goddess! She's the Kim Stanley Robinson Pinup chick with Music as her science! She's a Sumo Rock Goddess Music Scientist Amazonian Hard-Arsed Take No Flack Smart Woman Of the Modern Age! Yeah! And She eats coconuts by headbutting kangaroos!
I'd like to talk about something serious now. I'd like to talk about dinosaurs. You see, when they say dinosaurs ruled the earth, and by 'them' I mean the mind control pimps that control the internet - Google, they leave out the fact that only one dinosaur ruled the earth. His name was Kimba (they named the lion after him) And he was a SUMOSAURUS. You think T-Rex was tough? Sumosaurus would boil ten of them up in a super fattening broth and snort it mixed with lava. You think the Brontosaurus was big? Sumosaurus used to skin them to wipe his arse. You know when I said Sumosaurus ruled over the WHOLE WORLD? Well, that's because he was big enough to see from anywhere! He invented Hip-Hop and stopped the moon spinning. When he died, his blood made the oceans and his scrotum made Japan. The rest of his manhood made me, and raised me all by itself. And you thought Norse mythology was messed up.
If Someone sends me a picture of Sumosaurus, I'll put right here.

See?
ANDREW IS TEH KEWL.

Comments. In Moderation

2006-03-21T19:17:00.000+10:30

My spacetime has been pretty dense of late. I think one of the axes has shrunk, leaving me with lest space to get things done and not enough time to fit stuff in. I'm sure you've heard this before, possibly coming out of the mouth of some awesome physics dude, but I believe that time and matter are interchangeable in much the same way as matter and energy. This can been seen when your house has burnt down so you get an extra week to finish university assignments or when you drink too much matter and end up passing out and removing a section of time completely. So lets say that I've expanded in 3 dimensions, leaving me shortened on the 4th. I'm HUGE at the moment, but you only get to see me for short amounts of time. Size wise, I'm like the bosses in Shadow of Colossus but I still fit in rooms due to perspective. I think the Heisenberg uncertainty effect comes into play here, but I'm not sure how, which is proof.
Where was I?
See? Exactly.
When I spent some of my mana points to access the net this evening, I decided to see if any of you had left a comment, I found that someone or some group had left something in the comment tray. Something steaming. Something unclickable at work. It was SPAM. I'd publish it but to link to porn-spam in my country means certain loss of life. They'll take it and hide it somewhere you won't think to look. Somewhere like the section of wall in our house that for some reason hasn't got any insulation in it.
Just a life.
I've got one all planned too. I'm not giving it to anyone. Or anymany (or even anyfew, but that's pushing it too far) Here's a picture.

Universe Shitty

2006-03-08T16:35:00.000+10:30

I've started university again this year. Personal projects can go sit in the corner and build sand castles with their teddy bears. I've got mammoth assignments, all prose, all researched and stuff. Hugh, you should be proud. They're gonna make me learn to argue! History! I've got to argue cognitive science history and its development with a bunch of philosophers!
Actually it's looking to be pretty cool. It's challenging, it sounds really smart and it's good to be back at uni. Another good point is the fact that the lectures are only on one day, so my weekly schedule doesn't look like mouldy Swiss cheese.

Also, zombies.
"The creature shambled and lurched down the corridor toward him. It moved in a way it shouldn't. The limbs reached forward under the volition of a new growth within. Tendons sprouted from the base of the neck and then burrowed through the original muscle and attached to parts of the limbs not intended to withstand the forces needed to support and drive the animal forward. The new muscles of this foreign tissue pulled these tendons with prodigious strength and the original form of the animal became horribly twisted and entangled. Flesh bulged and tore with each step. A shin bones cracked and shattered under the impulse. New limbs formed from the mass and the destroyed ends of the original acted as feet. With another step it split its abdomen internal organs fell to the ground. A tendon pulled its shattered upper jaw around so that it faced me. The eyes swivelled to find it's victim but as I looked into the window of the soul I could see it.
The dog was still alive. Seeking nothing but an end to its unspeakable agony.
I gave it."

All Movies Suck

2006-02-28T21:01:00.000+10:30

Except for Conan the Barbarian.
That's why Arnie is Governor. None of this Terminator crap.
Anyway, to complete my thesis and prove my hypothesis (disproving is for lame ass researchers with no REAL academic ability. They just don't know how RIGHT I can be) I need to finish the multimedia equivalent of a literature search.
I need to watch every movie ever made. Including home movies. Okay, some are banned, private, secret or whatever, but this is Science. If you've got a problem with my methodology you can take it up with me. And just in case you're stupid enough to even think about considering that, here's a picture of me jumping through a window.

I intend on saving the mind numbing experience of watching celebrity sex tapes, dancing with the stars and reality tv until my late 120s and anything with Ray Martin can wait until after I'm dead.(He keeps calling!) So I will watch these movies in order of quality, calculated by a function of awesomeness combined with the awesomeness of the person giving the advice. So the movies suggested by Felicity get top billing (Except the Saint with Val Kilmer. I have no idea why she liked that) then Steve, Hugh, Dominik, Andrew, etc.
So here is where I'm up to. These movies I have yet to see. Post some suggestions or cookies or something.

Donnie Darko
Brazil
The City of Lost Children
The Mummy
The Grudge
The Nightmare before Christmas
XMen 2
Spiderman 2 (I have this on UMD, I just need to watch it)
El Cid (Alex lent me this weeks ago, I just remembered it)
The West Wing (all of it)
Dogma
King Kong
Final Fantasy 7 (the cutscenes)

There is a heap more. Get over it.

Why Not?

2006-02-22T22:37:00.000+10:30

It's all quiet on the Western Front. Like, for years. It's currently 2240 (that's 10:40pm in 24 hour time, not the amazing year the Beatles became the Presidents of the United States of Angioplasty. You get used to it after working with Army guys for a while) And I've just sat down to procrastinate before paying bills and surfing the net for porn*. I've decided to sit down now, at this late hour because 10minutes ago I finished washing the dishes which I started washing directly after eating my dinner. We eat too late. Whenever we put down our forks at the end of a meal there's a 'bin bown!' sound effect and we get disqualified.
Just for an experiment, why don't you try and understand what it feels like to start your evening relax'o'thon at 2240, the time you fool. When you get home from work, (probably around the same time Felicity picks me up from the front of mine - 1800) just sit in your car until 1900, then go to the gym for an hour, then sit in you car for another 20 minutes and rush a meal in, followed immediately with a cup of tea. Then digest while beginning to unwind in front of the tv, think about cleaning up the place, (Gods damned! What a mess!) then berate yourself for not getting to sleep before 2230 and shuffle to bed just before midnight. Set alarm clock for 0605, get up at 0630 get ready. Sit in car for an hour and be all bright and happy, the new day is here!

* Really I just play UrbanDead, read ZGeek, Sinfest and play with Blender.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend" Does that mean that the friend of my friend is my enemy? What if I don't even know the guy? Does this mean I need to spend the next BBQ trying to figure out the order of precedence and punch the bad guys in the face? The enemy of my enemy is me, and I'm my own worst enemy so the whole concept is naf.

Non Sequitur today.

I've been thinking about zombies. I've been thinking about them a lot. And zombie dogs. And tv ads about the dangers of smoking. And NO evil spell checker, tv is not capitalised.

PS if you use outlook, type PS surprise! That's useful!

Small Projects

2006-02-14T22:58:00.000+10:30

Okay, I've been slack again. I don't have a picture, I haven't had any progress towards my 'big project', and nothing has happened on the house. So I'd better fess up.
My big project was to take the hundred-ish photos of the internals of the walls of the house and stitch them together and map them onto a full 3D model of the house. So, on the weekend, I did the budget. Well, I made a really complicated and detailed spreadsheet that can tell me how much we've spent on all the stuff I've remembered to put in there but can't tell me even simple things like; Can I go to Falls Creek this year? or If I were to give up coffee for the rest of the year, would I be able to afford a PSP development kit?
The Winter Olympics + Thud = late nights this week. So far I've watched some skating, read some Thud, watched some Luge(sp?), read some Thud, and watched Snowboard Halfpipe(men's and women's) and read some Thud. Busy week.

I just wish I had time to work on my personal project too.

Long Winded

2006-02-06T21:29:00.000+10:30

deep breath.

i have an immense personal project that i intent to give my all towards it is going to be tough but i just need to stay focussed and not lose my way i will try not to give away too much but it does have to do with the house and will be refered to in the future and i may be able to put some elements of it on this site or parts of elements from time to time to give you all an idea of what i am working on no steve it is not the zombie story although i have a couple of simple ideas for a setting that i need to take and put an actual story into i believe that not having a good story is a problem for lots of authors although not the good ones like terry pratchett and michael marshall smith i am thinking more of the type of author that sets up the story from the end then feeds it to the reader in a way to keep them guess okay so i am talking about dan brown and the da vinci code i finished metal gear solid sons of liberty bomb them all now.

and we bought a fridge.

Pre-Emptive Strike!

2006-01-30T22:19:00.000+10:30

Thanks to the power of my cunning mind I have managed to secure the first-post position between Felicity's and my sites! Also, Felicity asked me to post to hers while she did the dishes. Cunning!
Here, below, you can see that they have built the rib-cage of the house. Soon the rest of the spine will be constructed and then we can attach the brain.
For those in the know, I've built the brain out of discarded longjohns I collected from my year ten ski trip. It takes a long time for it to ferment and get the cerebral folding look going.
This all is heading toward our special form of home automation - the zombie frankenhouse. (I've decided not to put a twelve year old boy in a tube and get him to pilot it. I just don't have cool enough glasses for that.)
I mentioned to Steve today that News Weathercasters must be really getting off on all the superlatives they've been getting to use on TV recently. 'Biggest Hurricane Season since Records Began', 'Hottest Year since Records Began', 'Wettest Spring since Records Began'. It must have been an awesome year when they started keeping records. Maybe that's it. Maybe this one year was just SO awesome that all these guys went 'Right, that's it. I'm keeping records of temperature, rainfall and, like, everything from now on so I have some goddamn evidence when I'm a shriveled up old codger claiming that not only was it hotter back when I was a boy, the wind was ten times stronger than what we call hurricanes and the air was so humid we had to use our gills. Some didn't have gills so we had to cut our own. With our own teeth.'

Weakly Update

2006-01-29T19:08:00.000+10:30

Man, what can I say? I've even detected a slackness in my own posts without external advice! I've gotten so slack that I forgot I was only post the 'small' thumbnails of the following pictures.
In the theme of slackness, enjoy my photos:

I took the photo on the left whilst on a race with Andrew down Sheok road. The bushfires in Victoria had put enough smoke into the atmosphere it actually reached the sun itself. At the bottom you can see the force-field of the sun punching the smoke, making for an awesome sunset. We won the race after blowing up all of the other cars on all of the roads in Australia. If your car blew up that day, it was because I did it.

From here I am trusting the power of "preview" that this will format correctly on your machine. I can pretty much guarantee that it will be more screwed up on a portable device(say, like a PSP) than it is right here in the blogger editor, but the preview says it's good and it's more qualified than me to comment. It also plays a mean game of tennis and if you don't believe me, go look at the men's finals for the Australian Open. Roger Federer is, in fact, my hand. And my hand has been programmed by the blogger team after a bet I won, but we won't go into that. Picture on the left shows the progress by the carpenters (Luckily it doesn't show the progress by the guys making our secret weapon or I'd have to hunt you all down and kill your family and cut out your tongues. Yes, you have two. Didn't you notice?)

dfbdfbdfb (I often put little scribbles of text in place of my future awesome prose to see what the formatting is like and to encode, in code, the basic feelings that I wish to convey. The scribble here, next to the cat, says, 'This is my cat and, as sure as he has claws, I will convey his awesomness' -I often think like that. And, since this is inside a parenthesis, I need to use some other designation to denote an aside comment. In this case a dash.

I wrote a entry on it being hot. Since then it has been truly hot and I haven't bitched about it one bit. I sweated and sweated and failed to sleep. Without airconditioning the only thing I could do was enter a state of "kell noh reeem" which is cream with a 'hell no' shoved into it. Nikko here can be seen beating the hEAT. omg i'VE ENTERED 1337 MODE!! kNOW F34r!!)

*The spell checker thought "airconditioning" should be "Argonauts"!!!! So do I!

Lacklustreness

2006-01-23T23:09:00.000+10:30

This is a short post.
No photos, stories, nothing.
I won't even bother having a point.

Time Travel!

2006-01-17T00:36:00.000+10:30

HA!
I have figured out how to post blog entries Back in Time! If you'll notice, the date should say January 17. The amazing thing is this - I wrote and published it on the 21st of January!
The time travel thing works like this: I start the machine on January 17, I then leave it running and arrange to hide in a cubicle, I then stay away from the timeline and try not to interfere with any quasi-future events. Then, at the end of the reversable time-segment, January 21, I return to the machine and post incredible details on the net of the events of that week... Events that have yet to occur! The post then appears on the machine when it was originally turned on, is sent via the internet and posted on this site for all too see! (except for me. I'll be hiding in a cubicle, locked off from the world*) The Future is written on a blog!
Now, here is the list of Future Events (dot-pointed for her pleasure)

Linda will give birth to a GIRL! Skyla! Congratulations!
We will have wood delivered on the block!
The carpenters will come and put up some of the frame!
Osama bin Laden will offer the US a truce! (and a shiny dollar coin!)

Wow! I can't wait!

Here's some pictures!

*for the Ghost who walks.

Remiss

2006-01-16T23:06:00.000+10:30

Just in case this is the only thing you bother reading, and I haven't already posted some words to this effect here before and just plain forgotten, here's a news flash. We have a slab of concrete. It has been good weather for it to cure in.
and, wait for it, here's a picture.

Notice the grey swirly things in the midground? Notice the expanse of concrete just aching for a frame and some gods-damned bricks damn soon or it's going to be on the hunt for blood? While they were pouring the concrete, part of the slab that had dried got so pissed off that they were taking their time it totally kicked one of them in the face! All of the weeds and blackberries on the block can be seen cowering in the foreground and the styrofoam that once was blowing around everyone's backyards can been seen huddling in an orderly fashion on the right.
Notice there's no sun? uh-huh. That's right. While I've been writing this, Felicity has written TWO blog entries. (Her first and second)

Another late night. Great.

Dead

2006-01-08T17:06:00.000+10:30

Shambling masses arrange themselves grid-wise. When the signal is passed to their fleeting consciousness these formless spawn fill themselves with the dark energy flowing in the streets and stand forth, corporeal and block the light. Above them, a patchwork sky stands static, a mosaic of stained-glass windows, colouring the world for observers above. The crowd of millions shuffle and form new shapes. Each one performing their task. But in this crowd of millions are the dead ones. They stand deaf to the commands given them. They stay unchanging when the call to stay the light in course comes. They stand unchanged when the call to move away comes. Sometimes that stand alone, sometimes in groups.
They are dead.
They are corpses standing among the living.
They are zombies.

My PSP has two. Andrews' has Twelve. Because it's nigh impossible to determine if they are hot, stuck or dead, it is not as easy as saying, 'I have a dead pixel, give me a new PSP.'
So I am still hoping that it's just a stuck one. Wipeout Pure still rocks very hard. It also lets you download expansion packs.

Ego Yuppie Techno Wank

2006-01-03T21:51:00.000+10:30

The ultimate in ego yuppie techno wank is:

Reading your own blog wirelessly on your psp while sipping your latte at the wireless hotspot whilst wearing your $250 sunglasses on top of your head so the polarised lenses don't block out the high-quality TFT screen.

Or is it;

Posting to your blog doing the same?

PSPs rock. Mine is currently sitting in the cupboard cycling through colours in an attempt to cure the dead pixel it's had since it was found. Wipeout Pure is the embodiment of awesomeness and is exactly the same as the wet dream the creators had when they came up with the concept. The only thing that could be conceivably better would be to have an actual FX300 racing league and for me to be a driver and be a secret agent fighting bad guys in space with light sabers and hot chicks. Sweeet!
It's 2006! Quakes and tribulations arrive! Wasn't there a movie called year of the dog? Well this is it!

Who cares? It's a cool picture!

I've totally forgotten the rant I came up with on the way to the car. Just image that I'm giving that rant and that it totally owns and doesn't even make sense or anything and then about a week later something weird happens and you go wow, that shite was totally right! How did he Know???

Hot. Hat. Hel.

2005-12-20T22:40:00.000+10:30

Mmmmmm, 39 degrees today. I forgot what it was like to step outside and just bake in the sun with the breeze straight-from-the-oven hot. Time to invest in a hat.
Okay, time to wear the one I've got.
Tomorrow will be back to sane, can-go-outside-during-the-day temperatures and Thursday, concrete-day, will be back up in hotland but relatively mild at 31.
Oh, they're pouring concrete on Thursday, concrete-day, and to share a bit of Christmas cheer we put some tinsel on the trees in front of our block. We're sharing it with the neighbours because I doubt anyone else will go near it this week. I figure I'm safer in a pessimistic bent than a puppydog trusting one because that way, when I'm surprised I get to go "Wow, I got that one wrong" instead of "Oh for crying out loud, I thought this time you'd get it right!" (or words to that effect but a bit more violent and funny)

Speaking of funny we listened to some mindwash radio tonight. They were lecturing on how the earth is around 6000 years old and made in 6 days and the meek will inherit it and meek means willing to learn and that God's will is for people to go forth and understand his creation and science is evil and not fact. I'd rebut that but I don't have to, they already have.
Goodnight.

This is Australi-uh-uuh!

2005-12-14T21:23:00.000+10:30

This is my take on the Sydney riots. I have another floating in the wings, but I'm really slow with that and, uh, I asked Andrew to draw it for me. Better, stronger, faster indeed.
How God-damned embarrassing. This is my country. This isn't L.A.. This isn't France. This is Australia, where people are supposed to be friendly. Rough, but friendly. Now we've got dipshits smuggling drugs through S.E. Asia (Oh noes! I didn't want to hurt anybody!), a government stroking GWB's inside thigh, Intelligent Design under debate and bloody racists inciting drunken mobs of angry, bored and stupid prats into smashing cars and knifing people!
The only thing John Howard can say at the East Asian summit to the accusation that Aussies are racist drug smugglers is, "And they're FAT TOO".

Sorry, this evening Glen = Angry.

Oh, and Tookie's dead. Glad murder is still legal somewhere.

Set!

2005-12-11T18:02:00.000+10:30

Hokay.
I've got this all set up now. There's my blog, for weirdness and strangendipity. There's also LuckMonkey.blogspot.com which is for less-weird stuff like photos and news. I'm now logging in as RacketSamurai (the username 'RocketSamurai' was taken by someone who obviously has good taste) and I post as, well, me. Glen Pearce. Felcity now takes over LuckMonkey and posts as Felicity Pearce.
Except, the posts before today on luckmonkey are credited to Felicity even though I wrote them. Weird

Anyway, this pic here is the styrofoam wafflepods on the block. That was Friday and they hope to pour on Monday. We'll see.

Experiment!

2005-12-10T00:16:00.000+10:30

In an effort to confuse simple systems and in an effort to provide flexibility and space to small and unchanging things, I have created RocketSamurai to hold my stuff and am leaving LuckMonkey to Felicity. Well, leaving it for Felicity to post stuff that she wants people in Japan to read.
Okay, this is where I can keep a looser grip on straightforwardness and sense. loser? no. wrong.

The eventual outcome of this will probably be that I'll post to both, Felicity will post very rarely and in great detail to the later and neither blog will contain anything like a dynamic life snapshot or stream of conciousness and both will contain confusing stuff. And close-up pics of snails.

Why the hell is webdings a selectable font?

Here's the Good Ol' Boys with bows and arrows.(Raf, Andrew, Glen(me) and Hugh)