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Ah. The life of a CLAWs student: [[http://cascadefailure.keenspace.com/comics/20031006.gif]] Changed lines 6-7 from:
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Pah! I laugh in the face of sleep deprivation and looming deadlines. Of course, this laughter is the desperate laughter of a man who has nothing to lose, but nevertheless... I laugh! Ha ha! Hee Hee! Ho ho! Changed lines 14-15 from:
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Well, did absolutely nothing of productive interest over this long weekend. Changed lines 20-21 from:
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Hmm. This is a long weekend, isn't it? Let me check... yes, Monday is a public holiday. What the hell I am doing still sober enough to type? Biding my time, people, that's what. I figure Icon is coming up soon. And Icon means a trip to a city that I don't have to return to for at least a year. Which means that I plan on going clubbing. And being (with my mates, of course) a complete monster. You think you know what a party animal is like? Take that, multiply it ten times and remove anything resembling shame. Ladies and gentlement, welcome to your worst nightmare... It's gonna be great. Changed lines 23-25 from:
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*Microwaving interesting objects. Current possibilities are pets, thermally unstable chemicals and hand-made sculptures of your grandmother. *Try writing short stories. And posting them to the wiki. Not only is this a productive, and possibly interesting thing to do, but it will also allow us to discover just which brand of wild ''Full House'' / ''Everwood'' slash CLAWs enjoys. *GET A JOB! I fucking well fought in the war for you bastards, and now you just sit around at home doing nothing. I didn't get a bullet from those damned commies for you pigs to get fat and destroy our country. I'm a veteran, you know! Changed line 27 from:
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W00t! Freedom at last! Finished my exams yesterday, and finished my commercial programming work today... leaving me with absolutely nothing of any importance what-so-ever to do! Yippee! Of course, I'd actually really rather have something to occupy my time. Currently I'm seeing a rather large amount of [[http://www.kyodai.com/kyodown.html|Mahjongg]] in my immediate future. Or rather, an interesting variant called Rivers. Give it a try. It wastes my time, so it has to be good (then again, this is coming from someone who checks Sexy Losers daily). Changed lines 29-30 from:
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Soon, soon, the horror (oh the horror) of CompSci (well, CSC302F) will be over for me. In fact, just 24 hours till I'm able to forget the endless pain that is PLT. I'm suring most of you also have subjects that fill you with dread as you contemplate the herculean task that will be trying to learn all of the arcane knowledge they expect you to absorb. Changed lines 33-34 from:
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[[http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/straightouttacompton.jpg]] Changed lines 39-40 from:
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Finally. All fucking hand-ins are completed. DP's are in. Lectures are, to all intents and purposes, over. You all know what that means: It's "drink till we forget our own names and anything resembling standards or morals and hit on woman that in the light of day will probably turn out to be men" time. I'm talking about creatures such as these [[http://www.somethingawful.com/cliff/ihateyou/|Cliff Yablonski Hates You]] Changed lines 50-51 from:
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Swibble. If I'm at UCT tomorrow, it'll be a surprise. My brains are dribbling from my nostrils, accompanied by a rapid diminuation of my ability to form rational thought. But that's okay, what do I need to think for anyhows? Changed lines 56-57 from:
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Why don't peoples' computers keep working once I turn my back? I'm getting really, really sick of fixing the same damned problem again and again. It's like these people (whom I will call "computer incompetent") radiate some kind of entropic field that interferes with the regular operation of complex electronic systems. I'm assuming that I (and other engineering folk) give off the opposite aura. Aura of the Engineer (3pt merit). Anyone who's ever fixed anything knows what I'm talking about. While you're there, it works like a dream. Leave (invariably back to home or your office, a good distance away) and it all breaks down again. It's like magic. Really, incredibly, suckingly annoying magic. Changed lines 62-63 from:
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I cannot wait to get back to UCT. My holiday is really starting to drag on now. I've basically run out of things I want to do. Now I just want something to occupy my days. And a gut instinct tells me that this will be hanging around on campus, maybe even attending lectures. Changed line 67 from:
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Yay me? Changed lines 69-70 from:
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Notice the lack of timestamps? If you really care about when I bothered to post an entry, just click info. Maybe I'll add them in when I'm posting more frequently. But at this point, I don't care. Changed lines 79-80 from:
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Bleh. It's just crossed 3:06 in the morning, and I'm far too drunk to bother posting a proper entry. There is a temptation to just not bother with the backspace key and just post whatever crosses my fingers, but a quick proof reading shows me this is not a good idea. For me this is the last drunken post before I focus on my studies for my sup. on Wednesday. It's okay - being drunk I hit on a lot of women at Gandalfs. And some of them even remembered my name. Smoke that, Robyn. Changed lines 85-86 from:
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New Year, new diary. I felt I had to start up again because people have been ribbing me that my ''dirty slag minger bitch ho'' (sorry - Digital Tourettes) sister has been kicking my ass in the diary stakes. I disagree. Just because she's posted every day for the past week (roughly) while I haven't posted in a month, doesn't mean a thing. It's all about ''quality'' not ''quantity''. Changed line 95 from:
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Did you know that with a .NET passport you get 30mb online to share images with friends and family? I didn't till now. So I've uploaded Janet's 1920's party images for people. If you want to get any prints, ask me (it's R2 an image, if I remember correctly). These are the low resolution thumbnails. I've got the full res ones at home (not a chance I'm uploading those - 1.4mb a piece). Changed lines 103-104 from:
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Okay, since it's holidays, don't expect regular posting. I'm far too damn lazy to bother when as far as I'm concerned most people won't be checking the Wiki on a regular basis. Changed line 110 from:
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My exams are over. I'm 20. The holiday has begun. News in short. Changed lines 113-114 from:
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Two exams down, 1 left to go. This exam I wrote this morning was piss. Complete piss. It has got to be one of the fucking easiest things I've ever written. I was pretty confident even before I saw the paper, but once I had a squizz through... well, I did a little jig of joy. Dance, little piggy, dance. The paper only took me about half of the allotted time anyway. Including doing the long question things (such beautiful ones as: Give us your specifications for a web server... Come on! I fucking work at a computer store - sooooo easy). Changed lines 120-121 from:
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Last night was glorious. Absolutely glorious. No, seriously... glorious. Ask any man there - absolutely funfuckingtastic! And the night didn't end after Gandalfs. While I should have gone to sleep once I got home (seeing as I was working at 8:30) I didn't. No, instead I invited Michael in for coffee and sat talking shit to him for the next three hours. Playing Devil's advocate. Till 5 in the morning. God worked sucked. Changed lines 125-126 from:
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Tonight is of course the night after Halloween, so we're drinking heavily for no good reason. Oh, and listening to NiN (Closer). For no good reason. I refuse to get sidetracked on another session of downloading mank pics for the wiki. Roger keeps telling me that Rachael Leigh Cook is 'da shit'. Which is admittedly v. true, but still. I'm trying to be a better person. Changed lines 130-131 from:
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Happy Halloween. Or some shit. Problem with exams - you just can't really go out and do anything fun. Or rather, you really shouldn't. I decided to bow to pressure and do a little studying tonight. However, tomorrow evening is the trip to Gandalfs for their fancy dress party. Not that I'll dress up. Fuck that - nobody else will (and yes, I am aware that attitudes like this are why nobody participates). Go tell someone who cares. Changed lines 135-136 from:
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I've come to realise that my work on Saturdays is completely pointless and trivial. I mean, it's a job that doesn't exactly take any dedication or effort to perform. I have absolutely no difficulty in doing it every single time with no more than 4 hours of sleep. I kinda feel like Jack from Fight Club while he's an insomniac. At work, the world feels rather distant and irrelevant. Not to mention, my work is also mind-numbingly dull. I fantasized on Saturday about slaughtering every customer in the store and then going on a rampage through the mall. Changed lines 138-139 from:
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Of course, it doesn't stop there. Once the clip is empty, drop that bastard and grab a pump-action. Swing out of the store and put a solid slug round through the chest of that foul-smelling cross dresser who occasionally visits (he's got this clove perfume that stinks). Oh - joy of watching his guts spray themselves across the crappy display at the chinese illegal console games store. Pump the shotgun, loading a nice buckshot round, and then wipe out the slant-eyed bastards who run that store with a couple of rounds. Drop the shotgun, whipping out a pair of Desert Eagle .50's and then begin a Matrix-like action sequence as I eliminate the entire security department, and carefully headshot each of the two cops who buy shit at Game. Changed line 143 from:
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Late night at the hotel Gareth-fornia. There is evil in this world! And that evil is Windows Messenger! It is satan, my children! Listen to me preach it's sin! Changed lines 154-155 from:
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Yet more apologies. This time my excuse has been that my uncle has been re-installing his webserver, so I haven't had much internet access. Changed lines 163-164 from:
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Hmm. It seems it's been a week since my last '''actual''' post. I tried twice during the past week, but a fucking slow ftaghn and a helpingly slow connection on my end have combined in order to completely screw my ability to post. Changed lines 168-169 from:
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It's been a while since I posted, I know. I blame it on too much partying, not enough actual work. Doesn't make sense, right? Well - here's my philosophy: The more time you spend not doing work the harder it is to actually settle down and do some. Let's take me as a classic example - all play, no work. This of course results in me crying like a schoolgirl every time tests or exams roll around. Pathetic, isn't it? Changed lines 177-178 from:
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Great. Tonight was meant to be an alcoholic blow-out of note. However, as per usual, fate has intervened and my friend Shaun has scheduled his 20th birthday party tonight. And, while I would really have liked to attend (and in fact even tried to make plans that allowed me to go for a couple of hours) I can't. This of course leaves me feeling like shit - torn between two different groups of friends. Fuck. Changed line 186 from:
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Short post - I just want to wish Adrianna good luck for her operation tomorrow. Hope it goes well! Changed lines 189-190 from:
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A new month, a new calendar girl: Kerry McGregor - wearing what appears to be a see-through white wet teddy. How very tasteful. No complaints from here though. Changed lines 200-201 from:
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Tonight, something different (or strangely the same). I'm bored and can't be bothered to present intellectual or even funny comment (I blame it on having already had 3 [[AppleJuice|Applejuice's]]. Alone. Anyway, without further ado, I present: FHM's Girls exclusively commissioned for Mojo! Changed lines 207-208 from:
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Ooh. Ooh. Highlander: The Endgame is on! It's MST3K time! Changed line 241 from:
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There really was a lot of activity on the wiki in the past 24 hours. Even without the server move, a lot of people put stuff up. Well done people! Wee! Changed lines 247-249 from:
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[[http://www.3host.com/fetish/mythos/index.html|Cthulhu Myth Hoes]] - Give in to your fish fuck fetish. It's funnier that someone actually thought they'd get a decent visitors. Jesus. I don't think anyone is quite this sad. There are actually quite a few cool [[Cthulhu]] related sites on the net though. Although a lot of broken links too. Changed lines 253-254 from:
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I really should get to sleep. Got a lot of stuff to do tomorrow. And last night's posts have disappeared. I'm annoyed. I thought they were decent. Can't remember what they were about, though. But they were still decent. Changed lines 256-257 from:
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[[ http://www.doc.ic.ac.uk/~glc1/scorched/downloads/scorched.zip|Scorched Earth ]] Changed lines 265-266 from:
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Oh ah. Long weekends. Staying up late when you should be sleeping & getting ready for UCT. Pimpin' to all my E-Bitches. The usual. Changed lines 268-270 from:
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[[http://www.casualkiss.com/misc/quick.aspx?pageType=full&towhoID=123155]] Someone sign his tagbook! Give the man a hand. Changed line 279 from:
->Maybe I should get off my ass and run a role-playing game. It would do me good to be responsible for ''something''. I'd probably go with the general flow these days and run an Unknown Armies game - but with my own style of bastardishness. Talk to Brendan. It's not like I don't suggest enough shit to that boy. On the other hand, I could quite passably run a cyberpunk style game, but there would have to be a decent system for it. And I don't know of any. I think four players (my personal preferance). Probably a very free gameworld (from my perspective). Don't expect any kind of enforced paradigm. Unknown Armies with far more shit(tm). Adepts and avatars are cool, but there is so much more fucked up stuff I can do. If my imagination can come up with it it would probably be in there. This of course comes with me screwing my players in creative and interesting ways. Everything from your soul being stolen by a voodoo ritual to discovering your parents are escaped Nazi supersoldiers. Yes - Aryan to:
->Maybe I should get off my ass and run a role-playing game. It would do me good to be responsible for ''something''. I'd probably go with the general flow these days and run an Unknown Armies game - but with my own style of bastardishness. Talk to Brendan. It's not like I don't suggest enough shit to that boy. On the other hand, I could quite passably run a cyberpunk style game, but there would have to be a decent system for it. And I don't know of any. I think four players (my personal preferance). Probably a very free gameworld (from my perspective). Don't expect any kind of enforced paradigm. Unknown Armies with far more shit(tm). Adepts and avatars are cool, but there is so much more fucked up stuff I can do. If my imagination can come up with it it would probably be in there. This of course comes with me screwing my players in creative and interesting ways. Everything from your soul being stolen by a voodoo ritual to discovering your parents are escaped Nazi supersoldiers. Yes - Aryan �bermensche! I think you get the idea. Suggestions and sign-ups to MojoComments. If it isn't there, create it. Changed lines 281-282 from:
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Whatever. I don't know why I go through the motions. [[GirlsOfMojo]] Changed lines 285-286 from:
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Tonight was another one of those unproductively enjoyable outings. As per standard, our trip was to the current venue of choice for shenanigans - Gandalfs! Changed lines 298-299 from:
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On to the dodgy visitors to Gandalfs this evening. Changed line 313 from:
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Aww. Cute. [[CatHaiku's]]. Changed line 316 from:
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Hunter's Dry. I'm addicted to the stuff. Mmmm, deliciously crisp apple beverage of joy. I've developed a philosophy over time which I believe explain's beer drinking. People don't drink beer because they like it - they drink beer because they can't drink anything else. Most drinks have a DoS (Denial of Service) effect. If you over-indulge, you can't have them again. Ever. But this doesn't happen with beer. No matter how much you have, how drunk you get, how sick you feel... beer never leaves. You can always come back to beer. It's evil. And nutty. But mainly evil. But this brings me back to Hunter's Dry (hereafter referred to as "''AppleJuice''") and it's goodness. Changed lines 332-333 from:
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Vin Diesel is '''XXX'''. Actually a pretty cool movie. This one has it all - guns, stunts (oooh, the stunts), womyn, and of course - ''Rammstein'' performing in a club. Very cool. Changed lines 337-338 from:
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I hate colds. And I really hate clowns - and not just because it's popular. Changed line 342 from:
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This makes LAN parties sound like something dodgy: http://www.inktank.com/images/AT/cartoons/01-29-02.gif\\ Changed line 344 from:
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I've finally managed to get ahold of a full CD of Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3 - now I've got the soundtrack... and it rocks! And I've got the incentive to replay the game... you get special characters when you finish the game. Like Darth Maul (with ''Sith Saber Spin'') and Wolverine (with kewl Claw moves). I'm on the Tokya Mecha Mega-Arena already. Oh yeah - I'm a vert skater, not a street weirdo. Air! Air! Air! PS: Enter idkfa at the codes to unlock: The guy from the doom games! Changed lines 347-348 from:
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Bleeaurgh. I need to learn to schedule work better. Too many nights working till ungodly hours and only getting a couple hours sleep - the worst thing? I look ''compus mentus'' but have that dark evil cloud lurking behind my eyes. Speaking to me. Whispering into my mind. Commanding me to spill the blood of the innocent in the Aadslaghah, He who Dwells in the Pit at the End of All Worlds. Changed lines 354-355 from:
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Hand-in's feel so sweet. Sweet like chocolate, sweet like candy, yeah. Of course, although I may have done one of my vac. projects, the other is currently overdue and no decent plans have been developed to devote time to this. In fact I'm thinking of catching a movie today... Changed lines 361-362 from:
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Why do I always seem to post at godforsaken hours? Changed lines 368-369 from:
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I am still a firm believer that a CLAWband could rule the music world. Our unique blend of depression and loneliness would be a firm hit among the goth crowd. Listening to some or other arbitrary band at the Purple Turtle last night (tonight?) just confirmed this opinion. Admittedly, their background video was... interesting - but I'm confident we could do better. Changed line 373 from:
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'''Things to remember while at a goth club''' Changed lines 389-390 from:
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Yes. Less than eight hours later, another post. You have to ask yourself... did I go to sleep? Or is this just some kind of masochistic ramblings after losing track of time? Changed lines 398-399 from:
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Continuing the general habit of posting at very late hours of the morning comes the (shut the fuck up [[ LimpWristedGayElfLord|JD ]]) afterparty post. I've just returned from an abortive night out. Buggerit. Top 5 items of the night: Changed lines 410-411 from:
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[[ LimpWristedGayElfLord|JD ]] suggested this one. Changed lines 415-416 from:
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Lord of the Rings! In blinding 5.1 surround sound! DVD! My children! And Ross! I think he might be Gay! Go Wildcats! Changed line 445 from:
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As much as I appreciate the tasteful art presented on this page, I felt it was my civil duty to present a little something for the ladies. Enjoy. Changed lines 452-453 from:
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->* Testocl�s, the Lesser Known Son of Zeus ''Someone thought they could remove stuff from my page without me noticing. Don't they realise I pedantically check edit's and compare revisions? Hmm? Fools! I will crush them all! Aahahah! Let this stand as permanent testament to the filth these wrinkly old fools believe in!'' Changed line 471 from:
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