Month: February 2003

Yet, possibly required reading for anyone who wants to understand anything that’s going on right now.*

*Granted, my understanding of economics is sketchy , at best. Perhaps I should run this by my mum. Oh, and if anyone feels like reading this quite lengthy article and issuing a rebuttal, I’d be happy to hear it.

trust the mechanicals to make a box of it,
eluding contrary brown fields of rice
all the hunting dogs ride down
dying long sheets of paper bright red
juggling clamshells with a beggar’s ease
in spite of, though instead of
all the fumbling gasps at heaven
pete’s left his keys at the gate again
there’ll be no fetching the rollyball now
all the giant’s raging, storms
and beaching whales brigade

fiddle-dee-dee

bash the crankshaft open with your hammer
we’ll never get these melons to market
broke down on the shores of Monteczuma
shoals of goats–yikes!–wave in herds
further, the bardo’s long face just strums,
his mouthwhistle longing for the old ‘stache

Huh. Doesn’t exactly make one want to run out and get married anytime soon…

Purely anecdotal, of course. Extrapolating the personal into the general. Like all good women’s magazines…

Celestia: A 3D Space Simulator

Couldn’t hurt to check this puppy out.

this is not a link
this is not a weblog post
this is not words
this is not a hundred things
this is not orange
this is not a monkey

i almost thought the music was coming from…

once when i was a kinderchild, thoughts like ravellingrugs just spat out in quick blurts. now, i’m not so sinister and only slighly less conscious of every little thing.
(program: a1 type b process GO)

so the auld soles just want the websurfing brains to criscros the wyrld sole, eh? i’ve got some plezhur monkeys who might (GODDAMN FUCK SHIT COCK) object to that.

sorbet’s all the rage in Australasian circles…

despair’s a coldcutting monster. nevertheless, can’t envy see us through the day and into the cold utter beyond?

scorppling like a terrorhand… can’t the nebbykoonezzer gist stop eating grass?

when the writing on the wall’s THAT clear…. (bewarebeware, you slowconnectioner people)

Regarding: polls and voting machines and discrepencies therefrom.

I don’t know about you, but this does seem particularly suspicious…

I’m not really into conspiracies, but I would be inclined to suspect that those who own the voting machines, own the country…

This article at Time magazine.com seems to say a lot of common-sensical things about the NASA space shuttles.

For example, why are we using systems that are 30 years old to get us into space? Why haven’t we made something groovier and cooler and tinier? It boggles the mind that they were using 8086 processors until just recently. Sheesh. Even my grandfather has a computer faster than that!