Meta-inner-self-doubting-local-referencial-inside-humour.
Well since my last post (eons ago), I got facebook. If you're anyone who I link to, you already know that. If you were somehow still checking this with the hope that I had updated, then GET FACEBOOK! However, I think the majority of people who read this will do so through the link on my page. In fact, I think that as things stand, that's the only way people would link here.
I guess that makes me wonder... should I blog directly to facebook? Nah. Then I have no link that is my own, and it isn't a seperate thing that could continue should (god forbid) facebook decrease in interest for me.
Right?
Yeh.
So I was at a debating tourney this weekend! Shame if you didn't know that. Though if you didn't, it probably means you're someone who doesn't normally read my blogs anyways... I think I'm greatly overestimating the reach of my blog. Then again, there's a note on all your news feeds that'll bring you here. On the other other hand, you've probably been scared off by the incredible length of this post. Which is in fact just me overthinking everything to the extreme.
See the problem is that typing is too slow for thought. It's just fast enough to record whatever notions flit through the mind, but not fast enough to ignore the unimportant... to boil down the ideas, to get the gist of the speech.
That's I guess as good a tie-in as any back to the tournament. It was a good time. I had fun, though the judges didn't make any friends with Selwyn Guys. They totally gypped us! Ah well.
You know, I'm done talking, bu tI go back through what I wrote, and I can find 12 instances of something mentioned in the title. Actually that makes 13. Oh and that's 14. GRR! This one is 16.
Basically, meta-humour is a joke that is funny because it references itself... I guess I'm assuming anything here is actually funny.
And that brings it all to a round (including this one [I'll call that half {oh damn that's half again
}])... 24 references.
Gee. Wrap your head around that one!
re: re: Dreams!
I don't know if there's something in the water or something... but I'm still having these wicked weird dreams, and remembering them... anyways, here goes.
So we're at this... restaurant. Chinese or something (I can't remember eating, but I remember that)... so anyhow, Will's dad is our waiter (but he wasn't there... and this guy doesn't look like Will's dad... it's way odd)... but...
he's a cardboard cut-out! Way shock!
Then he has to get out of there! The manager wants him gone! Whatever will we do? He can't move! He's a cardboard cut-out!
So we're five people... trying to move him... but we can't! And the manager is coming! Stall him!
The manager comes, looks around, "Where's my waitor", we look around, "where's his waitor?"
We hear a scratching sound... Derek's climbing down from the roof, where he's just hauled the poor guy/mannequinny
cardboard cut-out to safety... good ol' Derek.
Waoh! YUSS!
Guess who just beat the drag the dot game! Major accomplishment acheived!
Life goal No. 7! Done!
Not that I spent that long on it... the pre-boss took me about 5 tries... (once I found out it could be done, it was a snap), and the boss... was easy. Apparently Trevor's comment that he beat the game wasn't a lie... hmm.
Anyways... there's no password for the boss... it says frogmonster. And I wanted to see what would happen if I ran into those letters that say boss... but I didn't want to waste my progress... so I didn't. Nyeunn :)
My mum went shopping today! That means there's some grand old food in the house! I sprayed some cooking oil in my face though... ah well... smells good.
Hunger
Waaah! I'm hungry!
What's this deal about lunch starting at 5 to 1? that's ridicarruss! We're not even allowed in the lunchroom to eat the bread or anything... and the line-up's at the milk. Let's see... why don't they just set up the milk
somewhere else?! OR maybe have more of them? Or maybe go back to the milk cartons! Jeezuss... these people aren't thinking with their stomachs!
Maybe I just didn't have enough brekkers... which is crazy because I had toast with way tons of peanut butter. I kinda took too much on my knife, but I'm never one to turn down a peanut butter challenge, so I spread it all on. Delish.
Actually... that's a good point for discussion... What the hell kind of things could you do for a peanut butter challenge?
Dreams! Bis
Dreams again... too many zombie games, random internet searches (for Jesus no less), and well... zombie games again.
Basically we're in this huge mall (cough cough dead rising)
And we're... fighting to get to this altart thing... I dunno... whatever.
Then we're running... running where? Away from a 7 foot tall, extremely skinny bald man named Jesus... (I knew this because it was written above his head) Basically, when I looked back, he'd freeze (quite like red light, green light [which is a way good game now that I think of it[) mid-step... it was pretty unnerving. And he's speeding up... every time I look away, he's even even closer than the last time! And we're running as fast as we can. So anyways... we run along the front of the mall, then up the other wing. We've gone the farthest distance possible from where we started. And we're on a battlement... like a castle? Suddenly, I'm wearing a life-jacket under a sweater... faux pas.
Then Jesus catches us! *tag! You're it*
and he leaves.
Phew says I... relief.
Then he comes back and devours me head :(
Forgetfulness
Way cool thing! Man I forget exactly what it's called... I'll research as I write.
Anyhow... it's this site that's coming out... today I think, if I remember correctly. Basically, it's like myspace: you make your page about your topic of choice, and people check it out. But! A twist! You buy (with real money) the rights to certain parts of the real world (a city, a celebrity, whatever), and write your profile on that. Then based on traffic, you get a cut of ad revenue. Make yesself some profit! And you can sell your page for a profit should someone want to buy it from you.
Pretty cool eh?
Found the
link to check out!
The site's called
http://weblo.com/ but there isn't much there yet.
Also in the newspaper today there's this guy who's selling frames from his movie for 10-a-thirty-sixth(or whateverth)-of-a-second... everyone's a producer! And they get it back... in tiny amounts on the sale of the movie!
Buisness is sweet.
Aargh!
Ergh I'm stuck on this stupid internet game... the most annoying thing ever! But I'm so near the boss level!
http://www.addictinggames.com/dragthedot.htmlThe password to the level I'm stuck on is frogmonster
It's the one right before the boss! And I can't beat that fifth column. If someone can figure it out and send it back... that'd be much appreciated.
Dead Rising is an awesome game!
Dreams!
I had the weirdest dream last night... basically we were going through this adventure... and I knew (
knew) in advance how my friends were going to die. We went over a wooden bridge with gaps between the planks, and I had this premonition that Lucas would be attacked by a homunculus (that's a little man to you uneducated folks) that would leap up from between the boards. I knew no one else could be killed by this gremlin, so to cross the bridge, we made a circle of protection around him. Basically when we saw it, we stood between it and Lucas and it was foiled.
Then we walked through a path o' mud. Derek went first, then I realised that he'd die by leeches. I told him to lift his feet... saw this (icky) leech on his foot, and pulled and pulled... it was tough but it came off. Then I yell out to the four-or-so others who were following 'don't step in the mud!'
'okay' says they.
Then I turn around and they're all ankle deep... sigh
Then my hands were way cold from waving them around and stuff... and when I woke up, I'd been lying on my right hand... I swear it was dead for well over 30 seconds... owie!
Also I remember a spirit coming from a chimmney, going for this kid, then the mother's like. No me! so the spirit goes back up the chimmney.
And we were at this beach, and we went to this really lousy meal... I swear there was garbage in my scrambled eggs.
Oh and these two old ladies fell out of a flying car with two other people... and their knitting needles stabbed and killed the others when they landed... suxxors.
So yeah... pretty violent dream. I don't get it... it must've been the roast beef and mustard I ate for second dinner at 10:30...
My last... (hahahad you worried)
Okay, what can I say? I'm weak.
Guys, you broke me... this format of once a day and no comments? Is sad...
So now, if I have the time during the day, I'll leave short, thoughtful bits to spark the mind... And fingers to type.
I guess I'll still do the day-overview bit with a link in it... but now you get something to talk about! Woohoo.
So school went by quickly (made a dollar) but otherwise was uneventful.
Oh, I'm an ambassador... pizza lunch! (and cookies!)
Lesse... Assembly... wasn't so bad guys... just cuz you don't like hockey so you don't understand the message doesn't mean school spirit is such a bad thing. If you look at school as a chore... how much fun can you have for
9 hours of 5 days a week for most of a year for the next 5 years! And after that work... common guys! Have some passion!
After that, Spirit day! The ticket situation was way out of control... how can people stand themselves... if they're stealing food from (basically) children! And then they think that by stealing the dullars they're so cool... jeeez!
I was giving out spares to people who had run out or who didn't get any... this good feeling? Way better than choking on your seventh hotdog.
Alrighty that's enough:)
I know some people won't be happy with this... but I'm posting the link to the chickens!
http://www.savagechickens.com/
