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Thursday, December 31st, 2009
11:49 pm
Still here
Yes. Year of absence, but I -am- still here.
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008
8:57 pm
Happyfying events:
God. I am a miserable bastard.
Monday, December 22nd, 2008
10:53 am
Yesterday's happy thing:

..I guess playing Fallout 3? How mundane..
Sunday, December 21st, 2008
12:09 am
I suppose playing Defense of the Ancients with my 3 friends was happifying.
Friday, December 19th, 2008
6:27 pm
what is happy?
I don't know. But something funny I came up with:

I read a forum, and one of the topics was "If you woke up tomorrow and everyone in the world had dissappeared. Meaning you go to sleep this evening and when you wake up EVERYONE in the world has magically dissappeared. What would you do?"

My answer:

You're saying that everybody I loved is gone?
But also that everybody I hated is gone?
I'm up for some of that!
I'd learn myself how to drive, then drive around the countries with nothing but a sock puppet for company. The sock puppet would be called Charles and would accompany me everywhere. Together, we'd go to Disneyland, Six Flags and everything. We'd topple the mightiest monuments in the world, just because we would be able to get away with it. At one point, however, Charles would die. (Sock puppets don't have a long life expectancy). As he'd lie on his deathbed, his sister Karen would come to visit him one last time. She and I would fall in love and repopulate the Earth with sock puppet/human hybrids.

At some point, we would travel to the Louvre and set it on fire (her brother and I missed it on the first try), but only after painting mustaches on the Mona Lisa, the Madonna on the Rocks and everything else that's famous in there. Following that, Karen and I would get officially married, celebrating our union in the smoldering ashes of the Louvre.

All the while, Charles at first, then Karen, and I would pick up history books and rewrite them. There would only be sock puppet/human hybrids. No humans. I would be the patriarch of the world, guarding my children from themselves. You see, sock puppets are peaceful but when the human exploratory and inquisitorial tendency is introduced, they will fight. But mostly, I will stop them from doing extremely dumb things.

As the years go by, my sock puppet children will grow more numerous and repopulate the world fully. However, all of this will seem silly and insignificant when news reaches me that Karen died while I was stopping my children from nuking themselves in what used to be Russia. I travel back to our home, and find that she was murdered. I find the culprit to be Wilhelm, Karen's half-brother. I will make an example out of him by flaying him then taking off his eyes. While I do this, I will cry. In order to show my children to be good, I must kill another one.

Then, a faction of my children will see Wilhelm as a martyr and start a religion. Try as I might, the Wilhelmists will grow in number, eclipsing even the Our Lady Karen religion. Of course, I will join the side of my late wife's followers, and assist my children in murdering my own children. Then, as victory seems certain, I will be shot by a stray bullet from a nervous rookie. It will rupture my aorta and make me bleed to death.

As I lay dying, looking up at the sky, I realise that all of it has been worth it, and I will live on in the new religion, Puppeteerianism, as the god that brought peace to the world by killing and dying. A hugely paradoxial religion, Puppeteerianism will grow to envelop even Wilhelmism, making it not a different religion but a sect within the Puppeteerianal Church, focusing on the plight of Wilhelm. They all will get along fine, though, despite their differences. I will have united the world by dying.
And maybe, some day, I might return, when the sock puppet human hybrids stand against their greatest enemy yet, the walking sowing needles and their balls of yarn that live in the hollow core of the Earth.
10:23 am
I forgot yesterday's happy thing:


I see a pattern. Maybe I can extrapolate the next one from there:


Mark my words.
Wednesday, December 17th, 2008
8:33 pm
forced post
In honour of Manda, I will make a post to show what made me happy today:

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008
9:55 pm
Waking up whenever I wanted today made me happy.
12:10 am
Asa challenged me to do some stuff.

1. Post about something that made you happy today even if it's just a small thing.
2. Do this everyday for a week without fail.
3. Tag 8 of your friends to do the same.

I will do this.
Today, Simone made me happy. But also sad. I hate paradoxes and duality.

Current Mood: awake
Monday, September 22nd, 2008
9:41 pm
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Perhaps someone will recognize her...
Wednesday, August 13th, 2008
5:50 pm
Wednesday, August 6th, 2008
5:36 pm
Professor Edward Carnby
You should be able to feel the symbols now.

HI. This is a post to let you know I am still updating my LJ and also to entertain Asa, since he has run out of stuff to do.
Friday, July 25th, 2008
1:11 pm
Mandaliet superstar
For some reason, I have begun working on translating the musical Jesus Christ Superstar into Furcadia speak.
The Cast:
Jesus Christ as Mandaliet (or is it Mandaliet as Jesus Christ?)
Vijay is Pilate
xPi is Judas
Kitsune Lunari is Herod
Janet is God
The lepers are noobs (Taking this out of context would be fun)
And I am Simon Zealotes.
Oh, and Kangaroo is Mary Magdalene. Song I have done so far are Mystifying, What's the Buzz, Heaven on their Minds, The Temple and Lepers, Simon Zealotes and Poor Jerusalem. Enjoy.

[b]Haven on their Minds (Not a typo):[/b]
My mind is clearer now
At last all too well
I can see where we all soon will be
If you strip away the daliet from the man
You will see where we all soon will be

You’ve started to transform
a gryffe into a bird or two
You really do believe
This talk of new digos is true
And all the meowing you’ve done
Will soon get swept away
Your digo has begun to matter more
Than the things you say

Listen, Manda I don’t like what I see
All I ask is that you listen to me
And remember--
I’ve been your right hand man all along
You have set them all on fire
They think you are a phoenix for hire
And they’ll hurt you when they find they’re wrong

I remember when this whole thing began
No talk of daliet then
We called you a man
And believe me--
my digos haven't expired
But every word you say today
Gets twisted round some other way
And they’ll hurt if they think they're fired

Naia Green, your famous son
Should have stayed a great unknown
Like Vijay playing gunbound--
He’d have made his round
Bunging shots and using s2
Furcadia would've been yay, and not so gay

Listen Manda do you care for your port space?
Don’t you see we must keep in our place?
We are occupied-
Have you forgotten how banned we often are?
I am frightened by the noobs
for they have only moobs
And they’ll crush us if we go too far
If we go too far!!!

Listen, Manda to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
But it’s sad to see the noobs eating our corn
All your followers are blind
Too much Haven on their minds
But now it's all forlorn
Now it's Hawthorn!

[b]What's the Fuzz?[/b]

What's the fuzz? Tell me what's happening...


Why should I need to meow?
Don't you mind about the guardians, don't you try to think of them
Save those thoughts for later, just play some R.E.M


What's the fuzz? Tell me what's happening...


I could give you facts and figures - even give you plans and forecasts
Even tell you where I'm going -


When do we ride into the HC?


Why should I need to meow?
Why are you obsessed with hearing me meow?
If you knew the path we're riding, you'd most definately say ow.


What's the fuzz? Tell me what's happening...


Let me try to cool down your face a bit...


Kangaroo - mm - that is good
While you keep typing through your supper, blablabla, and blablabla
Only Kangaroo has tried to hug me, and tralala


What's the fuzz? Tell me what's happening?...


It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying
That a Mandaliet like you can waste his time on women of her kind
Yes I can understand that she amuses
But to let her snug you, stroke your fur, that's hardly in your line
It's not that I object to her alt trading
But she doesn't fit in well with what you teach and say
It doesn't help us if you are inconsistent
They only need a small excuse to ban us all away

Who are you to `look at her? Who are
you to `ignore her?
Leave her, leave her, let her be now
Leave her, leave her, she's with me now
If your slate is clean - then you can
throw pillows
If your slate is not then leave her alone

[b]Furn and Noobs[/b]
Walk on in, you won't earn spurn
Come on in -- for the best in Furn
Take your pick of the finest herms
Name your price, they've all got germs
Come on, now it's going fast
This slave I have is not the last


Furcadia should be a place of kids
But you have made it a den of whores
Get out, get out

My time
Is almost through
Little left to do
After all
I've tried for three years
Seems like thirty
Seems like thirty


See my back, it has no wings
See me stand, I have nothing
To spruce me up, to make me sing
See my furre, it's a default one
See my desc, the tag is gone
I believe you have free digos
Give me one, for I have none, noes!
Will you give me digos, Mands?
Will you gift me free stuff, Mands?
Will you give me digos Mands?
Will you hand me all your stuff?


Oh, there's too many of you, don't push me
Oh, there's too little of me, don't crowd me
Buy your own!

[b]Tan Zealotes and Poor Furcadia[/b]
Manda you know I love you
Did you see I waved
I believe in you and Janet
So tell me that i'm saved

Manda I am with you
Hug me, Hug me Manda
Manda, I am on your side
Pet me, Pet me Manda!

Mands what more do you need to convince you?
That you've made it, and you're easily as strong
As the filth from Furn who rape our people
And who've terrorized our dream for so long

Manda you know I love you
Did you see I waved
I believe in you and Janet
So tell me that i'm saved

Manda I am with you
Hug me, Hug me Manda
Manda, I am on your side
Pet me, Pet me Manda!

There must be over fifty thousand
Screaming love and all for you.
And everyone of fifty thousand
Would do whatever you ask him to.
Keep them yelling their devotion,
But add a touch of hate at Furn
And you will rise to a greater power!
We will win ourselves our home!
And you'll get the power and the glory!
For ever and ever and ever!
And you'll get the power and the glory!
For ever and ever and ever!
You'll get the power and the glory! (For ever Amen!)
For ever and ever and ever! (For ever Amen!)
You'll get the power and the glory! (For ever Amen!)
For ever and ever and ever! (For ever Amen!)

Neither you Tan, nor the fifty thousand
Nor the Herms, nor the Noobs
Nor xPi, nor the twelve
Nor the guardians, nor the scribes
Nor doomed Furcadia itself
Understand what power is
Understand what glory is
Understand at all
Understand at all

If you knew, all that i knew
My poor Furcadia
You'd see the truth, but you'd live a lie
But you'd live a lie
While you live
Your troubles are many
Poor Furcadia
To conquer death
You only have to die
You only have to die
Saturday, July 19th, 2008
10:10 am
Not just yet!
This post will consist out of things that come up as I am typing.
Maniacal makeover.
Bowties on Mandaliet.
Waxing the chin.
From my brain into my finger
Drive-up weddings? Wth?
So who's that scummy man?
How dare he!
Kotramif Slikomif.
I am sure Homefries is reading this.
Vijay is a nice guy.
Hundreds of Elvises.
Asa likes dairy.
I am done with this post now. Meow.
Friday, February 1st, 2008
10:44 am
Hi, here's a meme-type survey thing that you can fill out if you want.

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?

2) What was your dream growing up?

3) What talent do you wish you had?

4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?

5) Favorite vegetable?

6) What was the last book you read?

7) What zodiac sign are you?

8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.

9) Worst Habit?

10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?

11) What is your favorite sport?

12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?

13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?

14) Most memorable moment from 2007?

15) Tell me one weird fact about you.

16) Do you have any pets?

17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?

18) What was your first impression of me? (you can be honest, I can take it)

19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?

20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?

21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?

22) What color eyes do you have?

23) If money was no issue, where would you travel?

24) Bottled or canned soda?

25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?

27) What's your favorite place to hang out?

28) Do you believe in ghosts?

29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?

30) Do you swear a lot?

31) Biggest pet peeve?

32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?

33) Do you appreciate romance?

35) Do you believe in God?

36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
Monday, December 3rd, 2007
10:24 am
Propaganda on LJ?
Word has reached my ears that LJ will now be used as the tool of a revival of propaganda of a Soviet nature. (Run on sentence, sweet)

I will join in!

Sunday, November 4th, 2007
7:35 pm
The threat of gun control, an article by Doug Hagin,
Critically analysed

The article “The threat of gun control” written by Doug Hagin, a writer whose column has been published in many different newspapers, such as American Daily and Republican News Daily, presents the reader with a viewpoint that is almost synonymous with any American republican, namely that guns are an important and even essential part of American daily life. Rather than provide counter arguments, this text aims to analyse and where possible debunk Hagin’s claims.

The first two paragraphs the reader is presented with immediately set the tone. The most important right any American person has is, according to Hagin, the well known second amendment. Straight from what is cited in the American Bill of Rights: “A well-regulated Militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.” Of course, the Americans have the right to be ready when the Redcoats come knocking on the door again, claiming taxes due retroactively since the country’s independence. But that independence is long since a fact. It gained its independence from Great Britain in 1776. In other words, over 200 hundred years, America has had its freedom never threatened. Historians will cite Pearl Harbour as one of those threats, but it was an pre-emptive strike, rather than a prelude to invasion. Recent events, like the 11th of September 2002 might be another such an example wrongly used. An act of terror, and not the opening shots of a war. History has shown that Americans are often, if not, the invaders rather than the invaded.

Other countries have tighter gun control, and yet, none of the other Western nations are suffering the risk of invasion or erupted in anarchy. Then why is this mister Hagin so scared of losing his gun? It is likely the fear of the unknown. In the Soviet period of Russia, Americans were so obsessed with the Cold War that witch hunts were conducted and communists exposed wherever they could. Rather than a true enemy, the Russians were dehumanised out of xenophobia. The same goes for Muslims, these days. The Germans, Japanese, and even earlier back, the British. All of these groups were routinely ridiculed and portrayed to be less than human, a feat that Goebbels would be proud of.

The threat of gun control, an article by Doug Hagin,
Critically analysed

Mister Hagin cites an example of a mister DeMar, incarcerated for using his weapon against an intruder of his home. He states that “a local ordinance bans ownership of handguns, a clear violation of the constitution”. What if he had indeed killed the burglar? Instead of a simple gun owner, he would’ve been a killer, be it in self defence or not. Of course, this man, this DeMar, has the right to defend himself. But does it have to be with a lethal weapon? Wouldn’t a judo hold or perhaps mace work better? Also, there’s a little something I like to call “police”, which is to be called. They are the ones who are supposed to take care of people like that. Imagine, if you will, a world full of vigilantes. Everybody killing whomever they perceived to be bad. Where would it end? This is the risk of weapons for everyone.

A direct quote from mister Hagin’s 13th paragraph: “Apparently Chief Carpenter has been drinking the gun grabbers Kool-Aid pretty regularly if he believes such ignorant statements. As I wrote just last week well over 2 million Americans use guns to defend themselves annually in America. Maybe Carpenter does not approve of self-defense?”.
Enjoyable quote, but let me use numbers as well.

Households With a Gun 49%, 47,600,000
Adults Owning a Gun 31%, 59,100,000
(Taken from JustFacts.com)

This was in 1994. More recent numbers are not available. Now, imagine another Gulf War, aforementioned 11th of September and more dehumanisation by the government. Are we scared yet? The ability to broadcast propaganda, even better than a certain mister Goebbels from Germany, has impressed the need for weaponry on Americans more than before, no doubt. The Chief Carpenter Hagin mentions is right. The police are there for a reason.

“If some other family actually follows Carpenter's advice and dials 911 and hopes help arrives in time they might be killed in their own home but they will have Chief Carpenters "regrets."”. How about non-lethal means? Mace can be used, and is widely available in America. Pepper spray, ditto. Or tasers. Learning Judo. Any sort of self defence weapon that is not lethal will help. While not as widely spread as guns, like the .22 calibre even sold in
The threat of gun control, an article by Doug Hagin,
Critically analysed

supermarkets, they will do the job of discouraging the intruder to enter and continue his search for valuables. The question inadvertently is raised: “What about enemy soldiers? The Russians? Aliens?”. Also, for that exists an answer. The United States Army. Of course, with the majority of the soldiers currently digging holes in the Iraq sand and finding cover in the rubble, this might be a problem. But there’s an answer to that. Sadly, this is the time nor place to discuss that particular issue.

In closing, gun control could be better regulated and the guns controlled less freely available. It is hardly a good sign when there’s more gun stores in a country than there are armouries controlled by the authorities. And speaking of bias, of course someone is going to be against tighter gun control when they write for the Republican News Daily. Right mister Hagin?
Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
10:38 am
Passing Fame and Staying Power
Here's an essay I wrote for my Literature class. Posted thanks to popular demand. (Hi Vijay!)
The poems are:

Passing Fame and Staying Power
A critical literary essay by Rutger de Wit

Passing Fame and Staying Power discusses the theme of fame used in poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley and John Updike, respectively. The poems are called “Ozymandias”, referring to Ramses II, a pharaoh of ancient Egypt, and “Ex-Basketball Player”, that deals with the eponymous basketball player, Flick Webb, a fictional character whose lot is not dissimilar to that of many other American teenagers. To discuss the theme of fame, four aspects of poetry were chosen and subsequently used to analyse both of the poems. The aspects in questions are diction, use of perspective, tone and style.

The diction used in both poems differs greatly. Where Updike uses common words to convey his picture of Flick Webb standing at the gas station, tending to whomever comes in with a flat tire, Shelley uses less colloquial words. The use of words by Updike is common, almost colloquial. A good example of this is featured in the third stanza, in the third line: “He bucketed three hundred ninety points”. This word is the basketball version of scoring, because the area where a player tends to score from is shaped similarly to a bucket. So, when Updike tells the reader Webb “bucketed” three hundred ninety points, it is inferred that Webb scored that many points in 1946. In sharp contrast, Shelley uses a more outspoken form of English in his poem. The best example of this is found in the eighth line “The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed”. While it might seem obscure, this sentence means “The hand that created them (the passions of Ozymandias) and the heart it was fed by”. These two examples showcase the greatest difference in diction, one simple and the other more abstract.

Both of the poems are told from the perspective of the writer, evident in the first line of “Ozymandias” and the fifth line of the fourth stanza of “Ex-Basketball Player”, being “I met a traveller from an antique land” and “I saw him rack up thirty-eight or forty” respectively. As a result, one can infer that the storyteller relates to us directly the “events” told in both of the poems. This use of perspective shows how close the author was to the subject of the poems.

The following aspect on the list is tone. The tone of a story greatly influences how someone perceives the work. That raises the question of what kind of tone both of the poets actually used in their poems. In “Ozymandias” by Shelley, the tone used is a melancholic, almost sad tone. This becomes apparent in the fifth line of the poem, where it is said that the visage of the statue has a “frown and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command”. This is telling for the poem, in that it shows its negative tone. Shelley could have presented the sneer as a smile, but seemed to insist on a sneering demeanour. The final feeling that Shelley leaves the reader with is one of loneliness. “Nothing beside remains, Round the decay of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away”.
The statue is the only thing that stands in the vast stretches of sand, filling the reader with loneliness, and as with the previous example, melancholic. At the same time, it also demonstrates the staying power of this statue. The pharaoh in question, Ozymandias, has ruled Egypt over 3000 years ago. And yet, today we know of him, in part thanks to this statue.
By sharp contrast, “Ex-Basketball Player” does not quite instil this same feeling. If anything, the eponymous player Flick Webb, will have been forgotten after a while, as new stars come and go, just like him. The telltale sign for this conclusion is found in the fourth stanza. It immediately opens with: “He never learned a trade, he just sells gas, checks oil and changes flats”. Compared to Ozymandias, Webb will leave perhaps a small memory in a yearbook but will never come close to a statue of his own, let alone multiple.

For the last aspect of poetry, this essay deals with style. That is to say, the collection of diction, rhythm and imagery. Both poets paint a vivid picture of the people they deal with. They do not quite describe both the pharaoh and the ex-basketball player in physical details, but show them memorised in some way or another, as already mentioned before.

While all aspects of poetry used to help find out the attitude towards fame, the tone is the best aspect to find this attitude. The attitude towards fame in “Ozymandias” is that it can last forever. Despite being exposed to the winds and sands of Egypt, the statue is still recognisable as being that of Ramses II. Conversely, nobody will remember Flick Webb now, in the case of him being a true person. It is hard to be remembered for something as small as being good at basketball for one year. So in conclusion, for some people, fame is passing. The others, they have staying power.

Current Mood: indifferent
Wednesday, October 10th, 2007
3:18 pm
Hi guys, here's three poems I might submit for my Literature class.

This one is called "At Thermopylae"

"A long time ago, and far away
thee hundred strong were we
but many times was the enemy
at the battle of Thermopylae.

Our bave king led us into the fray
and destroyed many times our number.
We cut them down and built a wall like lumber
at the battle of Thermopylae.

In the end, we all were slain,
would never see our home again,
but they did not pass,
at Thermopylae."

This next one is short, and is called "Epic Poem"

"An epic poem this is not,
Homer or Bierce are not me,
even so I'd like to see,
that no-one forgot"

The last one is based on my own novel that's in the making.
It's called "Before After"

"120 strong they came,
from under the crust of the earth,
and one from the moon, none the same
destroying many a house and hearth.

Fake gods they pretended to be,
Thor, Ganesh, Samedi and others aside.
Few men could understand, they wouldn't see
what they were really like, the gods denied.

Now most lay dead, blinded by faith.
Others still live, altered for all days,
never sleeping, only eating, walking in a gait,
a single transformation, but many other ways.

The world then forever changed,
when the eye of the moon came close,
and the After Began"

Current Mood: Poetic
Monday, June 25th, 2007
9:30 pm
Quick picture

Current Mood: giggly
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