| Best. X-Files. Episode. Ever. |
[14 Jul 2007|01:12pm] |
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Because learning Kanji 6 hours a day in addition to going to classes / work is severely psychotoxic, I've been re-watching old X-Files episodes again to sooth my frayed nerves. I started last week with the pilot, and have just reached my favorite ever episode bar none:
X-Files S03 Ep12 'War Of The Coprophages'
It's got everything - UFO sightings, mysterious deaths, paranoia-spreading news reporters, metal insects, conspiracies involving the US Department of Agriculture (!), Mulder flirting with hot-ish female scientist named 'Bambi', and Scully dissing Mulder and debunking his speculations time and again in an in-your-face-Spooky kind of a way.
It's hilarious. Unless you're severely entomophobic, go watch it now.
On second thought, watch it even if you've got entomophobia- it's well worth it :)
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| We don't actually have a solution .... |
[02 Jul 2007|08:56pm] |
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... but we've got a new name for the problem :)
Reading up on Generation X again, I found this:
Option Paralysis:
The tendency, when given unlimited choices, to make none.
along with this:
Ultra Short Term Nostalgia:
Homesickness for the extremely recent past.
"God, things seemed so much better in the world last week."
and this:
Now Denial:
To tell oneself that the only time worth living in is the past and that the only time that may
ever be interesting again is the future.
Sw33t :)
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| Grufties sind anstrengend. |
[10 Jun 2007|01:43am] |
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So, instead of going to Kassel to some Gothic club or another as I had originally planned, I stayed in Marburg and went to some Metal concert(s) at the Knubbel.
What a good choice !
After spending days and days at Gothic parties & festivals these last months, it was good to hear some _guitars_ actually _played_, and that with vigor. Besides, at parties, Goths seem to care first about Being Seen, then about Being Cool, then about music, and lastly, sometimes, Having Fun. Metallers, on the other hand, seem to care about music first, then about having fun, then some more fun, then some fun. Oh, and fun, of course.
Don't get me wrong, I actually _like_ Goths. Fine people, no doubt. But most of them are very very self-absorbed. (And that's my bloody part, dammit ! ;)
All in all, Metallers are just sooooo much more relaxing than Goths !
In other news, I'm dead tired/sleepy right now, but apart from that, I'm doing rather fine. I really needed these last few days off (I haven't been to the university since Tuesday) to sort things out and get Stuff (tm) that made my life hell for a week out of my system.
Well, I seem to have succeeded to some degree - the idea of going to classes or actually starting to study (which I haven't yet done at all this term) doesn't frighten me anymore.
I like that.
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| "You don't have to sleep to see mightmares" |
[09 Jun 2007|01:06pm] |
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Leaving
(Anne Clark)
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Remember me for what I was
Not as I am now
I'll merge into the shadows
I'll disappear into the rain
Remember me for what I was
Not as you see me now
I'll walk out into tomorrow
I'll melt into the sun
Remember me for what I was
A glance in your direction at the right time
A smile breaking into a crescent moon
A word of reassurance
I'll protect myself
Against the cold lash of tongues and lies
I'll blend in with the crowd
I'll disperse into the stream
I'll fade into the darkness
I'll turn and walk away
Remember me for what I was
As one world breaks in two
I'll follow my own stricts
I'll forge another path
Remember me for what I was
Not what I couldn't be
Remember me for what I was
And shall never be again
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| Kanjistrichzugerkenung fooooooo ! |
[22 May 2007|11:44pm] |
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Ich _liebe_ meinen Pocket-PC !
Nachdem ich vor kurzem endlich die Kanji-Strichzugerkennung zum laufen bekommen habe, hab' ich mich heute mal ein wenig eingehender damit auseinandergesetzt. This. is. so. spiffy !
Hallo, das Ding erkennt ein von mir geschriebenes 警察 auf Anhieb! Und das bei meiner Sauklaue ...
Ich hab' mal spaßhalber die Kanji aus Intermediate Japanese Lektion 8 damit eingegeben. Ergebniss:
a) Erkennt die Kanji auch dann problemlos, wenn man die Strichreihenfolge nicht einhält
b) es geht ziemlich fix
c) es macht tatsächlich Spaß o_O
Und der Vorteil gegenüber dem DS: Ich kann die Kanji direkt ins JWPce eingeben und wahlweise im englischen oder deutschen Wörterbuch suchen. So schreib' ich die Kanji, die ich nachschlagen will, auch tatsächlich mal -> mehr Übung -> mehr gut ;)
So, erstmal genug Fanboying für's Erste.
またね !
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| To define is to limit ;) |
[18 May 2007|09:16pm] |
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Soooo ....
because I have to do every silly quiz I run across, I obviously had to do this one, too:
 | You scored as Old School Goth.
Old School Goth | | 63% | New Romantic | | 25% | Japanese Lolita Goth | | 25% | Positive Punk | | 25% | New School Goth | | 25% | Industrial Goth/Rivethead | | 13% | Bohemian Goth | | 0% | Cyber Goth/Graver | | 0% | Poseur/Hot Topic Goth | | 0% | Glam Goth | | 0% | Fetish Goth | | 0% | Satanic/Luciferian Goth | | 0% | Death Rocker | | 0% | Vampyre Goth/Vampyre Lifestylist | | 0% |
Gothic Styles (and types)
created with QuizFarm.com |
Gee, an Old School Goth... who would've thunk it... *g*
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| Cleaning up is good for you, after all |
[02 May 2007|08:50pm] |
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Shi-Boo-Ya !
I just found my lost MP3-Player that I've been looking for virtually everywhere - everywhere, that is, but under the kitchen table behind some bags.
I have no idea whatsoever how it might have gotten there, but quite frankly, I don't really care :)
The Power Of Music is once more with me. HA !
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| Back in Black |
[23 Apr 2007|12:43pm] |
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After three weeks of forced abstinence, I've got internet access again.
Ph34r me !
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| Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeird stuff |
[19 Feb 2007|10:56pm] |
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I _love_ them Internets.
Especially on days like this, when I find a song I haven't heard for oh-I-don't-know-how-long-maybe-10-years-maybe-15.
And most especially when it's such an utterly, utterly psychedelic song.
Go watch it. Now.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=1uPf_wBmNNY
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| Crashing from Hyper |
[22 Dec 2006|12:08pm] |
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Soooooo, it's Friday morning, I just woke up and I'm pretty much feeling hungover - slight headache, mild nausea, and my usual added symptom of post-drinking-depression.
Only trouble is, I didn't drink any alcohol at all last night.
I suppose this is what has to happen after weeks of constantly trying to be busy with something, anything; weeks of not nearly getting enough sleep, weeks of desperately trying to cram as much life into one day as one can.
Now, as I seem to be slowly coming to, there's evidence of the chaos in my head all around.
My room is a mess. Okay, it usually is, but this is way beyond normal, this is a catastrophe.
The rest of the apartment pretty much is, too, despite the fact that Yvonne actually cleaned up when she was here again.
The cancellation notice for our apartment is lying on my desk, on top of a stack of random paper, and I still haven't signed it yet. That would mean that I actually had to _face_ the consequences; it would mean that I actually did what I did. I can't do that yet. I just can't.
What is _really_ bad, however, is looking back at the last couple of weeks.
I didn't do anything for my university classes, but that isn't that bad - I can catch up again.
But I have generally been acting in stupid, superficial, childish ways; I have done a lot of petty, unfair and highly inappropriate things, and I'm sure that I have changed what people think of me generally for the worse, as well as alienated friends with my behavior.
And while the former just makes me want to hide somewhere and/or slap myself, the latter is what really worries me ....
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| お酒過ぎる |
[10 Dec 2006|03:53am] |
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Today is one of those days
you realize how easy things you thought were hard can be
you understand how hard the simple things truly are
you can't tell your friends what's truly the matter
you _do_ tell mere acquaintances your deepest troubles
you discover people you thought were close to you are so very distant
and you find friends where you suspected strangers
A good day. A strange day. A terrible day.
A terrible day. A strange day. A good day.
A day, and this is most important, that you realize that whatever comes your way, you somehow _will_ handle.
A. Good. Day.
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BEFORE I GET OLD
(Sullivan) 1990
I'm going to kiss the girls, make them cry
Live too fast, still not die - before I get old
I'm going to see you raised above this place
Watch the moments shine upon your face
Before I get old
I'll watch the sun set over every sea
From every city wall, every mountain peak
Before I get old
The Northern Lights and the Southern Cross
The harvests and the miles of dust
And the blowing wind across the world
So wrap this coat around yourself
And leave what's done behind
There's so much left for us to do
And yet there's so little time
I'm going to pull the fences to the ground
Watch the twisted towers come crumbling down
And start again
I want to be a hero and a villain and a father and a son
Take care of my body and abuse it still
Until everything goes numb
So let's make this dance and never fear
That there's any real reason why we're all here
Live real fast, still not die
Before I get old
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| The Impress of Shamrock, The Hero of my Heroes and Me |
[01 Dec 2006|08:51am] |
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BETTER THAN THEM
(Sullivan) 1984
This is our town, this is Friday night
Dressed in our rags and our rage and our best
Piercing eyes looking for something - anything, anyone.
Stare across the floor as they begin to dance
Missing all the rhythms and the chosen right steps
And we laugh and we drink in our corner again
We're better than them
Divided we were born, divided we live
Divided we fall, divided we die
Still we tell ourselves over and over again
We're better than them
With our hunger and our hatred, we all walk this town
With our fear and our weakness - just holding on
With our doubt and our emptiness and this cold, cold frown
We've got to be so important, we'll put the whole damn world down
And we build the walls that we can hide behind
And our finest weapon is our poisoned pride
Here in this town where the jealousies burn
We're watching you
'Cause truth is only what we need it to be
To bring us survival through each and every day
When nowhere is safe and nowhere is home - just be cool
And what was she wearing and what did he say?
Who goes with who and what did they do?
We tell ourselves over and over again
We're better than them , we're not like them
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| Dreamwalker |
[04 Nov 2006|08:26pm] |
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Sorting through stuff on my HD, I found this:
Dreamwalker
11.08.1996
Strolling through strange corridors
twisting, turning like a maze
it’s hard to breath, for the very air
is a grey titanium haze
I’m trapped inside this labyrinth
without hope of breaking free
for the walls of my own thoughts
are impassable for me
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| Stundenplan |
[11 Oct 2006|07:27pm] |
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Hm, ich glaube langsam zu wissen, wo der Haken beim Magisterstudierendendasein ist ...
Dieses Semester habe ich 28 Wochenstunden (davon 2 WS zum Spass, weil coole Veranstaltung) o_O
Und da ist der HiMi-Block noch nicht mal mit reingerechnet ...
Zum Vergleich: letztes Semester hatte ich gerade mal 22 WS, davon 4 nur weil cool.
Andererseits vielleicht ganz gut so - ich geh' ja nicht studieren, um mit Minimalaufwand durchzukommen, sondern will auch was mitnehmen. Sonst hätt' ich auch gleich weiter arbeiten gehen können. :)
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| Strange day |
[26 Aug 2006|02:35am] |
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Tonight a (female) stranger told me I was handsome.
This does not happen often.
In fact, I'm not sure when the last time someone other than my girlfriend told me that was.
Meh, who cares. Anyway, I'm flattered :)
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| Weird old things |
[28 Jul 2006|11:33am] |
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Sorting through decade-old mail is _really_ interesting.
The things one can find there ...
Like, for example, the postcards my ex-fiancee from 10 years ago used to break up with me. Yes, postcards. Well, technically she broke up with me by phone before sending me the cards, but still ...
Funny how these things can still hurt after such a long time.
Anyway, not that important.
Moving on now.
What somehow _is_ important is this weird postcard I found, one of those freebie-ones, that obviously was given to me as it doesn't have a stamp, and I sure don't know who gave it to me - it's not signed, and I don't recognize the handwriting ...
Anyway, written on that postcard is a quote from a movie, the last part of which has been going around in my head for _years_, and now _finally_ I know where I got it from ...
Here it is :
"Ich habe keine Angst mein Leben zu fälschen, nur Angst davor, daß ich es eines Tages nicht mehr bemerke und weitermache, Angst, daß es so zum normlaen Leben wird, zu einem langen, bedeutungslosen Stoffwechsel, angesichts dessen ich nicht mehr erschrecke. Lieber sähe ich mein eigenes Blut fliessen, ohne darüber noch ein Wort zu verlieren."
Sweet Jesus ....
So anyway, to whoever gave me this postcard :
T h a n k y o u !
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| 私はNMAが好きです |
[18 Jul 2006|01:15pm] |
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AIMLESS DESIRE
(Sullivan/Heaton) 1995
"I was working shift on the six o'clock, quiet in the pale dawn.
Found a bird caught in the machinery - set it free and watched it go
Quit the job that very day, and flew into the sky
Just following after this aimless desire, this awful desire, this worthless desire.
Now I've found causes and I've found families, but nothing ever lasts;
I've known people I'd die for - if only they had asked.
Where I'm from is not my home, and neither's where I'm bound;
Just following after this aimless desire, worthless desire
So tonight beneath the bridge where the fires burn,
God, take the freedom back,
deliver me from the aimless desire, the worthless desire
And chimera she waits, and I have still got this hole in me
still got this hole inside of me"
God I love New Model Army ....
In other news, the two scariest exams this week are done, and I'm a bit more relaxed.
I kinda like that.
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