Stoicism and logic never smelt so good

"Permit nothing to cleave to you that is not your own; nothing to grow to you that may give you agony when it is torn away."

Stoicism is really a tempting way of life to lead for a while.

Who knows, I might even like it.

But then that wouldn't really be possible.

Life sure is interesting isn't it?

I really should get some more Sherlock Holmes, but Conan Doyle hasn't made any since a while ago.

Pink Floyd is amazing.

Now to find some fanfics

A google search for some Sherlock slash comes up with several disturbing links

Onward.

Disgusting

I really didn’t like it at all

Probably won’t read any more

The Prince 2: The Machiavelling

I may be the only person in the world that wants to see a movie made of this, but as our darling Machiavelli stated, and the current world leaders are proving; it only takes a few stupid people to ruin a few large empires.

I am thinking that, due to the nature of The Prince, the movie should be released as a series of short sketches, much like a retail instructional video.

A typical scene would work like this:

Minister critiques the prince in front of several high ranking lords of his lands.

The prince ignores the response by laughing it off.

PAUSE

The narrator steps in front of this and starts his monologue on how the prince has handled the situation, then talks about the need to appear strong in front of those who are directly under you in power.

RESUME

The prince hears the minister’s critique patiently, then draws his sword and beheads him yelling “How do you like that bitch? I’m the fucking prince here.”

Pumpkin

A man was talking to an angst ridden teenager outside a train station in the city, he had just called the businessman a sell-out for wearing a suit.

The Businessman responded that the emoteen's uniform was just as inviting, but his paid better.

The emokid responded in a rude way "You cry when you masturbate right?"

To his surprise the suit was prepared with a comeback "Always"

The suit then befriended the emokid, took him back to his condo, drugged, raped and killed him.

The moral of this story, don't be an emokid

A children's book

Well,

I was just thinking about how wonderful children are.

After I calmed down a bit, I decided to write a story book that would cripple them with fear and grief over its contents.

Hence this hideous atrocity was formed.

I think I probably should have just stayed in bed this morning.

On the other hand, time for a smoke and some sleeping and then sleep walking.

Maybe I might come visit you while you sleep tonight.

ChungYu is a Chinese linguistic trait of using four words in order to form a saying that is commonly recognised.

It has no actual context that makes it recognisable without a study of traditional Chinese stories

The ultimate meme, an entire culture’s sayings compounded in a code that only with instruction in it will any of them become clear.

I am studying them

Nothing to say, so I will just say something

If you want a vegetarian choice, I can only say that we did not budget for it; as you know, there is no accounting for other peoples’ tastes.


Does divine wrath cover killing people for annoying me?


God thinks slowly


A giant ninja, strong, yet agile


You misunderstand; I am merely giving you the opportunity to agree
before I do anyway


I like cats too, but they are harder to catch


Stop lying to your kids INC


If I were playing video games you would be the bad guy


Fuck you.

Fuck your mother.

She is your mother too.

Happy Satan day

The evolution of my mind: A brief history of ego and id.



I have always had cause to speak briefly and see things in their most basic forms, this has come as both a curse and a blessing to me.

To reduce the universe into a simple easily dissected form is the most insulting thing one can do to the complexity of creation, it is also one of the most honest steps a being can take to understanding that which is.

At the most basic level this can be described as linguistics, but linguistics can be explained by a single question: what if colour isn’t colour?

Nothing more needs to be said on that, I remember the first time this caused me to stop and think, I was five years old.

In kindergarden I was known for mixing several puzzles at once and rearranging them all together, the only reason I had was that it made things complicated enough to be enjoyable.

The balance between chaos and order is very easily summarised in that very statement. I was a Zen philosopher before leaving kindergarden.

But this was not enough for me, balance between chaos and order seemed to me to be yet another rule to be balanced, and so on ad nausium.

I felt myself as a chaotic force, but with nobody around to model these new feelings I hid them as best I could.

I remember pondering the nature of a conversation, trying to understand how it was possible that two people would say things backwards and forwards without having to pause and think about what they were saying.

During school I would often push every rule, and yet, I stand by my methods.

By testing the boundaries figuratively rather than literally I caused everyone to hypothesise about the limits of the rules.

I say this once only, I have never been caught.

My rule testing and breaking behaviour caused me to identify with the ferocious intelligence of the Velecoraptors in Jurassic park, testing the fences even though shocked a little; they would quickly find and exploit any weakness.

I tried playing dumb, but the mask soon became so entangled with my face that I became as my disguise. It disgusted me and I made a push to return to my origins.

Throughout I have found no point in my life that I believe that I was content, this is once again a curse and a blessing. But with no solution I find myself with a secreted yearning to step out that which blocks my content; my own brain.

I poison my body with drugs; they affect it for better or worse, but always cause the rift between my mind and body to widen.

I state now that it is entirely possible that with the destruction of the body the mind may roam free. This I call the philosophers paradise – your time on earth based on gathering as much or as little data as you see fit to compute for eternity.

This brings me to my list of terms that are ill defined and require a kick in the right direction:

Infinity: it is big, bigger than you can imagine, picture that. No…

Darkness: the absence of light? Why not define everything using what is absent, the reason; x’ = x + n

A mixed blessing: apart from the obvious religious implication, it suggests a balance, that you enjoy this thing as much as you dislike it. This is rarely the case.

The rest are for the field of metaphysics and ‘sexy maths’ to deal with, I refuse to waste my time beating my head against a wall trying to understand what no tutor can explain.

I have seen the universe in 4d, try Lysergic Diethylamide, you can sense a lot of things differently to how you normally would.

I sense within myself infinite potential, but with no direction and no driving force it is moot, I merely became reactive to others, which ultimately will lead to stagnation and the inevitable rot of my body.

Name a worthy cause; call on me to do your bidding any who believe themselves better than I.

I ask only for proof that satisfies me and I will serve you unwaveringly to my dying breath.

Your soul?

I can give you things.


Things you don't even think you could have.


Things you don't even know you could want.

Biology Exam Review

I have always been a fan of Biology as a science and, having followed the entire first semester’s play I felt it my duty as a fan to stick it out and get tickets for the exam.

It was cold; I woke up just before the sun, which is early for me as I normally go to bed around the same time. I moped around for a little while before heading off on a bus to the venue for what promised to be the assessment of the semester.

I had done some reading the week before, unable to keep my mind off the topic at hand, it all seemed exciting and confusing, the emotional stress that must be going through the heads of the examiners before this big one, the fatigue of an entire semester behind them, bliss and the holidays following this one last instructive assessment. From the reading I had determined that the exam was to be played out over a period of no more than three hours, with a fifteen minute reading warm up precluding the first hour.

With these things in mind, and a slight chill about my legs I started walking to my destination. Knowing that once inside I could relax amid a warm comforting academic atmosphere and enjoy the exam.

This was not how things were to play out.

Upon arriving I took out my necessary HB pencil and eraser, black ballpoint pen and university membership card and found my pre-booked seat. (I would like to take this opportunity to thank the university for managing the booking system flawlessly, I was forwarded details and the bill was sent directly to my government debt handling agency.)

I had a good view of my exam and had a good few minutes to stretch out before play commenced, it was in fact, during this time that I began to notice the ambient temperature was not what it could have been; it was freezing.

While not actually causing the solidification of stationary water, it was well below what was comfortable for a three hour stint of sitting. I thought of leaving, or complaining to the correct authority, but at that moment the exam began and I felt that rather than miss any of the extravagance I would sit it out and enjoy it.

The first third with an allocated time of an entire hour was dedicated to multiple choice questions; one truth, four falsehoods, Plato would have some interesting words on this method of examination.

This passed without much comment from the students surrounding me, no comment in fact. It was although this was no mere game to be played and enjoyed. Heedless I stared at the words on the page and coloured in little ovals on the answer sheet.

The second section involved more colouring, but with only fifty four minutes allocated to it, it seemed to skim by about six minutes faster than the last, as with the first two, the third followed with more mundane circling.

Thus far I had yet to run into anything that piqued my interest, the questions were what was to be expected from the season that had come before. It was good to see the same performance that I had expected, but nothing new had come from this, I blamed myself entirely for studying the guidebook too much pre-game, thus causing a lack of surprises.

In the fourth section I ran into a question that truly interested me, it was simple enough, but I couldn’t for the life of me decrypt it. The words melted before my gaze and the sheet ran black and white in streaks of colour beyond my comprehension.

I am NOT being poetic, this actually happened.

I realised I was shivering hard, I put up my hand for permission to go to the toilet, where a nice man offered to take my wallet, I declined and was informed that I could not use the toilet without submitting my wallet. I imagine this is how a bully in third grade would work. Instead of relinquishing my wallet and entering the toilet I paced up and down, trying to warm myself to no avail.

I struck up a conversation with one of the overseers who informed me that this was the standard for exams, and that the cold was due to a lack of penetrating sunlight. Caught up in the idea of sunlight shattering the building and spilling across the floor wiping student after student out in a single awesome heavenly stroke, I returned to my seat.

Fighting to answer the final questions, with over an hour on the clock and nothing in my head I felt an emotion that was like despair without giving up; farce.

I laughed loudly as I boldly reread my exam checking for errors. Then put my hand up and after thanking the instructor for a good season, with a reasonably expectable ending I left.

There was still a half an hour on the clock, but it was clear my exam was over, as was the season.

Computer made of granite

Life

It doesn't have an FAQ, there are no rules

There are no terms of service, no right and wrong

There is just you and your brain, make all your discissions on what you want to be doing at a single point, given everything you have experienced and everything you want to experience.

Live, don't fight it.

And for goodness sake, don't stop every time you find a tough discission and ask for directions, everyone else is just as lost as you


In short, shut up, I don't have the answers to your so called problems, DIE DIE DIE!

But angst is so tacky

You just love candy don't you?

I do, like a fish

Now, lets talk angry masturbation

You know, just thinking about how much you hate something and focusing all your anger at it while feeling pleasure.

Really interesting feeling

I am guessing it feels something like how people would feel during the 5 minutes hate in 1984.


Of course, the DALEK do not have feelings, but still, Dr. Who rocks my face.

Here is a lie, it is a lie

I can't think of anything that is certainly a lie or the truth.

Damn.

Ah well, at least I have this picture.


Being sane is boring, everyone thinks you are insane anyway.

That does it, time to make up some imaginary friends.

Xan, psychotic, likes knives, favorate food, bacon.

Right

Robot Sam, paranoid, obsessed with eyes watching him, lives in a cardboard box.

Hrmm, one more, these are sounding too similar to me anyway

Phoden, drinking problem, gets angry at children, has many awesome skills.

Punks are coming, everybody act moderately tough

It is warm inside
The rain is rightly outside
Cat stares at the rain
- boredom








They are the quiet ones

I have the only camera that can take pictures of them

But only I can see the pictures

It makes me think they know I am one of them

I try to ignore them, but they seem to be taking notice

Soon it will be over

The shadows are closing in

Those of you working hard to make a living writing

"As long as we live, and whatever fate may have been assigned to us, or we have chosen, there is no doubt that the better the quality of our communication the more useful (and agreeable) to ourselves and others we will be and the longer we wil be remembered. He who does not know how to communicate, or communicates badly, in a code that belongs only to him or a few others, is unhappy, and spreads unhappieness around him. If he communicates badly deliberately, he is wicked or at least a discourteous person, because he imposes labour, anguish or boredom on his readers."

Primo Levi


Because it is quite clear to me that so many people in the world do not want to communicate for various reasons, I wonder at his wisdom.

That said, those who do want to, why do you fail so hard?

Only good picture of me from China

There is no pun

Somehow chilling out never works as well once you acknowledge it

The same works for getting high

Once the first person in the group says something along the lines of 'i am so wasted!' the whole thing becomes farce and everyone starts thinking about, well, nothing at the time.

But after a while, all I think is, damn.

Turning people on is something that you can accommodate, but should not decide to do.

They have to seek it themselves

Of course, Newton fails to specify that you cannot come back to earth past the point directly opposite the point of origin...

They know

I have to be quick, or kill flying chickens while they are looking the other way.

That was an awesome party; wish I remembered more of it...

Well, that is the cost of finishing your first semester.

Exemption is awesome!

Because I actually felt like I earned it

Oh, the meme is just too tempting

I don't know about the rest of the world, but I find inside jokes distasteful.

If you are going to have an exclusive club, you should be trying to kill people or taking over the world or something that makes it worth keeping a secret

I don’t think my brothers like me taking photos of them while they sleep

Wimps!

Everything the light touches bulbasaur, that is our kingdom.

As if that could happen

I must not fear
Fear is the mind killer
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration
I will face my fear
I will let it wash over and through me
And in the end
Only I will remain

I do everso like Dune

Frank just does a brilliant job

I wish I knew more mentats

My Resume

Isaac Dunn

This is a resume; it gives you the information that you need to know in order to decide that I am worth employing.

I am 19 years old, am able to deal well in stressing situations, have reasonable personal skills and a total lack of any obvious disabilities.

I believe that there are two types of jobs that you can have: a direct trade of services for money, which I would love to avoid, and the benevolent dictatorship of business, in which everyone is given a fair chance to act like a human being and be treated like one. The second of course leads to me acting like a model employee.

I am currently studying a BSc and diploma of modern language at the University of Melbourne. I spent a gap year in China last year studying Chinese language at Liaoning University.

During my gap year I worked as a bartender for two months on weekends, this was mainly a gimmick, but I did learn how to pour a beer.

I also taught English with several companies, this was simple cash in hand work, mainly with university students with classes held in English and Chinese. I was expected to be punctual and put up with whatever disparaging my boss had to say about me in Chinese.

So call or e-mail me.

Isaac wrote this

I guess nobody would actually go for this.

I live in a world where dreams come true rarely, but sometimes

Also a haiku:

Morning clarity
The universe just makes sense
Morning cigarette

And one about my cat:

My cat will kill you
Eat your family and murder
Everyone you love

Hot chocolate being used without a pun

Of course I don't have a picture of hot chocolate, but trust me, I am drinking it now.

I was thinking about drug dealing to other planets yesterday.

Your lone ship arrives carrying the planets yearly supply of alcohol, caffeine, weed, tobacco, lsd, mdma, bacon rinds and soda fizz.

Everybody then throws a month long party in your honour, or gives you some money, or something.

Basically I was just thinking about capturing that happy feeling that everyone has when mildly addicted to something, then they get it.

Not that serious addiction though, no, that is scary.

Bacon

When I wake up in the morning it is six degrees outside and this makes a great segway for me to cook some bacon for breakfast.

I don't know how many of you have tried frying something without a shirt on. But if you have you will know bacon is to frying without a shirt on as zombies are to a picnic lunch at midnight.

And nobody wants that.

First Jazz, next...

Sounds like some dancing lesson or some such ill advised hobby.

But I should pick up something to do; playing with knives and getting drunk every weekend is hardly a noble pursuit.

However fun it may be.

If you ever hear two Chinese people speaking in their native language about how they need to score some weed at uni, laugh, I did.

Maternal breeding sac day poem for the woman who took it upon herself to propagate her gametes in the form of three human offspring:

Today has become,
Doughnut bacon surprise cake,
happy mother's day.

If I were female, I would just have my eggs surgically removed and buried under a tree

Bah, humbug