Call me a Sheep.

Heh... A rare few amongst you may realise the irrevelant humor of this, based around a rather boisturous argument recently hosted by a friends Livejournal over that very word...

Continuing.. *Ahem*
Call me a Sheep.
If you must.
I've been known to be easily lead, to be influecned by those around me with little to no effort on their part.
But soemtimes, I do things, damn the consequences!! Then I just tyr to hide the fact I did it...

Buying Enrique Encliasorhoweverthegrozityouspellmyname's album was one such act.
Admittedly, I have wide and varied taste. To the point I must scare the curly haired girl who seems to always end up serving me at Marks Music.
I could claim that I bought it for a friend, but I didn't.
The reason was, a day or so ebfore I was watching Rage. To those who know me, this is a strange and rare sight, heralding the dawn of the apocalypse or a new age of peace... Something like that... And the song came on. Maybe it's English Lit's evil influence, reaching out from my past with it's cold, icy hands to grope me in places I shouldn't mention ona public message forumn of types... But that Video clip ROCKS. It's got better filmotography than a lot of movies I've seen. The storyline unfolds nicely, with some things left for you to contemplate, complete musical backing.. And Jennifer "ohIwanthertohavemychildren" Love Hewitt. I wonder if you can sub in a "name" when they already have a middle name.. Or is the Love Hewitt a hyphon thing?

So yes, that's my dirty little secret. Now being an old romantic at heart, I've listened to it once or twice. But mosta the time when soemthing comes on form his album, I hit the skip button faster than you can say Shazam!

Hrmmmm... Blogger Pro.
I'd almost sign up to tell the guys who made this public soap box for my tom foolery 'Thank you'. And to say Thank you for not trying to force me to pay for this Blogger. But then... I look at the features.. And most all of it is avaliable for free by Livejournal... Which, other than allowing me to keep my current user name... Makes the use-ability of such a pay-for-use service questionable... Would it really improve my enjoyability of Blogging? I kinda like being able to hide behind an invisible web of 'No comments' and such... There's always ICQ, but I have an Ignore button on there. And I will use it. No details offered but I recently used it on Omad. So, if you think you're above the big silence... Think again.

I know, this isn't upto my standard of Uber Blogging. But I just don't have enough dieas to make an Uber Blog worth reading.
Hrmmm... Doc is hiding offline somewhere... Oh well. For now, I scintilate your reading senses with a extract from one of his Sci-Fi stories. I found it quite good.

The memory was implanted, false. her old life was gone, who she was had vanished. Her cortex had been sold into slavery, abused with the least expensive meme drugs her pimps could buy from the backs of seedy warehouses in the industrial zones. Eventually it happened, as it did with most: the last wipe had destroyed something, snapped her minds frail hold on real memory versus false, scrambling her mind like eggs in a blender. She was useless then, except as a doll to be propped up on life support, and even then a greater liability than she - it - was worth. They found her in a dumpster, before the o/d of tox had a chance to completely finish her off.

The only thing that'd saved her was the implants. He'd taken pity on her when he saw her. she reminded him of Dex. Same build, same color hair, same face even. Hard to tell really, with all the gene splicing going on in the last century. Maybe it was once of her gen-sisters. Maye her grandma got lucky with a gene combo one of the corporations wanted and sold her essence to the company. It didnt matter anyway.

He was a cop then. Not one of the best, not he worst even, or the most corrupt, or the lowest paid, just one of a long line of city officers who'd seen too much and done less. He'd been there when they dragged her body from the dumpster, looked at her lying amongst fish heads and egg shells, stripped of whatever she had been, right down to her memes.

- extract from "dex", By Glen Scott

That would be (C) and all that folks. No touchy.

(Sorry for not asking Doc, but it should keep 'em entertained and will make my Blog look like it has a point.)

Which it doesn't incidentally. I'm merely Blogging for the sake of Blogging.
Can anyone explain the difference between Post and Publish to me?
I'm confused...

Anyway, going to Party-harty tonight. Gonna stalk someone tommorrow. It's a big weekend for me.
Drinking and handling of Light sabers will be involved tonight.
Don't know what will happen with Stalking... But Iceageiness will occur afterwards.
Should be good.
Or will at least shut Tash up about it if it isn't.

(This selection deleted under concern of hurting peoples feelings. May turn up later when I get sick of self cencorship)
To those I haven't yet bragged to... My new speakers rock. I don't care what Damo says, the sound these things pump out at a Quarter sound is beutiful. And the only distortion they cause when maxed out is from making everything in my damn room vibrate with Subwoofer powered Bass.

I still haven't gotten over that initial high of being able to FEEL music. It's always felt tangible to me.. And now it IS.
It's a Blast.
Really must position them for full surround.
And get an Amp so I can include an extra speaker or 4. I want that central sound tunnel for full 5.1 joy.

Downloading Freedom Force Demo now.
Well, in cue to download.
I want ADSL...
Thinking about getting it.
1.5MBps is within my grasp.. Mmmm...
But according to Penny Arcade, Freedom Force is juicy. Like Hamster fat. Mmmmm.

Speaking of Fat, one of my goats mange to get under not one, but TWO fences today. It was crazy... I had to then try and get her back around and under and.. Blerg. All while dressed as Luke Skywalker...
Hmmm, might wear a shirt under my Karate top...
Good idea Bob! Thanks Tim...
In the time remaining before the party I think I shall... Hrmmmm.... Draw.
I need to work on my new style and get a strip done.

So, there you have it. My disjointed thoughts for the day.
Oh, and incidentally, Something Positive was introduced to Doc by Moi. Just, you know, FYI. Doc Normally gives credit, but no such credit was given.. So figured I'd speak up.

Me and Doc had a very interesting conversation involving Greased up, lithe, Nubile 17 year old teenagers and a Bath tub lately. Just felt that mental image was worth sharing with the males out there.

Boom, Baby.
-Kiljoy the Male
"This from the woman who proudly and publically purveys her cleavage to any who wander past her Live Journal? ;P" Kiljoy, during a conversation with Hyperlily about her being a bad influence. That and I figure the mention of cleavage will put me on the top 5 most used links on every search engine on the planet.

Yes, I am in a weird mood. Now move along or buy the damn Candy Floss.
posted by Unknown at 3/23/2002 01:03:00 AM [edit]