Tuesday, September 28, 2004

"A Certain Chemistry" quotes

"Her reply was to hoist up her nightdress and moon at me. Bit of an own goal, though, of course. Men can moon and it's funny or abusive or whatever. If a woman bends over and shows her bare bottom to you, well, the worst that can happen is you'll be too choked up with gratitude to get the words 'Thank you' out properly." "(copy editors, like, say, computer programmers or proctologists, are the kind of people you're hugely thankful exist, but whom you can't help worrying about at some very deep level)" "'There I am, supposed to be talking about my autobiography, and I can't think because my whole life is flashing before my eyes - how ironic is that?'" "We talked on and on. Talked for many times longer than we'd spent having sex, and, in its own way, it was better than the sex. Jesus. What am I on about? No it wasn't - the sex part was fucking stupendous. I appear to have started talking bollocks: sorry - that's the writer in me coming out, that is." "If you love your girlfriend, but you're planning to have sex with another woman the next day, then you feel a responsibility to massage her feet for absolutely however long she wants you to. It's all about respect, really." "'Keep an eye on me. After the third bottle [of wine] I might try to start a fight with someone but, if I don't, I'll need you to remind me.'" "When people say, 'I couldn't be happier!' they may well be right. When they say, 'I couldn't be any more miserable,' they are almost certainly grossly underestimating. I'd thought I'd felt like shit that day, but really I'd barely even entered the intestine." "Tom might feel like he's hurting 'cause he's lost Sara, but he's just hurting 'cause that's what happens to anyone at this point. The chemicals he's been getting are close to cocaine or nicotine not just 'cause they induce the same kind of pleasure, but 'cause they're addictive like them too. ... It's no wonder that now he's feeling just like someone who's going cold turkey." "They weren't meant to be together - or not meant to be together - they just met and were together for a while. Molecules and opportunity. That's the way you've got to look at these things."

Friday, September 24, 2004

New pTerry!

"Going Postal" is out soon! (I'm doing a little dance here, being really freakin' careful to not move my hand.) There's an excerpt here

“Look,” said Moist, “I don’t know what’s happening here, but I don’t know anything about delivering post!” “Mr. Lipwig, this morning you had no experience at all of being dead, and yet but for my intervention you would nevertheless have turned out to be extremely good at it,” said Lord Vetinari sharply. “It just goes to show: you never know until you try.”
I read "The Metamorphosis" yesterday. Great book. Related to it a bit too much, but great book. Found where I left "A Certain Chemistry" but didn't get around to reading much. Still extracted a few quotes though: "My academic career was indifferent to the point of beauty: I was so unremarkable, in every way, that the unvarying precision of my mediocrity achieved a kind of loveliness." "I'd scan the stock, ignoring everything but the price labels and the alcohol content of each item, do a quick 'cost divided by strength' calculation to work out the underlying Getting Pissed score of everything, and then go with whatever seemed most efficiently engineered."

Wednesday, September 22, 2004


Note to self :) Quote from the PG newsletter:

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.
Transformer name: Mark Hogan, from this day forward you will also be known as: Webclaw PG: http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/3/4/8/13484/13484-8.txt http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/3/4/7/13473/13473-mid/13473-all.mid http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/3/1/5/13153/13153-mid/13153-all.mid http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/3/5/1/13510/13510-h/13510-h.htm http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/3/2/5/3250/3250.txt http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext98/tprnc11.txt http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext04/8ldvc10.txt http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext04/metam10h.htm http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext01/wrnpc11.txt (I doubt I'll read the last - "War and Peace" - but it's nice to know where it is :)

More Leftism

Managed to shower, though my left arm isn't as clean as it could be. Got my prescription. My mother collected it for me, and was interrogated by the chemist, who thought the painkillers a bit strong - glad I didn't go drinking. Joe tried to make out that Shocks was asking if I could hold a plectrum, but I just cleared out some old messages on my phone, and received this:

Sender: Joe Time: 21-Sept-2004 16:38:53 How bads the hand, i only herd ya reefd yrself, wen i ws hedin home, every1 seemd 2 tink it was fairly bad, all i cud tink ws, 'shit,he needs 2 hands 4 gtar'
and this:
Sender: Joe Time: 21-Sept-2004 17:04:21 Oh, and if ya hav a can holdin hand, call up 2 the gaf 4 kenys bday, we r getin fukd up, no work 2moro n all


This came from Paul:

Maybe people have seen this but here be a cool link to see what you name would be if you were a transformer: If anyone knows the address of the wu-tang clan name generator i would appreciate it. http://www.coldhardslag.com/tfname So from this day forth I will be known as WRECKPATH. I imagine i am a robot that can turn into some kind of countyu council JCB with those big jackhammers that they use to rip up the road. But question is will I be an autobot or a dastardly decepticon? Methinks i will be a good autobot then work my way up to being Optimus primes right hand man and trusted confidante then sneakily destroy him by putting sugar in his gas tank and reveal that i was a decepticon all along Bwah ha ha ha. (I really am watching too much wrestling) Was anyone watching the new series that started on SKY one last night called DEADWOOD? I heard it was popular in the states (or with the yanks, as thurles people would say) so i decided to watch it. Anyone else who saw it will surely agree: "JESUS CHRIST I HAVE NEVER HEARD SO MUCH FUCKING BASTARDING SHIT EATING COCKSUCKING CUNTING LANGUAGE IN A TV SHOW IN MY LIFE" Even i was shocked with the amount of cursing but the show didnt seem that great I will keepwatching to see how it goes until it warps my fragile innocent little mind. And thats pretty much all i have to say about that. Talk to ye soon.
"Jimmy O'Regan, from this day forward you will also be known as: Vector beef" I think I prefer Lefty.

Call me "Lefty"

I had another accident at work yesterday. At the end of the day, we have to dispose of the slicer blades, which are hoop blades. We've been told time and again to throw them into the skip outside. I've been moved to the new line, which uses a longer blade than the others - which I'm used to. Normally, I break the blade in several places so I don't have to worry about the natural spring in the blade, but because I'm not used to these blades, I thought I would be playing it safe to not break it - this usually leads to several small cuts. As I threw the blade into the skip, the longer than usual blade snagged in my shorter than usual jacket - those of us who come in contact with meat wear knee lenth jackets, but the only jackets available were the ones for the packing area, which are a few inches shorter. If it had been one of the usual blades or jackets, I would have gone home as usual after a relatively boring day, but instead, the blade snagged while my hand kept moving, and the blade went halfway through my little finger. Quite painful. My friend John, who I've known since my school days, was emptying bins, and came over to me straight away. My instinct was to walk straight home, because I had a bad experience with first aid there after my last cut, but I trust him, and let him lead me in to the first aid area. I have only good things to say about how the management acted; the manager wrapped my finger in gauze while the Health and Safety officer drove his car around. I changed out of my work clothes with relatively little assistance - I've lost the use of my arm through RSI a few times since I started there - I only needed help with the jacket because I was still in shock at the time. One the way to the doctors, the (outgoing - he's retiring soon) health and safety officer told me that he tells the line managers every week to tell people to not throw the blades into the skip, and every week he's ignored - injuries are all too common, and not just from disposal situations like mine - the guy who empties the skip has had more than his share. I went in to see the factory doctor. I unwrapped the gauze as he looked for something, accidentally wrapping it around my left hand (the nurse later took one look at my left hand and decided that was the injured hand :). He took a look at it: "Ah". He prodded the top to see if I could feel (no), and told me he was sending me to Cashel hospital. I went back out to the waiting room while the receptionist phoned Dew Valley, who arranged a taxi. Another patient asked what happened, and I told her. The rest looked to have been interested, and looked kind of relieved that I was cracking jokes. I went outside for a smoke and bumped into my cousin Justin, who lit it for me. His disbelief at my having two accidents in four weeks summed it all up. The taxi driver came, and gave me his card so he could arrange my way home. After a bit of a wait, behind people looking for x-rays, I was brought to the casualty area. A trainee nurse was sent to tend to me - they thought I was just a whinger who needed a plaster. After soaking off the bandage she gasped and asked the doctor to come over. Doctor: "Ah" Me: "Yeah, that's what the doctor who sent me here said" Doctor: "You're going to need several stitches" The doctor asked the trainee for some nylon thread. She gave a blank look, and told him she was a trainee. "Oh. You can assist me so". As he was dabbing on some iodine, she started rocking back and forth. "You can sit down for a few minutes if you're uncomfortable". The nurse who took her place started to reassure her. I looked over and said "hey, if anyone should be upset, it should be me". She came back over. The doctor told me he was going to use a local anaesthetic, like the dentist uses. The needle went in, stinging like usual. Not too bad. Then, when I wasn't expecting it, it went in again, and out the other side. And again. I had been gritting my teeth and digging my nails into my (other) hand with the throbs before this, but damn near drew blood then. He asked if I could straighten my finger, I did, and he gave me the shot, painlessly this time. So, he put in four stitches, and I only felt him pushing on my finger. But on the last stitch, I felt it clearly, and felt the thread running through "Ah... how long does this anaesthetic last?" "Yeah, yeah". He had to redo that, and the last of the anaesthetic was gone - I felt every bit of it, but held still so it wouldn't have to be done again. Then a nurse came over to dress my hand, and give me a tetanus shot. It was only as the curtain rolled back that I appreciated just how difficult it is to close a pants with just my left hand (I'm right handed). Joe had heard about it, and phoned later - people had had enough decency to stay around long enough to tell him. He dubbed me Lefty, asked if I could hold a plectrum :) and if I wanted to come to his house to drink. I declined, as I still smelled of bacon and couldn't shower (still have to figure out that one. I'll probably just tape a plastic bag over my hand), but mainly because if drinking is a bad idea after any of a) having a tetanus shot, b) taking painkillers or c) taking antibiotics, it must be a really bad idea after all three.

Monday, September 13, 2004

Mystery Men

Watched Mystery Men. Brilliant. Capt. Amazing: I knew you couldn't change. Casanova Frankenstein: I knew you'd know that. Capt. Amazing: Oh, I know that. AND I knew you'd know I'd know you knew. Casanova Frankenstein: But I didn't. I only knew that you'd know that I knew. Did you know THAT? Capt. Amazing: Of course. Mr. Furious: We're an elite cadr-cadrey... The Bowler: Cadre. The Shoveller: You're in. The Bowler : See now, this is why mad scientists are generally less desirable than your common or garden variety scientist. Watched On The Edge last night. Great film. Reminds me of being a teenager, which is pretty disturbing.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

FOAF extension vocabularies


My desk

I was surfing about the 'net, and stumbled across About.com's Freelance writing section. On of the things they offer is a set of daily exercises, so I figured "I'm game" and signed up for it. The idea behind it is that every day for 15 days, you're sent a set of writing exercises -- presumably, these are fairly broad topics that can be approached by anyone, without any research. Like being back in school, except I'm actually doing it :) So, exercise one is to write about my desk. The problem is, I don't have a desk. I have a corner press (which is full of my magazines and books), with my computer sitting on top. I don't have a proper chair, so I drag the nearest armchair. Some day soon I may need to do something about that, but for the moment, I think I can safely stick to my current setup -- I can surf the net, reading my favourite news sites when I get home from work, and not worry about falling asleep. The top of this "desk" is pretty indicative of the amount of order in my life -- there is none. There are books perched on top of the computer, CDs on top of the books, an ever growing pile of rubbish behind the monitor, a stack of magazines and books beside the chair (I did say that the press is full!). The worst part of it is, most of the rubbish behind the monitor isn't even mine, so I can't junk or file most of it -- I haven't got the faintest idea what to do with most of it. Even worse is that sealed, unaddressed envelope lying between the wall and the monitor -- I don't know if it was left there for me, but I'm pretty sure that if I was to open it, all hell would break loose -- anyone who happens to use the 'net has to sit here, and generally adds to the pile of clutter. Another thing for the TODO list. I suppose that since I'm coming to the end of the time for this exercise, I should close with a resolution: if that damned envelope is still here tomorrow, I'm going to open it... once I've found a similar envelope, in case I need to reseal :)

Saturday, September 04, 2004

Links in e-mail posts

At least I now know that links in e-mail posts to Blogger have to be on the same line - here's that link again: Linux Gazette. Hopefully it'll work.

Good day for music

For me at least. At the moment, Headbanger's Ball is on. Alice in Chains ("Them Bones"), Kyuss ("Green Machine"), Down ("Stone the Crow"), and Refused and Dillenger Escape Plan. Other than that, I did fuck all today. Edited a bit for Linux Gazette, but that was about it. Other than that, I went to Joe's house to play some music. After a shameful showing, trying to play RATM (we were able to play all 4 Rage albums last time we practised... about 2 years ago), we tried some metal and hit our groove. After Joe switched from bass to guitar, and after showing him a few Carcass riffs ("No Love Lost" and "Heartwork") we tried a riff of mine, which he had no end of trouble with 2 years ago when we tried it last. Because it was "new" to him, and possibly because of his trial by metal fire (trying to play bass for my friend Trev's band), he showed actual interest in a song that has time changes, a timing oddity at the start (song is in 4/4, but the first bar is the verse riff in 3/4), and a lengthy lead at the end. (Oh! "Thieves" by Ministry is on now. Truly with this metal you are spoiling me MTV2. One of these days I'll buy that "In case you didn't feel like showing up...live" video). I spent most of the evening learning how to play guitar standing up, playing through an amp, today. It only hit me just how out of practise I am a few months ago, when I went to Rory's house and tried it then -- I've spent a lot of time playing guitar in the last year and a half since I last had my amp, but it was mostly just playing along to CDs. It was no big deal to me to sell my amp back to Joe (though I did need the money for a phone bill) six months ago, which should have been a warning sign, but wasn't. It was only when I was in Rory's attic, unable to play riffs I should have known that it hit me. Now... well, at least I know I can solo at the drop of a hat, but I need to relearn a lot of riffs, and write some new riffs. But things are still looking up.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

New shift

As of Saturday, I changed shifts at work. Joe arranged it - he originally intended to join my shift - so we can start a band. So I was on nights instead of days. Bit of a culture shock, to go from my former shift to this - my previous supervisor is laid back, and doesn't mind what we do so long as the work is done, but my new supervisor has rules for everything, and has no problem eating the heads off anyone who breaks them. It was OK though, until 12am yesterday, when I was cutting something and picked up the wrong knife. I thought I had a blunt knife, and put a good bit of effort into cutting, and the knife ended up halfway through my knuckle. It seems I'll have to go to the factory doctor to see about getting stitches, because the damn thing bleeds any time I move my hand. At least it'll make it easier to turn my back on the place in January, as I've been planning.