Author: jae

why you really should be using Mozilla:
xulplanet.com/ndeakin/arts/reasons.html

all Opera-using hotties pls report to opera.com pls k thx.

happy early birthday to my ol’ pal barboy74, a.k.a., Eduoard, Sir!!

all the COOL people i know are already familiar with the concepts of semiotics.

you really should take the time to read through something like this.

you will be AMAZED by the sheer value of the insight you will have gained if you do.

someone showed me that, or another thing like it, a few years ago, and it changed my life. i can decode anything now.

do you realize that television commercials are actually instructions? orders, rather?

or that everything around you is designed in some way to manipulate you into doing the will of others? do you even still have a will anymore? you may begin to question reality after you have read through this stuff. and you will be far better for it… just think what life would be like if you could see The Code like Neo can. it’s totally possible, too. i can do it. it’s easy!

do not obey the advertising executives. break all paradigms. shatter the authority of the mighty and powerful.

you can and probably will thank me later.

for those who may have been too brainfucked to comprehend the new Matrix movie fully.

all others please step aside. spoilers abound.

there are a lot of obvious things in there, but also a cut-and-dry summary of what was actually going on in that one fucked up scene towards the end.

(UNRELATED: was anyone else pissed off that The M. didn’t have long hair?)

so someone you knew once is back in town, so to speak. it’s been awhile. you’ve talked a little bit, here and there. before that, things were really amazing and wonderful, and then for a while they got, frankly, shitty. on both sides, but probably mainly it was your own damn fault in the end. so you’re talking a little bit more here, and a little bit more there. and then… a breakthrough. things feel just right. just like the good times way back when, only with a better beat or more melody or something. and you go from a few minutes here to a half hour there, and then the breakthrough brings back one sweet conversation that lasts longer than the industrial revolution. just like before, when things were so fine. a breakthrough. no stress, no strain… just good talk. laughter. a little bit of memories. a hint of sadness in the poetic guise of nostalgia; just a bit of sentimentality to shade things a little, yet not throw them out of whack again.

and the day after your breakthrough, you just can’t say anything right at all. not a thing. no, wait. it starts out fine enough, but somehow you just say the wrong thing entirely, or maybe it’s just the timing of your delivery. but it happens, and you didn’t mean it to; it did anyway. you can’t believe how quickly things turn into… the bad part of the old times. just like it, in fact. not the really traumatic part that it took you two months just to get over, but the little bad times. the ones where you sobered up the next day and felt bad about it and eventually things worked out somehow.

but you were nowhere near drunk this time around. you’re just that fucking clumsy with words.

you can’t help yourself. you mean well, you really do. but sometimes meaning well ain’t worth a damned thing. the road to hell, as they say…

sometimes it’s just so easy to give in and really believe that nothing is ever gonna get any better… that things like breakthroughs are just a little ray of sunshine for a moment before your boat capsizes in the storm that you forgot about for too long. that life is never gonna hand you your fair bag of beans just because you feel that you might deserve it some of the time.

so you go to bed, wet-eyed and weary, knowing that tomorrow brings new things, new changes… new bills to somehow pay, maybe another form rejection letter or two. no doubt more bad news of some sort. you’re getting a little too accustomed to these things, you think. maybe something will give, you don’t know. but right now you think you’re just gonna have to bend like a reed in the wind some more until you snap in half and float away, away….

ominously enough, i remember taking this quiz before.

tonight was the best night i think i’ve had in just about forever. i don’t have my hopes up for anything, really i don’t. i have my heart in a good, healthy place (for once!), and i just feel good. sadgood, but good. this was a truly good night for me. thanks to they that are responsible. for many things. godspeed you white princess.

shit. i bought three packs of cigarettes when i was still sober yesterday. down to 3 smokes now.

and late at night, all i ever seem to want to do is suck on fags.

looks like i’m walking uptown to the corner!

omgwtf

wow, i’m making some really very cool backgrounds for future mars skins. very alien and strange. mainly based on desert pics i found on the web, and altered beyond recognition.

i can’t wait to get these new skins done.

at least one will have a real simple boxset: thin white CSS border, dark black semitransparent (close to opaque), white text. i just have to experiment a bit.

i should have at least 5ive new skins by the time the weekend’s over, unless something truly insane happens and i somehow sprout a sudden social life.

thanks to alien010 for the link:

all reet!

here’s A Good Idea™:

take those KFC- chicken-bucket -sized maxi- Big Gulp™ -type drink-cups and just make them about a quarter as tall as they currently are. that way, you FEEL like you’re drinking 1500 calories in one sip, but in reality you’re only getting about 400.

in this way, tooth decay could be staved off for about six months! your teeth won’t actually rot and fall out for a year or more!!

i will probably not remember to tell you about the dream i had in which the dream was recurring (i do not believe that the dream has actually recurred in real life), and i was in a lost episode of Star Blazers. the entire Earth fleet had been wiped out and were sitting on the ground (or water) in front of me, empty husks, and in this iteration of the “recurring” dream i somehow managed to make it to the end of the level, when i realized that the ending was really an interactive video game -like experience and that for once i might have a chance at not dying. so i climbed up into the torpedoe tube in front of the last ship, my ship, (this is where i usually die), which was also a convenient entryway for crew, and with my trusty sidekick (who knows?) made it while the klaxons blared to the chamber where i assumed i had to rescue a VIP or the whole thing was over and life would end… and when i got to about midway down the ship’s length i saw i door that i knew was the one i had to enter. by this time, the klaxons were still blaring and i knew i was somehow being given extra time, or maybe i just always gave up in the other iterations… so i threw open the door, only to see my old pal Randy playing guitar and my old friend Tim playing drums. and someone else suddenly appeared later on a 2nd drum kit. so we had a jam session, which i can only conclude would have been very like the ones at the end of other 70s cartoons, had i not waked up before it started.

before i forgot to remember that i was forgetting remembering the dream i am sure i would have forgotten had i not remembered it accidentally, i had something else i was going to forget to mention, which i have actually just now forgot.

still in a shitty mood. the server that i’m on (grrrrr….) had been compromised the other day, causing the sysadmin to fuck up restoring my account and the account of a client i have on the same server. niiiiiice. so now a lot of things are completely fubar, with very little chance of ever getting fixed, ever.

also, i fucked up last night and de-poped some pre-de-poped popes. basically, i issued the commands “no-popes are now popes” and “popes are now no-popes,” and then “all popes are no-popes.”

so i’m going to try to put you all back where you were before the change.

i hereby confer the status of pope upon all who had it prior to system crash, and non-pope upon those who were not popes. bishops, deacons, reverend-pastors, and miscellaneous episkypuses [sic] have also been restored.

if you have re-poped in the meantime, go ahead and de-pope and then re-pope yourself, otherwise there could be conflicts and absolutely everything you do may be executed twice. this could cause serious load on the pentaverse’s main processing naugarhythms.  so please heed my advice or  the entirety of the cosmos will become seriously out of wha–

…wait, nevermind. i guess that’s the point anyway. just carry on i guess.

for atechnical “support,” please consult your pineal glands. thank you.

don’t blame me. you all had it coming anyway.

SubGenii and other latter-day Yeti are about as okay as they have ever been; which is to say, you’re still fucked and you better damn well be ready for XDay (again) regardless of whether “Bob” fucks it all up (again) or not. there is no half-SLACK, there is only SLACK, and no-SLACK. of course, there is no double-SLACK, either, unless you’ve somehow worked out some kind of underhanded deal with JHVH-1 or been privy to some, er… priveledged information. in which case, kick me down some SLACK and i won’t turn you in to the Xists when they DO finally come, you dirty little rodent(s).

i am in a very, VERY unfriendly mood.

i hereby revoke the popeships of all discordians everywhere.

as for the rest of you, i have secretly bepoped you all beforehand, so that i could depope you as well.

and no, this is not a joke. i am not being funny little Mister Clown Boy here. i am mad. very mad. stark, raving, frenzied mad. you must all take the necessary steps if you wish to remain popes, et al.

grrr!

just got back from seeing The Matrix: Reloaded again. i think i understand a little better now. it’s deeper the more you watch it. i still have to see it three more times though, if i wanna really GET it.

car stalled about 50 times on the way back. i shit you not. i shit you not.

i got hacked.

and i don’t know whether LL is okay or not.

today sucks ASS so far.

this is just to preload the image i’m using to hide the spoilers from you in the review that follows down below.

don’t scroll down until you see it.

thanks.

-the management

p.s., it’s really not so much of a review as it is just a set of scattered and random thoughts.

okay, so i just got back from seeing The Matrix: Reloaded. definitely go and see this movie, but NOT if you haven’t already seen the first one. you’ll be a little confused if you haven’t seen that one before seeing this one. it would probably help if you’d seen The Animatrix, particularly “The Last Flight of the Osiris,” but as it doesn’t get released until June, tough shit.

if i happen to say anything that i think might just ruin it for you, i’ll put it into a box with the code from the Matrix scrolling down. if you have already seen the film, or want to know what i’m going to reveal (which won’t be too much), just swipe your mouse over the box and you’ll see the text.

i’ll rate the spoiler factor 1-9, with 9 being “don’t read this unless you insist.”

okay… on with the review…

don’t read any farther until the image is loaded in, or you might just accidentally read something you don’t want to know about just yet.

and 3…

2…

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sorry for making this long. i have to.

you could have swallowed The Blue Pill, you know.

oh, you might want to read this first: an excellent non-spoiler review from tyrsalvia.

this movie is phenomenal. but not the life-altering event that the first one was. it will blow your mind a little bit, but not enough to make you walk (like a leather-draped badass) out of the theatre thinking to yourself “I’m The One” like the first one did. having said that, whereas the original movie asked the question, ‘what is reality?’, this one asks,

one other thing i noticed is that while the first one took its cues from comic books, this film

the very first thing that i noticed, however, was that the first rule of movie quality is followed:

…but luckily, it only lasted for five whole fucking minutes, and later scenes more than made up for this unfortunate lapse in directorial judgment.

the action was fast and furious, and more than once became a little too obviously digitally-enhanced. suspension of disbelief, however, was not a serious problem for me, and i’m a real zealot about that sort of stuff. unbelievable, yes, but in a really cool, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon sort of way (the same team did the wire-work on both films).

about Agent Smith

Tank? Link?

the traffic scene was mind-blowing.

the crucial scene was where i got lost. i’ll have to see it again, because i missed something there. i got distracted from thinking too damn much about

and that’s about all i’ll say about it for now.

definitely not quite as brain-melting as the last one; more visual, however, and well worth multiple viewings.