Month: March 2002

Is There A Monitor That I Can Place My Undead Foot Upon?

I saw Queen of the Damned tonight, with Darkhan and a bunch ‘o misc goths from the Auckland goth scene.

It brought pain. Actually, LESS pain than I was expecting it to bring, but still pain was plentifully brought by it, to me.

Aaliyah sucked. Like, really bad. Sucks that she died, but at least she’ll never act again. So there’s always a silver lining.

At one point Lestat assumed the CreedStance(TM), and I was most amused. At another point, Lestat is walking down a creepy scary staircase into an underground cave, and he says “Marius?” and Darkhan and I both simultaneously said “Satan?” out loud. Very spooky. We clearly watch too much of the same stuff.

Speaking of the Auckland goth scene, last time I was at one of their events, I was introduced to some hacker gothlet, and he DIDN’T BELIEVE I WAS ME. I had to produce photo ID (Drivers Licence) to prove that I was the same jsr who runs the once-mighty-until-the-MPAA-kicked-my-ass media website of death that was I gave him .. or someone, anyway (I was drinking vodka with scorpions in)… the URL to the sekrit backdoor to the media section on the site. He seemed very happy. We aim to please.

He Knows Kung-Fu

So, dropped my good friend Fitz at his Aikido class this morning, he’s been up for a few days learning Aikido from wizened asian guys. I saw one of them – he was old, wizened and smiling broadly. Even if didn’t KNOW he was a 6th or 7th dan aikido black belt, I’d STILL hurl myself down a steep bank rather than antagonise a guy who looks like he does.

It was really rather cool to see Fitz again – we visited Chris briefly last night, but he had to be getting on with some serious sleeping, so we bailed to my place. At last, someone else gets to see my VIEW – kickass.

Hack The Plant

Bah, James is playing the soundtrack to “Hackers”, here at work. Every time I hear this soundtrack, it makes me want to go rollerblading. ROLLERBLADING! I require to go and do this, sometime very soon. Oh yes.

“No names, man! NO NAMES!”


News headline today from

“Fresh violence threatens Mideast peace moves”

Well, fuck me. Surely this doesn’t even count as news any more, does it? “Rationality and sanity abounts throughout Mideast peace moves.”, THAT would be news.

Guys, band together, buy a fucking huge chunk of (say) outback Australia. Spend more money to put in infrastructure (desalinisation plant, power, etc). Move there. Live there. Build an economy that functions. Believe in Allah, L Ron Hubbard, etc, whatver you want, whoever you want. Now no-one is bothering you, and you are bothing no-one. Build new holy places. It’s all private property, run by (say) a democratically elected governing board, or dictator, or theocracy, whatever you want. Keep out who you want to keep out, let in who you want to let in.