I've got some pretty big amounts of work to do in the next few weeks. This means that I can no longer guarantee updates on a regular basis, at least of any significance.
It pains me to do this, as I quite like writing this blog; however, I did warn that my GCSEs shall come first. I will attempt to make up for this with some longer, albeit far more spaced out, posts.
So for now, I bid you adieu.
Sraen out.
Tuesday, 25 September 2007
Saturday, 22 September 2007
Non-postage
Sorry for not posting yesterday people; some stuff came up that forced it to slip my mind. I did update Sraen's Writings, though, so if you want to see what happens when I'm given an open Word file and a load of Tarantino movies, check it out.
I'll post proper on Monday, but I'm too swamped this weekend to do anything.
I'll post proper on Monday, but I'm too swamped this weekend to do anything.
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
Writ; tis a talent.
I have an announcement; I have begun an alternate blog!
Sraen's Writings will be a place for me to post various stories that I come up with; it will not be updated with regularity (for one thing, writing takes a while; and for another, I never can find the time) but it will be updated SOMETIMES, and hopefully help me practice how to write.
That's all for today though, because my bloody knee is aching as though Ragnarok itself is occuring upon it. Yeah. That bad.
Sraen Out.
Sraen's Writings will be a place for me to post various stories that I come up with; it will not be updated with regularity (for one thing, writing takes a while; and for another, I never can find the time) but it will be updated SOMETIMES, and hopefully help me practice how to write.
That's all for today though, because my bloody knee is aching as though Ragnarok itself is occuring upon it. Yeah. That bad.
Sraen Out.
Monday, 17 September 2007
Friday, 14 September 2007
Northern Flop
Northern Rock shares plunge 32%
I can just imagine the board meeting that led to this happening. I shall demonstrate, thusly:
CEO: Hey guys, you know what would be great? Let's have a completely unique and fragile business model that could fall apart at the drop of a hat!
Underling 1: Are you sure that's a good idea sir? What if something happens?
CEO: NOTHING will ever happen!
Underling 1: But sir, we work in a very high-risk business. There's always the chance that something will happen; remember the crash in the 80s? That was pretty bad, an-
CEO: Begone with you!
[CEO presses Evil Red Button (tm)]
Underling 1: MY SKIN IS INSIDE OUT AND DISINTEGRATING!!!!
[Underling 1 vaporises]
CEO: Now on to the second order of business; what we should do with all that CASH. I say we spend as much as possible so that we have many many assets but almost no on-hand money.
Underlings: [in unison] YES SIR. OF COURSE SIR. WHATEVER YOU SAY SIR.
CEO: Eeexcellent.
Sorry if this post seems a lil' bit rough, but I've got a nasty flu and only in the last hour has my head been clear enough for me to even think about posting. See you guys on Monday!
I can just imagine the board meeting that led to this happening. I shall demonstrate, thusly:
CEO: Hey guys, you know what would be great? Let's have a completely unique and fragile business model that could fall apart at the drop of a hat!
Underling 1: Are you sure that's a good idea sir? What if something happens?
CEO: NOTHING will ever happen!
Underling 1: But sir, we work in a very high-risk business. There's always the chance that something will happen; remember the crash in the 80s? That was pretty bad, an-
CEO: Begone with you!
[CEO presses Evil Red Button (tm)]
Underling 1: MY SKIN IS INSIDE OUT AND DISINTEGRATING!!!!
[Underling 1 vaporises]
CEO: Now on to the second order of business; what we should do with all that CASH. I say we spend as much as possible so that we have many many assets but almost no on-hand money.
Underlings: [in unison] YES SIR. OF COURSE SIR. WHATEVER YOU SAY SIR.
CEO: Eeexcellent.
Sorry if this post seems a lil' bit rough, but I've got a nasty flu and only in the last hour has my head been clear enough for me to even think about posting. See you guys on Monday!
Wednesday, 12 September 2007
Sum what?
Only a short post today folks, hopefully I'll start sleeping properly so I can write properly too.
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Musically, I've become more and more tolerant of 'normal' music. Usually I give weird music my only attention, desperately trying to be the cliche counterculture kid.
But recently, I've been broadening my horizons and revisiting old stuff. Lots of music needs long exposure to acquire a taste for it, and I've inadvertently backed myself into a musical black whole from which time nor space can escape from. So as I've taken to watching to Scuzz and Kerrang on my TV, I've had to weather the 'popular' music as well as my niche tunes. And I've, well, got used to it. I even kinda like some of it.
Of course, I still love my own tastes. It's part of my strangeness; the musical eccentricity that allows me to listen to a song about a cysquatch and then Hendrix in the same sitting. It's quite sad then, that while I can stand 'normal' music more I see the crap that people consider popular.
Sraen out, sitting inside typing instead of in the rain crying about the girl that dumped me while my guyscara runs.
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Musically, I've become more and more tolerant of 'normal' music. Usually I give weird music my only attention, desperately trying to be the cliche counterculture kid.
But recently, I've been broadening my horizons and revisiting old stuff. Lots of music needs long exposure to acquire a taste for it, and I've inadvertently backed myself into a musical black whole from which time nor space can escape from. So as I've taken to watching to Scuzz and Kerrang on my TV, I've had to weather the 'popular' music as well as my niche tunes. And I've, well, got used to it. I even kinda like some of it.
Of course, I still love my own tastes. It's part of my strangeness; the musical eccentricity that allows me to listen to a song about a cysquatch and then Hendrix in the same sitting. It's quite sad then, that while I can stand 'normal' music more I see the crap that people consider popular.
Sraen out, sitting inside typing instead of in the rain crying about the girl that dumped me while my guyscara runs.
Monday, 10 September 2007
To Kill a Pigeon
Whooo!
Well, I managed to get through To Kill a Mockingbird (at least the amount I was told to do - turns out that my teacher is not evil enough to make us read the whole thing). I wholeheartedly recommend the book to anyone, as it's great on its own, and for obsessive people like me I also recommend that you analyse the book and it's themes. It's extremely well put together and has some wonderfully fleshed-out characters - I didn't even notice at first because it's so wonderfully subtle, but Miss Caroline (the 1st Grade schoolteacher) has her own motivations and a fleshed-out personality, despite having a total of about four pages of space spent on her (so far, up to chapter six). It's something that has been making me put off writing myself, because at the moment I can't think of the story in a nuanced way - in fact, I can't think of the story as a story at all. I think of it more as the emotion it conveys, which is different from what I usually do (whack some stuff onto paper and hope it evolves).
Emotion is an important part of everything and I've been ignoring it - in music, in writing, in art. So I'm gonna try and incorporate it. Despite the stigma attached to anything with 'emotion' tacked onto the side of it, it forms an important part of everything we do. But thanks to the annoying whining of two generations of nu-metallers, emos and goths before them who keep on saying it as a buzzword in order to fit in to their counterculture clique, 'emotion' has gained the aforementioned stigma. It's a shame, because there is a VERY big difference between something that tries to be emotional and fails miserably (My Chemical Romance lyrics) and something that really IS emotional (various films, books and music). Hopefully it'll change one day.
Sraen out.
Well, I managed to get through To Kill a Mockingbird (at least the amount I was told to do - turns out that my teacher is not evil enough to make us read the whole thing). I wholeheartedly recommend the book to anyone, as it's great on its own, and for obsessive people like me I also recommend that you analyse the book and it's themes. It's extremely well put together and has some wonderfully fleshed-out characters - I didn't even notice at first because it's so wonderfully subtle, but Miss Caroline (the 1st Grade schoolteacher) has her own motivations and a fleshed-out personality, despite having a total of about four pages of space spent on her (so far, up to chapter six). It's something that has been making me put off writing myself, because at the moment I can't think of the story in a nuanced way - in fact, I can't think of the story as a story at all. I think of it more as the emotion it conveys, which is different from what I usually do (whack some stuff onto paper and hope it evolves).
Emotion is an important part of everything and I've been ignoring it - in music, in writing, in art. So I'm gonna try and incorporate it. Despite the stigma attached to anything with 'emotion' tacked onto the side of it, it forms an important part of everything we do. But thanks to the annoying whining of two generations of nu-metallers, emos and goths before them who keep on saying it as a buzzword in order to fit in to their counterculture clique, 'emotion' has gained the aforementioned stigma. It's a shame, because there is a VERY big difference between something that tries to be emotional and fails miserably (My Chemical Romance lyrics) and something that really IS emotional (various films, books and music). Hopefully it'll change one day.
Sraen out.
Thursday, 6 September 2007
Forewarning!
Good GOD.
I distinctly remember that school used to be tough. But NEVER was it as hard as the last two days have been. I've already got three(!!!) coursework assignments to do, two of which are English. In light of this, I once more apologize in advance for going offline for any period of time.
I will try my absolute best to keep on updating, but (unfortunately) this lil' blog is not my highest priority. If I do slow in posting, I will try and make up for it with quality. Sorry peoples.
Sraen out. I gotta book to read and annotate.
I distinctly remember that school used to be tough. But NEVER was it as hard as the last two days have been. I've already got three(!!!) coursework assignments to do, two of which are English. In light of this, I once more apologize in advance for going offline for any period of time.
I will try my absolute best to keep on updating, but (unfortunately) this lil' blog is not my highest priority. If I do slow in posting, I will try and make up for it with quality. Sorry peoples.
Sraen out. I gotta book to read and annotate.
Tuesday, 4 September 2007
Ooh Err
It has occurred to me that I begin school today (I am writing this yesterday, in a strange non-paradox of time). This is quite a bad thing; last year I almost completely burnt out, and this year will be worse with GCSE exams and whatnot. So, please be patient if updates slow for whatever reason - I will begin to collect random thoughts and then write about them, so that I will hopefully not have any lack of inspiration.
Today's random thought (hopefully building on the 'Mindscape' part of the title) is based on an incident that occurred today. An invasion, an assault; the start of an offensive against my street. An offensive by whom, you may ask?
Well, by gigantic brown pigs, of course.
No, I am not crazy and yes, I am telling the truth. A pig found it's way to one of my neighbour's homes and was trapped in their garden, the gate providing - adequate - defence against it's enormous (and possibly hungry) bulk. In fact, it was so huge that it took to chewing on the planks of the gate, and could have (quite easily) taken off a variety of limbs. Not to mention the smell. Oh God, the smell.
But this is all superfluous. The pig's entrapment was a last-ditch attempt to prevent exposure; he was, in actuality, a scout sent to discover the strengths and weaknesses of this area in preparation for the first strike upon a human colony - B-Day. The pigs will rise up, don armour and turn the tide upon the bacon industry.
The Vegan Armies will no doubt rise up with the pigs, and the world shall be plunged into the deepest of wars. It shall end once the pigs take mastery of flight; there is nothing to stop a pig once it is airborne, nothing at all - especially if it is airborne in a Harrier II jet.
Sraen out, with a side of rashers.
P.S. I am publishing this at 6:30 in the morning. I didn't even know it was possible for people to wake up at that time. Also, why does the mad scramble for school the night before (because it is against the law to do anything earlier) so... mad?
Today's random thought (hopefully building on the 'Mindscape' part of the title) is based on an incident that occurred today. An invasion, an assault; the start of an offensive against my street. An offensive by whom, you may ask?
Well, by gigantic brown pigs, of course.
No, I am not crazy and yes, I am telling the truth. A pig found it's way to one of my neighbour's homes and was trapped in their garden, the gate providing - adequate - defence against it's enormous (and possibly hungry) bulk. In fact, it was so huge that it took to chewing on the planks of the gate, and could have (quite easily) taken off a variety of limbs. Not to mention the smell. Oh God, the smell.
But this is all superfluous. The pig's entrapment was a last-ditch attempt to prevent exposure; he was, in actuality, a scout sent to discover the strengths and weaknesses of this area in preparation for the first strike upon a human colony - B-Day. The pigs will rise up, don armour and turn the tide upon the bacon industry.
The Vegan Armies will no doubt rise up with the pigs, and the world shall be plunged into the deepest of wars. It shall end once the pigs take mastery of flight; there is nothing to stop a pig once it is airborne, nothing at all - especially if it is airborne in a Harrier II jet.
Sraen out, with a side of rashers.
P.S. I am publishing this at 6:30 in the morning. I didn't even know it was possible for people to wake up at that time. Also, why does the mad scramble for school the night before (because it is against the law to do anything earlier) so... mad?
Sunday, 2 September 2007
Argh!
I found myself in a precarious position last night, as I sat on the fold-out sofa watching Aliens with a (finally) calibrated TV. That position is was one of having nothing to post today, despite having the weekend to mull it over AND Friday (where I missed the first post of my new regime, oh my. I promise that as soon as I can get my geekling allies over for a geekfest I will gladly germinate a post full of grist [Alliteration Attack!]).
So, while looking at sheet music and watching Scuzz on mute (just for the sake of it) I came across some inspiration.
That inspiration came in the form of Ville Valo, frontman of the band HIM. If you do not know of HIM, be thankful. If you wish to find out more about HIM because you want to join in the collective burst of diarrhea that is their fanbase, leave my blog right now. Go on. Don't keep on reading. You don't deserve it. Go! Leave! Or I'll do something rash, like climb through your computer screen and bludgeon you with a CD rack full of GOOD music.
In case you live in Bizarro land or have a rosy view of the world, I dislike HIM. The music is bland and boring, and the melodies monotonous and clichéd. More importantly, however, I dislike HIM fans. The screaming, seething masses of prepubescent girls and (most depressingly) pubescent boys who are obsessed with Bam Magera and skating and think that by loving Ville Valo (who is a communist drinking buddy of Magera's or something) they can make themselves more like the redneck, stupid meatbag that is Bam Magera himself.
Now, let us speak of the HIM video that sparked this outburst of hate and contempt. I am going by the timings on the YouTube version of the video, and am mocking parts for which mockery comes easily (as I am bloody tired).
H.I.M. - Kiss of Dawn (also known as "raping your ears with a carrot covered in steel wool")
A 'mysterious tome' with HIM's 'logo' on it appears, meant to signify some sort of depth to this shallow, marketed song and because Ville always wanted a bitchin' cool book to write about that girl that kicked him in the nads and ran away when he raped her rabbit and showed her the organs. Or something. It opens to show spooky moving pictures (not that it's been done before in every other modern metal 'ballad' or anything. No siree.) and then, for reasons unknown, cuts to Ville Valo sitting ON A THRONE reading a book in a castle with fancy candles everywhere.
...
Okay. Time out. This is getting bloody weird. Ville Valo. A chainsmoking, hard drinking lunatic. Reading an actual book on a bloody huge throne. Does this strike you as odd? To me, it does. Because in real life, he's too bloody hammered to even hold a book open the right way.
Bloody hell, I'm bored with this thread of thought. As I write this, the new Aiden video has come on Scuzz. I'm not even going to go there. Seriously. Just. Say. No. To Gay Vampires. And huge bodybuilders having strange relationships with little ballerinas. And flower-huffing. AND SCARY TRANSVESTITES.
I am continuing my thread of shamelessly ripping off the styles of people I admire by copying Ben "Yahtzee" Croshaw from Fully Ramblomatic.com. He enjoys derision and satire and has taken to making extremely funny videos about games.
Sraen out, angrily.
So, while looking at sheet music and watching Scuzz on mute (just for the sake of it) I came across some inspiration.
That inspiration came in the form of Ville Valo, frontman of the band HIM. If you do not know of HIM, be thankful. If you wish to find out more about HIM because you want to join in the collective burst of diarrhea that is their fanbase, leave my blog right now. Go on. Don't keep on reading. You don't deserve it. Go! Leave! Or I'll do something rash, like climb through your computer screen and bludgeon you with a CD rack full of GOOD music.
In case you live in Bizarro land or have a rosy view of the world, I dislike HIM. The music is bland and boring, and the melodies monotonous and clichéd. More importantly, however, I dislike HIM fans. The screaming, seething masses of prepubescent girls and (most depressingly) pubescent boys who are obsessed with Bam Magera and skating and think that by loving Ville Valo (who is a communist drinking buddy of Magera's or something) they can make themselves more like the redneck, stupid meatbag that is Bam Magera himself.
Now, let us speak of the HIM video that sparked this outburst of hate and contempt. I am going by the timings on the YouTube version of the video, and am mocking parts for which mockery comes easily (as I am bloody tired).
H.I.M. - Kiss of Dawn (also known as "raping your ears with a carrot covered in steel wool")
A 'mysterious tome' with HIM's 'logo' on it appears, meant to signify some sort of depth to this shallow, marketed song and because Ville always wanted a bitchin' cool book to write about that girl that kicked him in the nads and ran away when he raped her rabbit and showed her the organs. Or something. It opens to show spooky moving pictures (not that it's been done before in every other modern metal 'ballad' or anything. No siree.) and then, for reasons unknown, cuts to Ville Valo sitting ON A THRONE reading a book in a castle with fancy candles everywhere.
...
Okay. Time out. This is getting bloody weird. Ville Valo. A chainsmoking, hard drinking lunatic. Reading an actual book on a bloody huge throne. Does this strike you as odd? To me, it does. Because in real life, he's too bloody hammered to even hold a book open the right way.
Bloody hell, I'm bored with this thread of thought. As I write this, the new Aiden video has come on Scuzz. I'm not even going to go there. Seriously. Just. Say. No. To Gay Vampires. And huge bodybuilders having strange relationships with little ballerinas. And flower-huffing. AND SCARY TRANSVESTITES.
I am continuing my thread of shamelessly ripping off the styles of people I admire by copying Ben "Yahtzee" Croshaw from Fully Ramblomatic.com. He enjoys derision and satire and has taken to making extremely funny videos about games.
Sraen out, angrily.
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