CBC News:Online music swapping legal: court
so....my moral stand has officially been usurped by our hippy copyright laws.
enh. i guess if you can't beat 'em.....
Mar 31, 2004
Mar 30, 2004
if you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball
in light of LCAC gym night, i think everyone needs to watch this movie when it comes out....
beat the house
i've given up, scratching these stupid cards
the counter clerks, and their asanine remarks
the observations of the eye in the sky
and the fat kid in the corner with his hands on the prize
would it be so bad if you were right?
like the milk maids digging through all the bags
we just refuse to live our lives given what we have
they say odds are better that i'm hit by lightning
well then, pack up my kite and key, cuz i ain't no ben franklin
would it be so bad if you were right?
sunshine and rainbows and glasses half-full
me and you, all the way, cut the fat, no more bull
you say you'll give me a whole new perspective
and if i get lost i swear i'll ask for directions
would it be so bad if you were right?
the porno mags are always somehow open to see
so teenage kids can get their daily fix for free
who's so bored that they would climb up the rack
just to piss off the world, while they sit back and laugh?
it's just not worth it coming in every day
and seeing all the crap around me while i line up to play
to have my numbers randomly appear on some machine, so i can
get the hell away as if this place were a crime scene
would it be so bad if you were right?
- anonymous
yes. these lyrics are a social commentary. analyze at your own discretion.
the counter clerks, and their asanine remarks
the observations of the eye in the sky
and the fat kid in the corner with his hands on the prize
would it be so bad if you were right?
like the milk maids digging through all the bags
we just refuse to live our lives given what we have
they say odds are better that i'm hit by lightning
well then, pack up my kite and key, cuz i ain't no ben franklin
would it be so bad if you were right?
sunshine and rainbows and glasses half-full
me and you, all the way, cut the fat, no more bull
you say you'll give me a whole new perspective
and if i get lost i swear i'll ask for directions
would it be so bad if you were right?
the porno mags are always somehow open to see
so teenage kids can get their daily fix for free
who's so bored that they would climb up the rack
just to piss off the world, while they sit back and laugh?
it's just not worth it coming in every day
and seeing all the crap around me while i line up to play
to have my numbers randomly appear on some machine, so i can
get the hell away as if this place were a crime scene
would it be so bad if you were right?
- anonymous
yes. these lyrics are a social commentary. analyze at your own discretion.
Mar 23, 2004
link from fark to news article concerning hamas leaders:
Israel says all militant leaders Marked for Death, no one is Above the Law. Israelis are Out For Justice, Militant Leaders are Hard to Kill. Arafat still Under Siege, Palestinians Under Siege 2. All of Middle East is On Deadly Ground
absolutely.
brilliant.
absolutely.
brilliant.
Plant owner bent on world domination was just a regular guy. Sort of.
Charles Montgomery Burns, eccentric, billionaire owner of the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, died yesterday in his mansion estate. His body will be cryogenically frozen until a cure can be found for seventeen stab wounds to the back. He was 104.
Notorious almost as much for his turn-of-the-century antiquated charm as he was for his insatiable greed, Monty, as his friends knew him, was the epitome of the American dream.
Adopted out of a poor rural family by the owner of an atom-splitting factory, he built his inherited fortune into an energy monopoly, rising from obscurity to become the most powerful man in Springfield.
He lived a solitary life of lavish pleasures in his enormous estate, with few friends asides from his loyal assistant Waylon Smithers. Mr. Burn’s was frugal and efficient in his habits, diversifying his fortune and wealth shrewdly. Always willing to spend money to make money, Monty was cut from the industrialist fabric of old, invoking parallels to giants such as John D. Rockefeller, and Hank Rearden. Monty was also willing to earn every penny he made, not shying away from the likes of children or the elderly, who often stood in his way. His exploits included once kidnapping Tom Jones for a free personal performance, opening a successful casino as a side business, as well as attempting to block out the entire sun from the sky. These types of idiosyncratically endearing, but oft misunderstood ploys, exemplified Mr. Burn’s life. He was a playboy, a billionaire, a super villain, and a spry old man with a twinkle in his eyes: these were the faces of C. Montgomery Burns.
He lived his life with the same patriotic and pragmatic sense of self-achievement that helped him amass his wealth, believing that “if you can take advantage of a situation in some way, it's your duty as an American to do it”. He was famous for his relentlessly dogged business practices and his love of democracy, as was exhibited in his failed tryst to democratize Cuba.
For all his ostensibly capitalist fervor however, Monty was often referred to by local townspeople with witty barbs and names, such as “Lucifer”, and “The Evilest Man Alive”. His relationship with Springfield and its inhabitants was one of distance, yet consistency -- never getting too close to the town, but ever seeking an opportunity to further extend his sphere of influence.
Despite his billion-dollar sheen and calculated profiteering however, Mr. Burn’s still found time to contribute to the community around him, revealing a more sensitive side that some might describe as “human”. He founded the First Annual Montgomery Burns Award for Outstanding Achievement in the Field of Excellence, as well as repeatedly managed to subtly yet extraordinarily excel at almost every task he undertook: He won a bowling championship with his community team “The Pin Pals”, was an experienced pilot, and even managed an underdog softball team that boasted the likes of Ozzie Smith, Wade Boggs, and Homer Simpson, to the league championship.
As successful as he was in life however, Mr. Burn’s often found himself tragically fruitless in love. He was left at the alter by distinguished socialite Jackie Bouvier -- his one and only attempt at marriage -- and he had a son Larry out of wedlock, whom he knew for only a matter of days. Indeed, all the money in the world didn’t seem to comfort him at night, and he even offered to mortgage several of his tropical islands just to recover the only love he ever truly had – his boyhood teddy bear Bobo.
As much as he had a reputation for caring only about his fortune, Mr. Burns once conceded “what good is money if it can't inspire terror in your fellow man?” This willingness to see more to life than dollars and cents separated Mr. Burn’s from other billionaires who were typically content with their houses, cars, and small third-world countries. His fragile demeanor and unimposing physical stature bellied a man of great ambition and pride. Often clinging to relics of the past such as his stock ticker, his old-world hobbies, and his memories of beaten Irishmen, in many ways, Mr.Burns was truly a relic of the past himself.
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sometimes....just SOMETIMES....school isn't so bad. =)
also, i stole a cd from rosey of a monopoly computer game that came with her box of cereal. it's..highly addictive. yay cheerios.
Notorious almost as much for his turn-of-the-century antiquated charm as he was for his insatiable greed, Monty, as his friends knew him, was the epitome of the American dream.
Adopted out of a poor rural family by the owner of an atom-splitting factory, he built his inherited fortune into an energy monopoly, rising from obscurity to become the most powerful man in Springfield.
He lived a solitary life of lavish pleasures in his enormous estate, with few friends asides from his loyal assistant Waylon Smithers. Mr. Burn’s was frugal and efficient in his habits, diversifying his fortune and wealth shrewdly. Always willing to spend money to make money, Monty was cut from the industrialist fabric of old, invoking parallels to giants such as John D. Rockefeller, and Hank Rearden. Monty was also willing to earn every penny he made, not shying away from the likes of children or the elderly, who often stood in his way. His exploits included once kidnapping Tom Jones for a free personal performance, opening a successful casino as a side business, as well as attempting to block out the entire sun from the sky. These types of idiosyncratically endearing, but oft misunderstood ploys, exemplified Mr. Burn’s life. He was a playboy, a billionaire, a super villain, and a spry old man with a twinkle in his eyes: these were the faces of C. Montgomery Burns.
He lived his life with the same patriotic and pragmatic sense of self-achievement that helped him amass his wealth, believing that “if you can take advantage of a situation in some way, it's your duty as an American to do it”. He was famous for his relentlessly dogged business practices and his love of democracy, as was exhibited in his failed tryst to democratize Cuba.
For all his ostensibly capitalist fervor however, Monty was often referred to by local townspeople with witty barbs and names, such as “Lucifer”, and “The Evilest Man Alive”. His relationship with Springfield and its inhabitants was one of distance, yet consistency -- never getting too close to the town, but ever seeking an opportunity to further extend his sphere of influence.
Despite his billion-dollar sheen and calculated profiteering however, Mr. Burn’s still found time to contribute to the community around him, revealing a more sensitive side that some might describe as “human”. He founded the First Annual Montgomery Burns Award for Outstanding Achievement in the Field of Excellence, as well as repeatedly managed to subtly yet extraordinarily excel at almost every task he undertook: He won a bowling championship with his community team “The Pin Pals”, was an experienced pilot, and even managed an underdog softball team that boasted the likes of Ozzie Smith, Wade Boggs, and Homer Simpson, to the league championship.
As successful as he was in life however, Mr. Burn’s often found himself tragically fruitless in love. He was left at the alter by distinguished socialite Jackie Bouvier -- his one and only attempt at marriage -- and he had a son Larry out of wedlock, whom he knew for only a matter of days. Indeed, all the money in the world didn’t seem to comfort him at night, and he even offered to mortgage several of his tropical islands just to recover the only love he ever truly had – his boyhood teddy bear Bobo.
As much as he had a reputation for caring only about his fortune, Mr. Burns once conceded “what good is money if it can't inspire terror in your fellow man?” This willingness to see more to life than dollars and cents separated Mr. Burn’s from other billionaires who were typically content with their houses, cars, and small third-world countries. His fragile demeanor and unimposing physical stature bellied a man of great ambition and pride. Often clinging to relics of the past such as his stock ticker, his old-world hobbies, and his memories of beaten Irishmen, in many ways, Mr.Burns was truly a relic of the past himself.
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sometimes....just SOMETIMES....school isn't so bad. =)
also, i stole a cd from rosey of a monopoly computer game that came with her box of cereal. it's..highly addictive. yay cheerios.
Mar 21, 2004
wonderfully exciting news
i got my headphones fixed! i am no longer in a pressing need to purchase a new pair. thank goodness, because not only was it free to fix, but i really love my headphones. they may look ugly, but they're really awesome cans. old-skool sennheiser hd435's.
unfortunately, they were rather difficult to fix, so they're currently held together with electrical tape. but still. woohoo!
unfortunately, they were rather difficult to fix, so they're currently held together with electrical tape. but still. woohoo!
Mar 20, 2004
whole indian cashews
i've been thinking about what i'm good at. i guess the majority of us are really going through life (and school) just trying to figure out that question. i've always been the type to suffer from a lack-of-all trades syndrome -- the idea that i'm average at everything and exceptional at nothing. it's not surprising than that sometimes i dwell on the fact that i'm not a prodigy or anything, and i don't particularly stand out in any field.
i suppose the first clue is examining what you really like to do. more often then not, that's going to be where your talents lie. still however, i've always considered myself rather mediocre at the things i love. be it music, or writing, or thinking, or any sort of amalgam of all three, i've always thought i was ok, but never good enough to amount to anything. after all, there were certainly a ton of people much much better than i at any particular interest, even the things i actually prided myself a little bit on.
i've been starting to realize the futility of comparing myself to others though. i'm starting to really understand how necessary it is to stand next to someone who's infinitely better than me at EVERYTHING and think "who cares about them", and go about doing my own thing. it's just so darn self defeating to have to measure up to anyone but myself, and though we hear it over and over, most of us can't help but do it anyways. and it does nothing but keep us from learning, and growing.
maybe it's a Chinese cultural thing, but there is a serious lack of self-esteem that's evident in a lot of people i know. i wonder why that is. i know a lot of amazing people, but their attitude is always that they really aren't very special and that they really aren't very amazing. modesty is one thing, but depreciating yourself is another entirely. it's not healthy to think that you're not special over and over, because eventually you'll start to believe it.
i'm thankful that i'm surrounded by extraordinary people, and i really hope that they recognize that.
take yourselves seriously. to do otherwise should be a crime.
i suppose the first clue is examining what you really like to do. more often then not, that's going to be where your talents lie. still however, i've always considered myself rather mediocre at the things i love. be it music, or writing, or thinking, or any sort of amalgam of all three, i've always thought i was ok, but never good enough to amount to anything. after all, there were certainly a ton of people much much better than i at any particular interest, even the things i actually prided myself a little bit on.
i've been starting to realize the futility of comparing myself to others though. i'm starting to really understand how necessary it is to stand next to someone who's infinitely better than me at EVERYTHING and think "who cares about them", and go about doing my own thing. it's just so darn self defeating to have to measure up to anyone but myself, and though we hear it over and over, most of us can't help but do it anyways. and it does nothing but keep us from learning, and growing.
maybe it's a Chinese cultural thing, but there is a serious lack of self-esteem that's evident in a lot of people i know. i wonder why that is. i know a lot of amazing people, but their attitude is always that they really aren't very special and that they really aren't very amazing. modesty is one thing, but depreciating yourself is another entirely. it's not healthy to think that you're not special over and over, because eventually you'll start to believe it.
i'm thankful that i'm surrounded by extraordinary people, and i really hope that they recognize that.
take yourselves seriously. to do otherwise should be a crime.
Mar 13, 2004
ready....set....SPEND!
off we go at this unrighteous hour for a 2.5hr drive to the states. with a fistful of andrew jackson's in hand, we venture to the outlets with dreams of dirt cheap clothing -- fully expecting to find that one, satisfying steal of a bargain that will validate our long journey. bravely and determinedly we trek south this bitter and snowy morning, undetered from our goal. God speed! you stingy asians, and may your taxes be few.
oh crap! i have to return an overdue movie.
ahhhhh goodbye.
oh crap! i have to return an overdue movie.
ahhhhh goodbye.
Mar 11, 2004
more special olympics.
TheStar.com - Voices: Suspend Bertuzzi?
i think it's abundantly clear that most of the MOST angry and enraged opinions come from people who are only casual hockey fans and probably never heard of steve moore until they saw this unfortunate accident all over the 6pm news on every tv station in the country, making bert look like satan's spawn or something.
it's pretty obvious reading the opinions that true hockey fans can live with what happened as an accident, and that a lengthy suspension and possibly a large fine is a no brainer.
but who are these idiots calling for LIFE expulsion from the NHL? there's absolutely no precedence for that kind of punishment! and for criminal charges?
i mean, when mcsorley was charged, he used the stick as a weapon, clearly it was NO accident. but what happened with moore was an entirely different incident.
this just goes to show how irresponsible the media is in sensationalising the news in order to garner ratings and invoke entertainment value -- painting and shading the truth for ratings, even if it means potentially further ruining a talented and honest hockey players already fragile psyche after a tragic accident.
we all make mistakes. comparing hockey to real life is apples to oranges. violence is part of the game. fighting is a 5 major penalty in this sport, nothing more. just cuz moore happened to be seriously injured, does justify this kind of scapegoating.
in theory, every boarding penalty or hitting from behind penalty should rationally carry equal punishment to what happened in this case. the extent of the injury shouldn't dictate the punishment.
i think it's abundantly clear that most of the MOST angry and enraged opinions come from people who are only casual hockey fans and probably never heard of steve moore until they saw this unfortunate accident all over the 6pm news on every tv station in the country, making bert look like satan's spawn or something.
it's pretty obvious reading the opinions that true hockey fans can live with what happened as an accident, and that a lengthy suspension and possibly a large fine is a no brainer.
but who are these idiots calling for LIFE expulsion from the NHL? there's absolutely no precedence for that kind of punishment! and for criminal charges?
i mean, when mcsorley was charged, he used the stick as a weapon, clearly it was NO accident. but what happened with moore was an entirely different incident.
this just goes to show how irresponsible the media is in sensationalising the news in order to garner ratings and invoke entertainment value -- painting and shading the truth for ratings, even if it means potentially further ruining a talented and honest hockey players already fragile psyche after a tragic accident.
we all make mistakes. comparing hockey to real life is apples to oranges. violence is part of the game. fighting is a 5 major penalty in this sport, nothing more. just cuz moore happened to be seriously injured, does justify this kind of scapegoating.
in theory, every boarding penalty or hitting from behind penalty should rationally carry equal punishment to what happened in this case. the extent of the injury shouldn't dictate the punishment.
Mar 10, 2004
Psalm 40
1 I waited patiently for the LORD;
And He inclined to me,
And heard my cry.
2He also brought me up out of a horrible pit,
Out of the miry clay,
And set my feet upon a rock,
And established my steps.
3He has put a new song in my mouth--
Praise to our God;
Many will see it and fear,
And will trust in the LORD.
4Blessed is that man who makes the LORD his trust,
And does not respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
5Many, O LORD my God, are Your wonderful works
Which You have done;
And Your thoughts toward us
Cannot be recounted to You in order;
If I would declare and speak of them,
They are more than can be numbered.
6Sacrifice and offering You did not desire;
My ears You have opened.
Burnt offering and sin offering You did not require.
7Then I said, "Behold, I come;
In the scroll of the book it is written of me.
8I delight to do Your will, O my God,
And Your law is within my heart."
9I have proclaimed the good news of righteousness
In the great assembly;
Indeed, I do not restrain my lips,
O LORD, You Yourself know.
10I have not hidden Your righteousness within my heart;
I have declared Your faithfulness and Your salvation;
I have not concealed Your lovingkindness and Your truth
From the great assembly.
11Do not withhold Your tender mercies from me, O LORD;
Let Your lovingkindness and Your truth continually preserve me.
And He inclined to me,
And heard my cry.
2He also brought me up out of a horrible pit,
Out of the miry clay,
And set my feet upon a rock,
And established my steps.
3He has put a new song in my mouth--
Praise to our God;
Many will see it and fear,
And will trust in the LORD.
4Blessed is that man who makes the LORD his trust,
And does not respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
5Many, O LORD my God, are Your wonderful works
Which You have done;
And Your thoughts toward us
Cannot be recounted to You in order;
If I would declare and speak of them,
They are more than can be numbered.
6Sacrifice and offering You did not desire;
My ears You have opened.
Burnt offering and sin offering You did not require.
7Then I said, "Behold, I come;
In the scroll of the book it is written of me.
8I delight to do Your will, O my God,
And Your law is within my heart."
9I have proclaimed the good news of righteousness
In the great assembly;
Indeed, I do not restrain my lips,
O LORD, You Yourself know.
10I have not hidden Your righteousness within my heart;
I have declared Your faithfulness and Your salvation;
I have not concealed Your lovingkindness and Your truth
From the great assembly.
11Do not withhold Your tender mercies from me, O LORD;
Let Your lovingkindness and Your truth continually preserve me.
Mar 6, 2004
this passport contains 24 pages
analyze what you find physically atrractive
couldn't really sleep. was surfing around and stumbled upon this test that provides a tediously detailed analysis of the physical traits that you find attractive and those you find unattractive. i will reveal a small section of my results:
"Very Picky: It's official: You're "picky." The fact is you are drawn to the most beautiful of the beautiful. You know what you like in women and are more selective than most men your age. Your tastes seem instinctual. You'd make a great casting agent, because you have a good eye for women who have "star quality." In real life, your high standards may be an obstacle for you. It's hard to find a woman with the strong features you like, who's also well-rounded in other ways. Still, you know the importance of a real physical "spark" in a relationship, and aren't willing (or able) to settle for less. The challenge is finding a woman who really wows you physically, even if she's not the most attractive woman in the room."
are they telling me to lower my standards???
well nuts to them, i already AM happy! MWAHA!
oh well. it's funny, they have all these graphs and charts and facts and figures and stuff. i dunno where it's all from, but it sure sounds convincing, haha
either way. it's pretty pointless, but i must say very amusing. i'm willing to bet a bunch of guys will end up with the same "ideal girl", hahaha
couldn't really sleep. was surfing around and stumbled upon this test that provides a tediously detailed analysis of the physical traits that you find attractive and those you find unattractive. i will reveal a small section of my results:
"Very Picky: It's official: You're "picky." The fact is you are drawn to the most beautiful of the beautiful. You know what you like in women and are more selective than most men your age. Your tastes seem instinctual. You'd make a great casting agent, because you have a good eye for women who have "star quality." In real life, your high standards may be an obstacle for you. It's hard to find a woman with the strong features you like, who's also well-rounded in other ways. Still, you know the importance of a real physical "spark" in a relationship, and aren't willing (or able) to settle for less. The challenge is finding a woman who really wows you physically, even if she's not the most attractive woman in the room."
are they telling me to lower my standards???
well nuts to them, i already AM happy! MWAHA!
oh well. it's funny, they have all these graphs and charts and facts and figures and stuff. i dunno where it's all from, but it sure sounds convincing, haha
either way. it's pretty pointless, but i must say very amusing. i'm willing to bet a bunch of guys will end up with the same "ideal girl", hahaha
Mar 5, 2004
Mar 4, 2004
scale length used for tension measurements
watch mario aspire to be a dramatic actor. (part 2) (part 3)
what else can i say? 8-bit cinema at its finest.
in totally unrelated news, things have been going along smoothly as of late. been laying low and doing the whole school thing.
i wonder if life was actually simpler back when i was 10, or was i just protected by the great armour we call ignorance. i guess it could be a bit of both, but man. i'd give anything if school still consisted of a eating a cookie and chugging some apple juice.
in seeing kids now, it seems like they're in a bigger rush to grow up than even we were. what's up with that? is that our fault as society? is it merely the inevitable progression of our culture -- the ebb and tide of a sociological upbringing that we ourselves may not even realize we're imparting? is it even a bad thing?
i dunno, maybe i'm old fashioned. but it seems childrens culture has so many pros and cons. i'm so torn about how i feel our young'ins are growing up. take for example this difficult conflict.
little girls dressed as hoochies = old and busted
the return to prominence of transformers and my little pony = new hotness
i guess you win some, you lose some huh? enh. as long as i never have to see another cartoon based on a card game ever again.
then again, i remeber we had some pretty sad fads.
no matter what anyone says.....pog? not cool.
niether was the skip-it. that thing was a death trap.
surely they're using it in some third world country as a form of torture.
"you! see how many times you can jump over this ball and chain attatched to your ankle! repeat this tediousness until you eventually trip yourself and fall down some stairs!"
"nooooooooo"
"then when you're DONE, take this little thing with two plastic balls and clack them together until your wrist develops arthritis!"
"NOOOOOOO"
yes, i've gone mad.
as you can tell, i should be studying right now.
enh, off i go.
what else can i say? 8-bit cinema at its finest.
in totally unrelated news, things have been going along smoothly as of late. been laying low and doing the whole school thing.
i wonder if life was actually simpler back when i was 10, or was i just protected by the great armour we call ignorance. i guess it could be a bit of both, but man. i'd give anything if school still consisted of a eating a cookie and chugging some apple juice.
in seeing kids now, it seems like they're in a bigger rush to grow up than even we were. what's up with that? is that our fault as society? is it merely the inevitable progression of our culture -- the ebb and tide of a sociological upbringing that we ourselves may not even realize we're imparting? is it even a bad thing?
i dunno, maybe i'm old fashioned. but it seems childrens culture has so many pros and cons. i'm so torn about how i feel our young'ins are growing up. take for example this difficult conflict.
little girls dressed as hoochies = old and busted
the return to prominence of transformers and my little pony = new hotness
i guess you win some, you lose some huh? enh. as long as i never have to see another cartoon based on a card game ever again.
then again, i remeber we had some pretty sad fads.
no matter what anyone says.....pog? not cool.
niether was the skip-it. that thing was a death trap.
surely they're using it in some third world country as a form of torture.
"you! see how many times you can jump over this ball and chain attatched to your ankle! repeat this tediousness until you eventually trip yourself and fall down some stairs!"
"nooooooooo"
"then when you're DONE, take this little thing with two plastic balls and clack them together until your wrist develops arthritis!"
"NOOOOOOO"
yes, i've gone mad.
as you can tell, i should be studying right now.
enh, off i go.
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