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ExistAngst 4:13 PM Sunday, April 28, 2002 |
Modern Poetry | ||
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"She wore Bangles, she wore Bows "Im hungry, what's for dinner?
Angstythink now has an irc channel, predictably named, #angstythink. Its on DALnet. |
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ExistAngst 6:54 PM Friday, April 19, 2002 |
When i grow up i want to be a fireman. When i grow up i want to cut up animals and set them into various grotesque poses. | ||
Which is fine by me. So much so, I have a small animal of my own that she can mount if she really wants. The PETA people probably don't like it too much... but then again they don't like anything. Infinitely more disturbing then the fact that this young girl cuts up road kill, is the fact that at the very bottom of her page, she offers to do freelance webdesign. Thats far funnier then a sweet little 15 year old girl that cuts up cats and rats for kicks.... which is itself pritty fucking funny. Isn't that how Jeffrey Dahmer started out? In "amateur taxidermy"? |
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ExistAngst 6:58 PM Wednesday, April 17, 2002 |
Hi Mum, Hi Dad | ||
Damnit im such a fucko. Why have i got to go and write creepy shit like yesterdays post just because I cant think of anything better? Because im a fucko, thats why. I hope nobody I know read yesterdays post. Ahh fuck. Who am i kidding... the ONLY people that read Angstythink, are the people that know me. I spose i could delete the post.... but id like to continue the illusions that this is a live medium... that what you see is what you get, wrinkles, dangly bits and all. Lets put it this way: the fact that i would fuck my clone without a moments hesitation, is more of an indication of how much i love myself, rather then how gay I am, or how perverse I am. And what the fuck is wrong with that anyway? A little bit of clone lovin never did no one any harm. Look why dont you just forget about the whole fiasco and go here. |
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ExistAngst 10:02 PM Tuesday, April 16, 2002 |
Yes... i would fuck myself | ||
Ive been strangely depressed for the last couple of weeks. It could be the lousy weather we've got coming on. It could be the state of things at university... although I dont think it could be that: things have been going better at uni then they have been for years. It could be the fact that ive not been training much in Aikido. I think its most likely got something to do with Angstythink. Where along the track did i lose sight of my reasons for doing this site? The last post, the one about some chinese bird, is the first thing i've actually written for this site in about 2 months. All the other stuff i've been posting over the last 2 months has been stuff that i had written long ago but had never posted. Frankly, im not sure where to go from here. I need to remind myself how to have fun with this site. There has been much talk recently about human cloning and stem cell research, with Gee Dub saying that Uncle Sam will have nothing to do with such sacrilegious behaviour as SCIENTIFIC EXPERIMENTS THAT COULD SAVE LIVES (heaven forbid). To be honest, I fail to see what the problem is. I would love to be able to clone myself. Because it was only just this afternoon I was thinking, that one of the only men in the world, that i would fuck without hesitation... is myself. Not that i concider myself to be particularly pleasing in that respect, but that you would never ever find a partner in the world that knows how to push your buttons as well as you do. It would be like masturbation.... except cooler. I think surely, policy makers much be overlooking this one important point. They musn't have concidered this important aspect of cloning... otherwise i feel sure that Gee Dub would get right behind stem cell research. It would give his Daddy a break, if Gee Dub Junior could entertain himself during those late nights in the oval office. Ohh dear..... there's nothing quite like writing an incredibly offensive post, to remind me exactly what Angstythink is all about. |
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ExistAngst 9:29 PM Friday, April 05, 2002 |
My Eyes Hurt. Oh God How They Hurt. | ||
Ive now seen Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon 6 times. I have to write an essay on it for my "Introduction To Screen Studies" unit. Having watched it that many times, the only thing i can tell you now, that i couldnt tell you 12 hours ago (6 times in succession).... is that im positive that Zhang Zi Yi is a hottie. Oh.... that and the fact that i now speak fluent Mandarin Zhang is not just pretty in a Chinesy-Asiany way...... but in a universal way. Even if you don't have a thing for asian women, (which i confess i do) it is impossible not to acknowledge such rare beauty as this. Most white men are, sexually attracted to Asian women in a similar way to the way they are attracted to other men. ie.... not at all. But Zhang Ziyi has that rare look that doesn't disguise her chinese heritage, and yet stands out as being universally attractive to whoever looks apon her. I know this wasn't much of a post, but i just had to share that with you. |
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Wrathchild 1:16 AM Tuesday, April 02, 2002 |
PlayCubicle 2, The Work Place | ||
So I recently gave in to marketing and peer pressure, wallowed in a sheer orgy of consumerism and bought a Play Station 2 with all the trimmings. And boy has my life been better! Not since I was addicted to Star Craft on the PC have I had greater motivation to get up in the mornings! How many of you out there know that feeling, when you've found a new game you love (or at least can't stay away from) and you're immersed in it, it's your whole world for a short period of time. Almost every moment you're not playing you're thinking about it and that new level or stat just around the corner. Sure your life quickly degenrates, as you struggle to wake up in time for work or class (unsuccessfully) and are unable to concentrate once you get there, as you're friends get fed up with the blank-eyed zombie you've become at social functions while you're staring into the distance reliving last nights victorious battle or conqurered level, as your lover leaves you for someone that talks about ANYTHING else other than that stupid computer game, but hey, your having FUN dammit! You have a mission in life. Well, maybe not REAL life, but you have a mission. Now of course I'm exaggerating, but I know a few of you out there can relate to what I'm saying. Why are some computer games so damned addictive? What drives us to attempt those upper-levels with a difficulty setting of "You've Got to be Fucking Joking" again and again until we crack them, no matter how frustrating it is? I think if this phenomenon was more closely examined we could start applying the principles to other areas of life, where there tends to be motivational problems. An obvious example of this would be the workplace. Here is a list of computer game-inspired features I think a workplace could provide to make its employees more motivated:
I know I would be a lot more inclined to head into work if I knew I could reach that elusive $1000 bonus floating on the ceiling by jumping off a workmate's head, and that ayone attempting to raise my stress level could easily be disposed of with my trusty flame-thrower or lightning-fast kung-fu moves. Imagine the motivation to attend the University of Tony Hawk, where students could gain credit by busting sick skateboarding tricks between class. A score of 300,000 could net you a degree in Physics (The Defying Of). If we could harness the motivating aspects of computer games for real life, maybe real life wouldn't seem so utterly pointless. Well... at least we'd be entertained enough not to give a shit. |
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Winky 8:58 PM Monday, April 01, 2002 |
Things we teach our kids and probably shouldn't | ||
SHARING - This does not exist in the real world. It used to, but the West called it Communism and we all know what happened to that. Last reported sighting was decades ago, with "Caring" as it's only known accomplice. Kids know how stupid it is, adults know how stupid it is. NURSERY RHYMES - Often hidden within these tunes of mirth are sinister double meanings that would make Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band proud. Ring-a Ring-a Rosy is about the Black Death, Ei Ni Me Ni Mi Ni Mo is dripping with racial hatred, and that thing you do with your kids' toes and call them pigs is basically their first lesson in sibling rivalry through verse. RELIGION - Young minds are very impressionable and they tend to believe whatever an adult tells them rather than think it through. Religion is really something that should be discovered by yourself, if at all, rather than being drilled into you as a kid. If a child is heavily religious then they're probably going to be that way all through their life, and "God Boy" just doesn't pull the chicks like it used to. THE FOOD PYRAMID - Who pays attention to this anyway? All the good shit that you love to eat you're supposed to have the least of, and the foods you're supposed to have the most of also happen to be the snack of choice in third world countries, and those people don't look too healthy to me. Egyptians had pyramids and look what happened to them. LANGUAGES - I don't know any other languages, so neither should kids. Same goes for co-ordination and sensitivity. SPORTS - Innocent, organised saturday morning sports provide warm memories that last a lifetime. But like all things in life, all that goodness has to be balanced somewhere, and that somewhere is with the parents. Normally docile, cheerful parents hear the pitter patter of little feet running after a ball and become three-headed beasts spawned by satan himself. They play their own organised sport of making the kid of the couple they hate cry, or if they turn pro then their attention turns to their own child. An hour of fun, marred by unwanted family members. Sounds like another fun saturday morning activity. Think of any more? Email me and maybe I'll put it up next time. |
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