Hair-Less
Spiralling
A gaping hole laughs at me from the inside of my left index finger. The sac fluid certainly did a fine job in making the hair seem exceedingly larger than it truly was. Perhaps now my weekend can be of total nothingness.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 29 November 2000 - 05:24
Little. Pink. Different.
Nothing
Passwords for the Challenge Mode in Worms.
- VERYEASY
- OHSOEASY
- UNCHAINS
- BJORNPOP
- DODGEMAX
- STARTURN
- HEYGEOFF
- REZDOGGY
- HIGHKICK
- LONG AGO
- HEY JOHN
- SATANICS
- NEARDEAD
- SCUMBAGZ
- GOOD BYE
- TRUTHOUT
- 17THKIND
- GOGOGOGO
- PIGSPACE
- TRUMPTON
- PARANOID
- MIXTURES
- VERY MAD
- INSANITY
- GREATGIG
Of course, I could have searched for the codes, but that just didn't seem the fun thing to do.
Sweating Meatballs
I don't know why it is but I can't stop myself from uttering this phrase during the sweatier times of my days. Summer is nearly here so that means I'll be sweating no matter what I wear. Why not screw around with the minds of others and wear heavy clothing? It's just too easy, and besides, I have no short sleeves.
Burn In Hell
The leaders of the world know what they're doing to our Earth. After all, in a few years, maybe a decade or two they'll die off and leave the rest of the planet to deal with their skull-duggery. Talks held by the UN fizzled as the power nations wanted to keep the smog and pollution up. This non-result filtered down to the Stuart Oil Shale Project.
Take a deep breath now. It may be the last time you won't choke.
Hollywood Comicbook Exchange
Last week I decided to purchase a thousand shares in Daredevil and The Hulk. I get back to see that Universal have green-lighted the Jade Jaw's movie and my portfolio jumped something like 3500. Prior to this I had a steady slide of 100 a day. The music portfolio is a little harder to work with. Seems no-one likes the music I like. Savage Garden, Foo Fighters, Garbage, The Corrs... you know, the good stuff. Can't seem to find a Mozart listing though.
Want to join leagues? Username: badassninja.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 28 November 2000 - 06:39
Nothing
Globetrotting this summer, Inferno and a few of his fellow cohorts shall leave the goddamn biggest island there is for the wickedly wondrous world around us. Hope he has a safe journey as I want the postcard that I somehow managed to get picked for. Germany should be nice. Less than two weeks till they leave these girted shores.
Also in less than two weeks sees the launch of the new PlayStation, the PlayStation 2. Upon entry of the site I was told there is a limit of one per customer, here's my link, I wasn't even thinking of buying it.
Why is the next generation of PlayStation called, PlayStation 2? What are they trying to emulate? The Atari 2600?
Nintendo first came out with the simple Game & Watch, then to the Entertainment System, the SNES, currently with the N64 and later, either the Cube or Dolphin. Sega with their Master System, then Mega Drive, the abysmal Saturn and now with the DreamCast.
A seemingly killer system, with a vapid name. But then again, I would of called it, to my own humiliation, "Elderon."
Soon Van - Thursday, 23 November 2000 - 09:37
Occupied
Apollo hangs there upon the wall, twitching between the thirty-eighth and thirty-ninth second markers. The face has been locked for what could possibly be an hour. Just to the left, Jonathon Acrminer or something similar basks in the fixed attention of a thousand or more worried eyes and sniffling noses. Jonathon is the star, somewhere, hidden in a room with nought but a steadily fixed camera watching its every move. The arm hits the twelve and the pens and pencils start scratching. It has begun.
The patrons are ordered to remain silent for the duration. This order given by the two gargoyles ahead of the room. Pithy to the hypocrisy as the beings talk amongst themselves, the s grating everytime it is revealed. The soles and tips of the shoes are kicked time and time again, the walls will still not move. The tables are cleared much to the chagrin of the subjects by the untucked shirts and dresses as the sentinels waddle up and down the aisles in search of a conspirator. Heavy breathing and cramped cubicles lead to shivering spines and rupturous roars of mucousy fluid escaping only to be held back by the strength of the nasal winds.
Time is up.
Another exam is done. A sense of wonder envelopes the faces of the battle weary students. On the twenty-second of November in the year 2000, Systems Analysis and Design 2 has been dealt with for what a few tourtured hope, the last time.
I don't think I'll ever forget today, reason being that it's so easy to remember, 22-11-00. Ignition and blast-off.
Soon Van - Thursday, 23 November 2000 - 07:09
Spiralling
Planet Project has left me gutted. Depressed too that I can only review the polls during that poll taking session. I've tried to save the results of some. Post it later.
I now have only one shot left on the disposable camera. On Monday I set up the shot that included the two signs that I took as mementos, a bottle of water, the newspapers that I got for a week, five of the fifty tally rolls and a volleyball. I dropped one of the rolls of newspaper and like a Jerry Lewis sketch dropped another as I picked up the first, then two for the second and so on. In the end they landed in a huddled mass which means that when I get to reading them it'll be like reading the Black Panther.
The rain was absent as I awoke this morn. A feeling of emptiness now resides in the mind. I love the rain, I enjoy walking in the rain, I just don't like getting wet.
When was the last time you read a mention of promised Olympic photos? I know I have not been forthcoming with the goods for an eternity but when the last shot is taken, within a fortnight, bet on it. At least I know I wouldn't of wasted my money on the Volunteer's Book. If I'm anything to go by the tome will be more like a pamphlet. The site just does not exude confidence in the sell. It doesn't even have a lowly TITLE in the HEAD.
Soon Van - Saturday, 18 November 2000 - 11:15
Spiralling
The season is upon us. Advertising becomes sickening and the homeless are kicked about in campaigns.
It also means I'll be posting less often, more like once a month. I just got my fifth computer and for the first time, actually works. I live off of other's discarded units. I don't even have access to the net. Unless I get the volunteer gig at Greenpeace my days will be taken up with SimCity 2000 and Worms.
How hard is your Worm?
Soon Van - Wednesday, 15 November 2000 - 11:27
Nothing
Who's the most downloaded woman? Danni and Cindy are the two top contenders. Even though Danni may of won according to this site. I'm not taking it as official until Guiness have it up.
Until they do, I'll be having some trouble walking upright.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 15 November 2000 - 11:14
Spiralling
The streak is over. For the past two months I wore the exact same outfit every second day. The other days would see only a change in the top. The seat of my jeans had developed some sort of gloss/sheen to them, blinding me if I examined them in the sun's light.
The clothes didn't seem to smell. Then again, no one would ever say something like that. Not unless it was me.
Eight hours straight in front of my friends computer netted me nothing by an allergic reaction to the oil in the pizza.
Three assignments due in nineteen hours. No sanity remains.
I sure hope my earlier post about the American election result is way off the mark.
Soon Van - Saturday, 11 November 2000 - 11:10
Ten, Nine, Lock!
Television
While I was supposed to be doing my assignment—due in an hour, only half done—I came across something about Big Brother and just how much Channel Ten are banking on it. There's also some mention about a new Channel Nine show called The Vault. Hey, I remember trying out for that! One question made the difference, that's so harsh. Jackasses who slipped through the cracks will land up on the television as complete morons, I could of been a moron.
Soon Van - Friday, 10 November 2000 - 05:55
Nothing
Seems the Americans were drunk when they voted.
Bush won.
Soon Van - Thursday, 9 November 2000 - 11:23
Nothing
Hillary wins New York. One democrat down and freesailing. Let's see if the Americans are dumb enough to elect Bush to office.
I sure hope not. Al Gore is a much saner, articulate and cooler guy than the dweeb.
If the moron gets the office it'll be like the kid with the gun. Or is that monkey?
Soon Van - Thursday, 9 November 2000 - 06:17
Nothing
If the Melbourne Cup supposedly stops the nation, how does the race run? Are the crooks captivated? The hospitals on standby? Whatever. Needs better wording. The race that drives fashion sense, egos and voices to stratospheric extremes and back again. Whip it. Whip it real good.
They put horses down when they fall and injure themselves. Why don't they do the same to her? Two hip fractures and just a day ago, the collar bone. I would like to see Charles take to her with a double barrelled shotgun. A live webcast would be nice.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 8 November 2000 - 07:30
Nothing
Sega World is put to the mercy kill on Sunday. Can't seem to find a mention of it on their site but the paper said the hedgehog will have to find new digs.
I remember when there used a huge—okay, not huge, but big—chunk of land that had a few tennis courts and basketball courts. You had to pay, or jump the fence. Sega World took over the land back in 1997 and it was about that time the news items would constantly feature some rehashed report about how the kids of Australia where getting lumpier, slower, and easier to tease.
No-one will miss the blue cone, that's why it's going.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 8 November 2000 - 06:46
Freeload
Planet Project are running some kind of world-wide survey. They say that they'll even have people in the Amazon and Africa with laptops hassling people about their sexual habits and views on race. I enjoy filling out surveys and questionnaires, but only when the questions are easy to fill out, aren't tedious and refreshingly different.
After the whole shebang is compiled you'll get to review the responses of others in your category to see how alike two people can be or just how twisted your own mind is.
November 15 - mark it in your calendars, diaries, online-reminders, hell, tattoo your face so you'll know what to do on that morning. The little icon/logo/insignia looks funky, a neckless being with the world as a face.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 7 November 2000 - 08:00
Nothing
If you want some slightly used Olympic office equipment, beds, furniture and such, and don't want to get ripped off make your way over to 350 Parramatta Road, Homebush.
The stuff looks okay and seem to be in a good condition. Don't think they'll categorise the items based on country usage, otherwise the Cuban beds might be sold on pre-orders.
The Holden fleet is also being sold. They even make an effort to point out that the sedans will all have a "special badge." Saw one driving around on Thursday still sporting the little window card. I think it was purple, I know it had a mobius strip. One to buy, the one the Koreans were in when they got jumped. Definite keepsake.
Soon Van - Sunday, 5 November 2000 - 11:10
Occupied
A minor hailstorm came by this place and totally ripped up one of the buildings. The roof was smashed, the labs were soaked and the power was cut. The hailstones were only the size of sultanas. Thought about but didn't try going to the toilet in the darkness. It's okay at home, there's no clothing to get in the way.
Understandably no one likes this place. Cutbacks are like a hobby to the Vice-Chancellor. A strike is planned for next week.
Soon Van - Saturday, 4 November 2000 - 10:33
Spiralling
Caught this bugger feasting away at my foot Wednesday night. Can someone tell me what the hell this is? It's either a flea or a tick I think. The scan is of poor quality, I know.
Soon Van - Saturday, 4 November 2000 - 06:14
Freeload
30 kilos of tally rolls = 1 big raffle!
Providing you have something to raffle off in the first place...
- Phil
I suffered a lot for those damned rolls. The tendons in my arms are still straining with the most basic of movements. If I knew someone would receive as much—what's more than nothing?—delight in using the rolls as I did carrying them home, they'd get some. No international or interstate orders. It's the quality stuff, not the cheap, free crap Franklins or Woolworths get. Might use one of the three last exposures on this as proof. Twenty-four Olympics related shots still waiting for development.
One per customer. Maybe.
Soon Van - Friday, 3 November 2000 - 08:09
Freeload
Gene Rixand, Etman Cougar Scear, Calvin Dagger and Kevin F Meit are just some of my mailing list pseudonyms. Haven't seen Mr Meit in a long time. Probably fell of the lists.
The AMFPA sent me a thick envelope yesterday. I was stunned as the package had my real name as the addressee, not some lame made up name.
The accompanying cards—christmas by the way—were very nicely painted. Unbelievable is the fact that they use either their mouths or feet. I feel so inept. I can't make out what they want from me in relation to the cards, there's eight of them. They make no real mention of payment but included a payment form with the cards already billed.
I still can't figure out how they got my name. I know I didn't fill out any surveys using "Soon Van" within the past decade. A perplexing issue indeed.
Soon Van - Friday, 3 November 2000 - 04:33
Freeload
The mind was in a state of quandary as I stumbled across a rolled up newspaper on the lawn of my abode this morn. Yesterday should have been the last free subscription issue. Surely they cannot and would not ask me for back payment on such a poorly delivered article? Morning after morning, nicks and cuts line the film in which the paper is delivered in. Matters not, I haven't read a single one since the start of the Paralympics. Still, the plastic seems to be stickier and sturdier than that which wraps my sandwiches. Nineteen years old and I still take a homemade lunch. Cheap bastard that I am.
Soon Van - Thursday, 2 November 2000 - 08:58
Spiralling
I have this notion that the arms of The Simpsons have been drawn to look like mine. Sleek, slender, no deviations whatsoever, total lack of muscle appearance and suitable for display only. The shoulders, however, are capable of holding their own.
Yesterday I had to cut short my day in order to beat the closing time of my bank. It had been three weeks since I decided to deposit $100 into my account. I was to follow this up with a viewing of, Shaft but watching the first load on TV proved to be much cheaper. I stopped by my local comic shop to pass the time. The review of said movie was that it had a lot of attitude and was a definite catch. The mind swayed a little. Tally rolls, a boxload of them, were delivered mistakenly to the previous incarnation of the comic shop. The manager had no idea what he was to do with them. I took them home. All 30 kilos—or thereabouts—of it.
I had no car and so lugged this sumbitch all the way to the train station, 200 metres away and limped home with it 700 metres to my door. I have no idea what I will do with 200 register dockets. Might need them in the future, never know.
As soon as the box hit the floor my biceps, triceps and forearms started to shake. They haven't stopped yet. There was, after all, no muscle to handle the load.
Brushing, flossing, eating, showering, stretching all became mammoth tasks as both arms refused defiantly to bend pass an arc of fifty degrees. Immense pain and restriction on waking up this morning. Arms could no longer stretch nor fold all the way. Upper back now feels like I've been hit with a mallet in preparation of stewing the meat off my back.
I think I might of busted an organ, might become a hernia.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 1 November 2000 - 06:17
