As taken from arynash ( Geek MemeCollapse )
This specializes too much in just book, television & computer geek-dom. There are
As stolen from multiple sources.
According to a LibraryThing survey, these 106 works are the ones most often marked as “unread”, That is, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded.Bold
the ones you’ve read, underline
the ones read solely as a curriculum requirement, italicize
the ones you started, but didn’t finish.
Final touch: denote (*) the ones you liked, and would (or did) read again or recommend. Even if you did read them for school in the first place.( Hi-Ho Silver... AWAY!Collapse )
Sounds of Tyk : Shitagawa Naoya - Wagahai ni Kike!
So this is going to be a rant against the more unfortunate of this world. Rabid socialist attack dogs, look away now. ^_~ Just joking. Please, delve into a pet peeve of mine.
I remember the first time I was ever approached by a beggar. I was in year 10, wandering down along Lonsdale St. with Yi after hitting Hobby Japan for my usual end-of-term fix of 7 video tapes worth of Anime. ( one tape a day was a pretty good ration for me back in those days ) In those heady days of innocence ( HA! ) when the beggar in question asked me if I had spare change for her bus fare, I thought nothing of giving her a couple of dollars and moving on. Clearly within earshot, Yi whispered to me that the woman was a beggar and I'd just been scammed to which I replied "That's alright, I would've only spent that money on pointless crap." or something along those lines. Far too much pointless crap, bumps on the head & liquor imbibed have erased the exact words I used from my memory banks.
But since then... well I wouldn't say that I've encountered every single person in Melbourne who begs on a regular basis, but I reckon that I've seen more than my fair share of pan-handlers. Keep in mind here people that I worked full time for two & a half years at a café right smack bang middle of the Melbourne Central Business District. With not a small number of outdoor tables and a fairly high turnover given how it was on such a busy thorough-fare to the Flinders station. I can say with complete honesty that I have seen every single beggar which bargains, fake charity donations, palm-reading, busking, and in lieu of any of those just plains begs along that stretch. Hell, I've even encountered some of them in other areas of the city and I still give them the same death-glare. ... Ok, when I was working I would tell them to politely go improve their carnal relations with their close relatives. Or something along those lines.
Now, by now there would be a few who would say "Who are you to pick on them? These are the homeless! The less fortunate than you! You at least had a job, they had nothing!" You could argue this certainly. And if they were using the money to help survive and eventually get a step up from the dredges of society and life that they were existing upon, then by all means I would have given them a free pass to harass, intimidate and irritate the general public which made up my customers. Here's the kicker. At that time, my then-girlfriend worked at the liquor store on the OTHER side of the block from that café. And every single pauper which I identified she could immediately tell me that they'd been into that particular liquor store to booze it up. Throw in the ... less savoury, recreational substance suppliers that I knew around also giving me the same information with a near-exact tone of derision in their voice, suffice to say... these people were not about getting themselves out of the rut they had delved into.
Then back in 2006, there was the Commonwealth Games. Leading up to such a hideously busy event, with the city filled to the brim through tourists, athletes, support staff and so on, the Melbourne City Council went into a complete and utter clean-up. Streets were picked over until there was only the hideous concrete & asphalt left. Signs were put up. Advertisements on television telling residents to be clean & pick up after themselves & others were blasted time and time again... And the beggars were booted out of the Central Business District. Fined, put away for awhile.Despite the general craziness of the city, it was rather nice for a change not to be hassled every hundred meters or so for "spare change".
But that was two years ago. And what do we have now? Numbers are back up again, even higher if some people are to be believed. I suspect the tabloid shows like ACA or Today Tonight's so-called reports that it's the rising property prices & mortgage rates which are causing such an influx of homeless people. Probably a number of them certainly, but not the sheer rampant numbers which I'm encountering. Want to know where I last encountered so many beggars? New York City. Not quite as many mental patients released upon the streets, but with the way health care is in this country, it wouldn't surprise me in the least.
What set me off on this rant? A beggar on the tram. Public transport now gets it's own free vermin-infest, clearly still crashing down off their high ( Dilated pupils, physical ticks, unsteady gait, etc.), paupers to shove one hand in your face whilst you mind your own business whilst they death-grip what change they have in their other hand. Well, in this case it wasn't a death grip as such. It was a nervous tick of shaking hand which jingled the $2 coins against each other. I've heard a few women complain about being hit on whilst they ride public transport. Now throw in beggars into the mix, is it small wonder that some people avoid public transport in Melbourne like the plague?
On a side note, I've heard rumours to the tune that the Melbourne CBD will now be called CAD: Central Activities District. By all that is unholy & lodged in a colon, do they SERIOUSLY expect to be able to get away with that? First in my recollected history they changed Museum Station to Melbourne Central Station. Ok, I could accept that at the time. Then there was Spencer Station which was turned into Southern Cross station just in time for the 2006 Commonwealth Games. GRAH! What the hell does that floating constellation of space dust & lights in the sky have ANYTHING to do with Melbourne, let alone a train station? FAGH! The whole bunch of the city council are cads, buffoons and imbeciles, the whole lot of them!
Well I suppose you've got enough of a face full of vitriol this afternoon. So that'll be all for now.
This is your general cynic of the world signing off.
Sounds of Tyk : Lazyboy - Underwear Goes Inside The Pants
For those who are thinking of coming to Melbourne at the moment, my reply to you is this. Don't. It's too thrice-damned cold at the moment. Wait until spring. I gotta do more gaming to keep my fingers supple & warm. ... Or maybe I should devote some thought to putting the central heating back on.
That's all for now.
Head Feelings: cold
Sounds of Tyk : Foo Fighters - Cold Day In The Sun
Made a small little drinking event last week which predictably few people turned up to. Which wasn't suhc a bad thing really. Until people did make their way on down to that underground cramped closet known as Charlie's Bar, I was thoroughly entertaining myself by flirting with random women walking by. There's something about free champagne which makes women just turn up to bars. Might as well offer free chocolate whilst you're at it and then duck for cover! Tried to organize it again for this week but the responses have been less than stellar so I just cancelled the damn thing.
Moving on from there and having a couple more drinks with friends, I eventually met up with Dom & Jess outside Billboards for the Sound Mind Gig there. Due to her having cheap tickets for some reason or another, I thought that a music gig would be the perfect thing for my mildly inebriated self. ^_^; Always a good idea Tyk. The first warm-up band which I actually listened to was Bellusira
, a band which Dom was quite involved in pimping to the general public. And to be honest, they were worth the pimping. Definitely to be classed as Rock/Metal it reminded me of a mix between Cog and Evanescence. Except without the overly pop Goth overtones of the latter. From the very opening of chords, you find yourself nodding in beat quite readily. A touch of revebrations from the bass & drum kit making one's chest muscles bounce back and forth enough that you didn't need caffeine. ... Which really means I shouldn't have had those two espresso Martinis beforehand. Their album comes out soon on June 28th @ the Espy. Definitely worth checking out.
The follow up band Girly Days
was... well to call them a limp-wristed cousin of Nine Days
wouldn't be inaccurate. Barely made it through their first song before I did what I always do when I'm bored at a gig. Went to go get some food. Made it back in time for them to be playing their last song of the set.
Having never heard of Sound Mind before, I wasn't really having high expectations. Already had a rather enjoyable evening of it, so didn't need something to get my money's worth (All $5 of it ^_~). Whilst being self-described as somewhat trance-metal, I didn't get much of that. The light show emphasized that side, but overall I would put them just as metal and leave it at that. Apart from the fact that it was somewhat reminiscent of Linkin Park. ... And it's bass guitarist whom we shall give the moniker "Token" (Very much the token black guy) was really
getting into the gig along with the lead singer. Between the two of them raising the energy of the perfomance it would be a little surprising to find that I would have a bone to pick. But I do.
I must absolutely emphasize the absolutely lacklustre performance from the Bogan lead guitarist. He couldn't possibly have moved less had his feet been nail-gunned to the floor. There really was less emotion apart from a certain smug grin at "I'm a lead guitarist in a rock band" and all the glances which he threw towards a certain section of the audience which Dom's friend (Sorry mate, forgot your name! -_-;) and I called "Groupie Central". Given the average age of the crowd was quite youthful, I wouldn't have been surprised if three or more of them made it backstage after the performance. Given how thoroughly unimpressed I was, it didn't take much for me to leave before the encore even really got started.
On the plus side of it all, I do have a pretty good idea of what to get Dom for her b-day celebrations this Saturday. *cackles with glee*
As stolen from buhfly ( one word memeCollapse )
Anyway, more than enough from me.
Sounds of Tyk : Bellusira - Wide Awake
So it's been awhile since I last decided to expel a myriad of thoughts across the Internet via this form of medium more commonly known as "Blogging". And admittedly, it has been difficult for me to come up with a good, lung-expanding rant which I can give voice. But no matter how you perceive that it's just complaints. And whining. Dressed up pretty with a heavy layer of make-up, much like your average teenage whore out on a Friday night.
With such thoughts in mind, I decided that it would be better to do have a more positive little piece of ranting for the rest of the world to consider. Without further ado, here's one of the first book reviews I've had the heartfelt pleasure in crafting in many a year.
Title: The Name of the Wind
Author: Patrick Rothfuss.
" I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during the day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.
My name is Kvothe. You may have heard of me."
With such a stunning summary emblazoned across the back cover, small wonder that picking up this book and settling down is one of the best choices I've made in the last couple of years. With well over six hundred pages to give it a thickness with much promise when one starts delving into the world created by Patrick Rothfuss. It leaves you craving for the next book in the series (Translation: Write faster Mr. Rothfuss, WRITE FASTER!)
For those who haven't had this book shoved into their faces by fellow lovers of well-crafted fantasy novels which sweep you off your feet and into another world with nary a whisper of complaint, clearly you need a higher class of friends to throw books your way. Be careful if they do throw it... it could lead to a concussion.
If I had my arm twisted to give a comparison, I would suggest that this in some ways is a much more grown-up, sensible version of the Harry Potter series. Except with far more traits involving wickedly delicious humour, pranks, a higher class of romance, well-timed sense of the theatrical, and elegantly situated world-shaking Doom looming over the horizon than J.K. Rowling could possibly shake a corkscrew wand at. Should you make it past the first sixty pages without being undeniably sucked into this masterpiece than I surely pity you. Oh what are you doing still reading this blathering review of mine?! Go forth and read it! Borrow it from your well-stocked library! Take it off a friend! Bludgeon them with it's hefty weight if necessary. Then sit down with a few hours to spare and be entertained!
Sounds of Tyk : Reel Big Fish - All I Want Is More
So I was watching the news the other day when I cam across the article which stated that roughly 1 in 4 young women in America had an STD. Given how closely Australia tends to follow the USA in terms of social culture, economics, fashion trends, military responses, and the such it occurred to me to actually wonder about how the Australian people are going towards safe sex.
It's a worry for me personally when I've had a spate of ... random encounters. It's not that I don't practise safe sex. It's more of a case of a checking up on it afterwards. As we all know, no method is 100% guaranteed. And abstinence doesn't count because some of us actually have hormones not anti-freeze running through our veins. So checking up after a bout of random, crazy ( I can't seem to let go of crazy ) shared moments in the night is pretty much a must for me. That way at the very least, I can make sure that I'm not the one whose going to have to make the embarrassing call to all the women I've met in such circumstances and kept their phone numbers.
But by and large my concern isn't so much myself as the gullibility of others. Just because a guy says he's safe, do women take him at his word? Are people to be trusted these days with such high risks of viruses which will stay with you for life? Sure, there's a plethora of different STD's out there, and many of them are curable. But the big ones which will cripple you, your blood and your offspring are scary enough to encourage more safe sex yeah? Isn't somebody's word just that little to much flimsy? *shrugs* Well I've never claimed to understand people in general.
Oh, whilst I'm in the vague area of sex, another article I saw on the television the other day involved Australia now having more single women than married women. The reasoning handed out to why so many women were single was pretty much boiled down to the oh-so-simplistic logic of "Women have far too high standards and check list when it comes to men. Abandon the check list. No man will be perfect. No man can be changed to be that perfect man."
Uh... huh. If as a man, I can find that mildly insulting I wonder what the general female responses to such a statement would be. Plus, I like holding myself up to a high standard. Yes, I can cook. Yes I do take care of my physical appearance on a semi-regular basis. Yes I have impeccable sense of hygiene. No, I am still a messy bastard. Yes, I regularly consume enough food to scare people. Absolutely, I am a frekkin weirdo. However I will always be the first to admit it when I'm a freak or when I'm wrong. And with that in mind, I'd reckon that I'm pretty good by most standards, given the stories I'm commonly hearing about the problems with men in Australia.
Maybe I should go to one of these speed-dating nights just to see what all the fuss about Melbourne men is.
Anyway, that's enough from me in this sweltering heat.
P.S. This song is horribly addictive. And trashy pop. And my masculinity is dropping another notch by listening to a love song so many times. And I know it's old Hikaru Utada. But I've always favoured her more over than the screechy, now-going-deaf-in-both-ears Ayumi Hamasaki.
Sounds of Tyk : Hikaru Utada - Distance
So it's been months since I last posted. Just haven't had the energy to do so. ... And been completely and utterly wrapped up with Facebook. ^_^; Whoops! Guess the best way for me to welcome back LJ at such a hideously early hour of the morn would be to do a meme!
Still can't think up titles for my posts so I'm going back to song lyrics.
As taken from sw_inku ( Gender MemeCollapse )
As yoinked from Madja! THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
3. Tyk.( meme of threesCollapse )
Sounds of Tyk : Tetsuya Shibata - Motion Capture Movie (featuring Shootie HG)
I believe that one can really tell when the writer's guild strike is affecting what is coming to Australian television. It's about when all these strange one-hit-wonder-plot shows begin to lift their ugly heads into prime-time television spots. Oh wait, that's just Summer shows! ... No wait, these seem to be worse than previous years. Couple of examples strike me rather strongly.Moonlight
. A show about a Vampire who reveals his very Undead nature to the potential Significant Other within THE FIRST EPISODE. ... Strikes me as somewhat premature. Even Buffy the Vampire Slayer
held back Angel's vampire nature for at least a few episodes. If Joss Whedon is capable of holidng such a thinly-disguised secret for a few measly episodes surely the writers/creators of this show would be capable of doing the same! Suffice to say this is the type of show which in the normal state of television, would be relegated to the dark, secluded corners of late-night television.
The sheer amount of reality television bombarding all four corners of my television screen are beginning to overwhelm & depress me. I believe this perspective
is entirely relevant and I would donate time, money and body parts to seeing it come to fruition.
That said, the next few days on my schedule don't involve me watching much television so I should be safe from spouting out vast amounts of profanity and expletives at the world in general.
Sounds of Tyk : OK Go - Don't Ask Me
Happy Birthday 'Tahl! Keep on rocking! ... No geology pun/joke intended.
Sounds of Tyk : Hikaru Utada - Distance
I wonder if I could become some sort of sensory master when I was younger. I suffer from rather bad eyesight due to reading hundreds upon thousands of books in bad light. Also being the stereotypical Asian nerd, I also suffered from a rather bad case of Hay fever every spring. Which essentially knocked out my sense of smell when you combine it with those years at MHS & the associated yeast factory. On a side-note, now that the factory has been replaced with Office buildings, MHS's state score is also dropping. Coincidence? I think not! We needed those yeast-fumes induced mutations to boost our intelligence.
So I've got pretty good hearing. Except of course when I've gone out clubbing, to a gig or just decided to listen to a lot of metal ( which is more often than one might think )
. But my sense of taste? Not so great. My sense of touch is far more sensitive. And yet I love to eat and cook. But I guess my food comes out pretty good due to practise rather than the sort of intuition that oh so many other people out there demonstrate when it comes to food. ... Oh well, I guess I'd better master roast chicken first.
I've been pretty tired lately. Come home sometimes to literally fall down in front of the television and sleep. I've only ever heard my father doing this before. And that was when he was working 80 hour weeks. -_-; Urk. That's such a frekkin' downer.
Jesse's little shindig was pretty fun. Except for the fact that I can't taste the difference between a $17 bottle of champagne and a $100 bottle of champagne. Is there really some way to tell the difference? As far as I'm aware, almost all forms of bubbly wine are made out of inferior quality wine regardless of the specific grape used, etc., etc. So is there anybody out with a more refined champagne taste who can honestly tell me how the hell it is better? I can tell when a white wine has specifically had only one breed of grape picked out for it or when they've used a mix but that's about it.
Andie & 'Tahl's BBQ was a blast. Had a lot of fun chatting & eating all afternoon. Been awhile since I've last spent an entire afternoon doing that. And hey, we even held off on the "Let's see how long it takes before our voices eventually wear into a raggedy croak" aka Singstar until most people had left. Though it's horribly amusing to discover that both Andie & 'Tahl's significant others can score better than them at Kylie Minogue. *cackles with glee*
Mary's b-day drinks were also a lot of fun. Had a lot to catch up with given that we haven't seen each other for years ( Go Facebook for bringing people back together )
. And as always, Polly has wonderful cocktails which I ( this time )
unable to indulge in to my heart's content. Curses! Foiled once more! *shakes fist* Next time. If only to see Mary get drunk, entertainment for all! ^_^
Yoinked from buhfly
. Such a useful sound-effect too... Yoink! ( memeCollapse )
As stolen from vintage_belle ( Read more...Collapse )
Sounds of Tyk : Kanye West - Stronger