The Edge of the Internet

I have spent the last few days panicked about work because there has been none for me. My work is dependent on the Fraser container port system to keep it fed, as a temp this means that from time to time I am with out work. I’m fighting to give the impression of someone they must be desperate to hire, you know so I can be magnanimous in my generosity in letting them give me a stable source of money I long for. Because of this panic, my clockworks have been slipping tension bands, clogging gears and misfiring pistons. I’ve been alternately depressed, up with insomnia, paranoiac and an all round monster to be near. Which is why I’ve holed up in my book strew fortress of fuck off and leave me alone room since Thursday, well other then the occasional trip to the local for eggnog lattes, my seasonal addiction.

Today I got the call to go back to work tomorrow. It’s like Sisyphus watching the rock finally stay at the top. There will be coffee tonight at the usual, I will be going early to do some writing. I’ve been filling the back of my work book with a story only Jenn will get to read because she was kind enough to be jealous. Such a wonderful gift that was of her to give me.

My DnD game will most likely be coming to an end soon. Its players are more interested in other games, life concerns to even be polite to me about not being able to play. Unless the few who are left in it decided to find others to fill the ranks of their party, this Sunday may well be the last game.

I spent some time flitting about the Internet looking within it for a means of destroying it that I can do for little money or effort. I still wish it to die in a fire, but that is looking more like an atomic initiative, which smacks too much of effort. The Internet must die, but you know in a lazy fashion.

Found some interesting stuff (well to me anyways)

I want to write as well or better then this:
http://www.vqronline.org/articles/2006/fiction/lethem-phil-marketplace/

I want to build one of these:
http://www.gizmodo.com/gadgets/pcs/ancient-computer-found-cant-play-doom-218062.php
So the link is here to remind me that I need to do some research, and learn some metal working skills, or find someone with some… meh I’ll just do the research for the fun of it.

Next I want to have enough time and money to be able to waste both finding this out: http://terranova.blogs.com/terra_nova/2006/11/theres_nothing_.html#more

Last and the reason I wrote so much above to send you spinning off in other directions, all the better to hide this from you, is some pathetic writings of my own. Way back on January 17 I started up an idea, some sort of blog serial story. You know take the time to write a chapter a month… yea that plan went far didn’t it. But with the internet back staring my failures into my face I have been slowly picking old projects up with the intent to finish.

So here is the up load of the first chapter from Jan 17, 2006-11-29
Download file

And here is the second chapter
Download file
(Upon realizing that I wrote that months ago, I'm not sure if I'm happy with it. I may redo/edit it at a later date, before putting the next chapter out. We'll see. At least it was something written.)

Posted by Silenzio at 3:25 PM | Permalink

I really don't have words to explain how and why I found this. You just have to watch it and then go on with your lives.

http://www.ebolaworld.com/movies/littlekim/01.html

If this has already been shared... ah well. I'm behind the times.

Posted by Silenzio at 8:55 PM | Permalink

From the first glimpse of the trailer, I have said I would hate the new Bond film, and hate it I did. My reasons for hating it are not what most would think though. I hate it because I loved it so very much.

James Bond films fall squarely in the category of popcorn flicks. You can’t think about them too seriously, or analyze them with the same scale you would say a Departed, or anything that’s telling you about characters. Further, you can’t use the exact same scale that you use for a silly adventure film like Pirates, or for whimsy like Prestige. Bond films by nature of the longevity of the franchise stand on their own scale. (Although I sometimes judge other spy movies by the Bond scale.) Right, I’ve wandered a tad off the path. This was an excellent example of how a Bond film should be done. Even with the little bit of sloppy storytelling in the last reel. Its existence validates for me just how God awful bad the Pierce Brosnan movies were. It was all trash, pure trash, and that’s the rub for me. I wanted Brosnan to be treated with respect by the franchise, and he wasn’t, along comes this new comer and he gets, he gets, a damn fine, fun film to watch. And that’s the kicker I liked Pierce’s Bond, he had all the makings of a good Bond in him and he deserved a movie of the quality of Casino Royal. Ah well.

Did you get all that I loved the movie as judged only on its predecessors. It was a top-notch showing. Daniel Craig worked for me his hair colour was irrelevant.

Oh and the line ‘Your brother from Langley.’ Has four double meanings at last count. No I won’t tell you them all, use your own brain.

Posted by Silenzio at 5:25 PM | Permalink

I acctually mean it when I say I hate the internet.

After having it back on my computer for what? Three days? I have had more problems with my computer then I ever had. Yes I did load up a fire wall and anti-virus software, not that it did me a whole fucking lot of good. Today i learned that Word has been removed from my computer. It's the only thing that I used it for. A great big glorified typewritter, that's it, that's all my computer was good for. Maybe a few songs, some photos, but that's all. I never played video games on it, could care less.

No word, no need for a computer.
I'm turning this infernal device and the fucking moronic internet off for ever.

This is my last post.

[edit] Fine, fine, so it won't be my last post. After a few days away from the accursed internet with pen and paper I have soothed my anger some. I still want to see the internet ductaped to a chair kicked in the kidny's forceful enough to have it shit blood, then it's face pealed off so that it can look at it's own soulless continance, then die in a fire, but that's just my wish, you might have your own.

One of my house mates has Office on disk, we reinstalled it, I have Word once more and have been writting for my own ammusement.

Have fun folks.

Bill

Posted by Silenzio at 2:57 PM | Permalink

I wrote this months ago for Tyler, but never got around to typing it out. He read the original hand written version instead. Still its message stuck around in the back of my skull, lurking among the cobwebs and discarded, gap toothed gears of my clockwork brain. Something came up that refreshed the memory of it on me.

So here you go,

It’s like walking around with sore feet on a blazing summer day. You spot an impressive fir with the perfect shaded grassy spot to sit for a few ticks under it. You walk over to find a cute young innocent looking child starring up into the tree branches, tears streaming from cry puffy eyes. You can’t help but ask what’s wrong. The child says its fluffy kitten escaped and got stuck in the tree. Would you, Could you please help?

Not being a misanthrope, you agree, take off your jacket, roll up your sleeves and precariously climb the tree. Your skin is scratched and torn at. You get leaves and twigs in uncomfortable places. With luck you wont slip and catch a branch between the legs, but luck is never on your side. Finally you see the kitten has placed itself in just the right spot to be nothing but frustrating to retrieve. You soldier on risking more serious harm, maybe deluding yourself into thinking it’s a character building moment. Then success, you snag the little ball of fur to feel it sink needle sharp claws and fangs into the flesh of your hand. The footing you thought secure gives way and down, down, down you go abusive branches once allies in your accent slapping your face all the way. The ground is never soft.

Broken of body, emotions, maybe spirit, perhaps soul you pick yourself up and with triumphant smile return fluffy. You’re thanked and retire to the shady spot that brought you here to bleed. The child prances and cappers around, all is happy all is well. Then the child scoops up the precious kitten and punts it back into the highest branches of the tree. It comes to you with teary doe eyes and whines for its kitten to be returned.

Somehow, all this is your fault. You did decide to sit under the tree.

With love.

Posted by Silenzio at 11:11 AM | Permalink

Well it eventually had to happen. After what has been an unbelievably long bout of procrastination on Jason and my self’s behalf we finally moved the router into my room and reinstalled the cable Internet connection thingy into my computer. Yes that’s right, after more then a year I am back on the Internet with my own computer. Let the fanfare of toilet paper and comb kazoos trumpet my return. Let a bed of inappropriately used WebPages be strewn before me as I walk once more to the edge of the internet and gaze down into the abyss of humankinds electric social consciousness.

Ah the majesty of an imaginary landscape
All these dreams that fill my eyes
All these things that I see which fill our unreal lives.

To test that my connection was working we turned MSN on for just a second. Helene to her admittance had been lurking in the electric tall grasses with a shotgun of salutations and warm returns. I got a bellyful of love, kisses, and *hugs* before my first footstep was finished.

I’m dead now, I write this to you from beyond the grave.
Stupid internet killed me, how I hate it so.

Posted by Silenzio at 7:23 PM | Permalink