Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Interesting experements in sleep deprivation. It seems that if a student has too much cofee before the exam, the effects dont wear off untill his holidays are over untill and unless there is another exam within a time of T, in which case he will need another cup of coffee within T/4 of finishing this one.


I have come to the realisation that my posts have kind of been catering to the lowest common denominator, I see connections that I feel are awesome, patterns that I think are hilarious, but don't mention them because I feel no one else can. Pride does come before the fall, hopefull this gentle self motivated descent shall not hurt too much. From now on, I will make the obscure references that I wish to, not bothering about who/what/eh? will read this. The signal after all is free and nothing should stop it (in case you didn't get it that was refrence number 1).

Did I mention I just hacked a site, all on my own, I got this idea that maybe an SQL injection would work, tested it out in the most painless manner possible and then omg!!! access. No, I am not publishing details, anonymous remailers have been used along with the Tor service (to which I am much indebted, at the moment) explaining to them their vulnerbility.

The following is an attempt at writing a morbid lyrical poem, using quotes I remember, so realise that the phrases are not mine just the ordering and other such "Aesthetics". Can I wonder though, the phrase morbid lyrical be used in any context other than wiered doom metal, or awesome goth music ?

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Everyone hides who they are
I can't help it. I kill things.


Beneath the surface,
I see pain.
even understand pain.
I just can't feel pain

Blood sets my teeth on edge.
Blood is my life,
Blood controls the chaos.
Pulsates in me like in you.

preparation is vital.
No detail trivial
and the ritual intoxicating.
The rush I feel,
The shadow takes over.

I can't kill yet.
I'm drifting.
I finally get a chance
to kill and I can't do it
I need another therapy session.

My mask is slipping.
my dark passenger
loses control, becomes powerless,
and I lose it all.
If I had a heart,
It might be breaking.

Ahh, finally
no cliched darkness,
no cliched chill,
only what I craved.
The sweet release
of dopamine, as I die.



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urgh!!! too surreal, lets see stuff about it though, and I swear these are all quotes from a TV show, with some minor modifications (I removed 'I', added a comma, broke it up etc. Minor and cosmetic changes only) Ok the first stanza starts with a B, there are four lines the last three end with pain. The second one starts with a Blood in the first three, and the final line starts with a P. The next stanza is 5 lines, so is the next one. The final two are 6 lines each. Did I mention that I drew out the whole death thing dilabrately (yes there was no mention of dopamine that was my line). There was this quote in 'House' though, about why he cut himself so that it released endorphins and dopamine and some such.

Listen to 'Welcome Home', by Coheed and Cambria, then listen to Led Zep's Kashmir, the riffs sound so similar that I'm sure the coheed and cambria thing is the same as the kashmir riff with only the spacing between successive sounds being different. I would say this is one of the greatest tributes these guys could pay to Led Zep, well apart from stating the Led Zep is the greatest of course. I like the concept they have with their albums in Coheed and Cambria.

hmm.. these are some of the about me's I was hoping to find on Orkut but didn't and some that I did.

Surreal


Oh look at me everybody I like to reveal my entire character to total strangers.....not.
About the religion part:
I'm neither catholic nor agnostic.I'm not an atheist either.God and I are just taking a break from each other.


dirty football studs. rusty old guitar. time travel paradoxes. passive smoking. cold water showers. bad hair days. chicken burger. with extra cheese.... yeah!!!
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Little secrets, tremors... turned to quake...
The smallest oceans still get... big, big waves...




hmm... these are some of them, there were funny ones, cool ones etc. Don't feel like doing this now. Does it matter ?

In case some one was interested I think the 15th or the 14th one of the two was blog activism day. My sentiments on this were best expressed by CmdrTaco at slashdot, and thus I'm using his quote.

You can almost hear the sound of the vacuum created by bloggers thinking that their words matter when the people with control don't even know how to read the tubes. Lick a stamp or march- that's harder to ignore.