The Mediocre Work of a Geek

2004-12-31T23:44:00.000+13:00

Oh what would I do without wonderful pieces like this?

I've also noticed I've gotten all these red spots over the back of my neck, perhaps I've caught the plague. That would be pretty cool actually, turn up to see family for Christmas, shake everyones hands and when they ask what you got for Christmas you say the plague.

Chris, will you marry me?

Visit Banzai.

2004-12-31T18:33:00.000+13:00

As of 1 January 2005, I shall be following a life and society changing book - "This Diary Will Change Your Life 2005". And I shall be recording my progress in a new blog - This One - but don't come chasing after me if the bloody link doesn't work. OK?

2004-12-28T23:37:00.000+13:00

And People Say the World Is Unfair!

In a world where Bush is re-elected and Johnny Depp is 40+ years old, sometimes people look for a little chunk of fairness to look to. An island of How The World Should Be in a sea of How The World Is.

Unfortunately, that island is a small attol, and has been destroyed by a tsunami.

I believe I have strong proof of this. A rock solid example of how some people get all the luck.

Me. Look how lucky I am:

I do shit all work - I barely even make my own bed - yet I still get a $100+ a month student allowance to do it. Even when I'm not at school.

I don't study either. I show up to most of my classes and do as little as possible. And I pass everything, usually better than the people who do study.
And no, I am not screwing the teachers.

I live off potato chips, orange juice and vanilla ice cream. I never start the day with a healthy, metabolism-boosting breakfast, and the most exercise I do is walking to the bus stop. And that's not even an every-day thing. I don't gain weight - in fact I lose weight - and I'm on the light side of healthy. I do not have an eating disorder.

My parents buy me everything - clothes, school books, everything - even though I am well old enough to move out and look after myself. Not that I ever plan to do my own ironing.

There is never a party that I'm not invited to.

And I never get a hangover.

Note to self: Do not do cheesy Thanksgiving-style reflection in future.

2004-12-28T22:55:00.000+13:00

On My Crimes Against Humanity:

I admit to breaking the following rules of written language, which is the cornerstone of civilisation.

Not capitalising the first letters of sentences.

Not capitalising the I in "I".

Using "4" instead of "for", etc.

Overusing sarcasm and irony.

Using listing instead of full sentences. Oh, screw it.

Note: I broke most of these rules when I started this blog, when I was a high school junior, two years ago, and trying to be all moody and teenage.

2004-12-27T01:03:00.000+13:00

And Finally, Everything Is Right With The World

[ Refer to post of 3 Feb, 2004 ]

Remember how, ages ago, I auditioned for a part in a youth theatre company, and didn't get in? In fact, I was busted right down for being too uptight. Well I sure showed the auditioner where to put it.

A few months ago I was invited to join an even more exclusive company. INVITED. Yeah, shove lower youth, I was in with the Big Guys. I didn't even audition. And guess who was the leader of this group? The auditioner of the first group. HAH! The head of the drama school asked if I would join, going right over the Hideous Cow's head.

But this silver lining had a cloud - the other students in the group were Right Little Bastards. They smoked and drank before a rehersal, now come on, that's just not right. Yes, they were capable, talented even, but boy were they ratty if you told them they smelt like a house fire. We never got anything done, but I was only with them for a term anyway.

The Right Little Bastards would sit around bitching about how their cars were rust buckets, and talking to God about oral sex, while the Hideous Cow would kindly ask them to next time, please, maybe, please, wear something a little more, um, suitable, than a, erm, mini skirt and bikini top to the studio.

I'm not going to re-audition in 2005.

2004-12-26T20:41:00.000+13:00

"I was given Christmas socks for my birthday", and other Bad Gifts

My birthday is a week before December 25. I know that I can't complain too much about getting birthday gifts wrapped in Christmas paper (even though it is still very bad manners), or even recieving Christmas cards before my birthday (although, again, it is rude to a Christmas Baby to overwhelm them with Christmas cheer on their birthday). But I draw the line at Christmas-themed gifts. You know - novelty Santa socks, mugs, hats. In fact, I draw the line at themed gifts for any occasion. They're only useful characteristic is irony.
So I've made a list of some of the shittiest gifts I've gotten since I started high school:

- Hand cream for dry hands. I don't have dry hands.

- Musk scented deodorant. I hate musk. I don't smell. I was given this by a friend. I can only hope she mixed me up with someone else and gave me the wrong gift.

- A cheap picture frame with seahorses on it. Not only was it very tacky, but I hate most sealife (including seahorses).

- A spoon.

- A $2 figurine from a discount store of the most ugly rat in a trash can. When the person gave it to me, she nudged me and said "Remember that day?! Heh." I don't remember that day.

- An Easter egg. On Christmas Day.

- Hundreds of cheap cat-themed calenders. Because I have a cat.

- Floating candles. From my 'best friend', who knows that I'm petrified that candles will burn down my house.

- A huge citronella candle to repell mosquitoes. I am never bitten by mosquitoes, I don't know why, but it has nothing to do with huge citronella candles. (Also see above.)

- A hip hop compilation album.

Listing is probably the easiest way to make a short post look way longer than it is. Try it, fellow bloggers, let's make it fashionable.

2004-12-16T20:36:00.000+13:00

Ever wondered what would happen if you gave your cat drugs?

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/kittycat.php

Ode To An Irishman

Mister Incredible
I find you oh so edible.
Black hair, green eyes -
Only your temper do I despise.
But OH does your style cramp,
you naughty little Irish scamp,
When you're sober, in the cold light of day.

You had a girlfriend once - she died
If it weren't for the bottle, you'd've cried.
We tallied your drinks
Near a thousand it brinks.
So we called the ambulance,
But this was your stance -
If it moves, it you abused, so the doctors said "eff off , Mr Incredible."

Personality and drink
Matter not, I do think
Now about your present squeeze –
Her name, could you tell us please?
For to hunt her down
And watch her drown
Would be awfully fun … but not for her, obviously.

(I wrote that myself, so shut up)
For it to make sense, follow these links:
Dylan Moran
Black Books - note: Bernard

2004-11-30T21:24:00.000+13:00

No, I haven't joined a cult or, worse, disconnected myself from the internet, I just haven't been posting.

There's a reason I haven't been blogging - I hate the new Blogger. I truely do. I want to be able to refer to past posts without all this frigging around.
"But Mog, it's easier to use!" - fuck off you fool, don't you realise that only really stupid people didn't know how to use the old Blogger format? And if you're really that dumb, should you really have a blog in the first place?

Anyway, I was reminded of this site when I was clearing out my Favourites just now...
If you're anything like me, you use the Favourites folder for every site you might ever use again. And once a month you have to go through it because you realise that, for some reason, you don't want to revisit a site on non-alcoholic beverages.
Well, while doing my November clear-out, I re-discovered (as I do) this guy's blog - http://banzaiwolf.blogspot.com/, and read the following classic line:

And just so you know, it's really hard to take a leak when you can hear your
nextdoor neighbours having sex.

Other odd things found in my Favourites included:
Bin Laden Liquors
End of World
Jesus Dress Up!
The Real Hussein
The Hole - Actually, I still find this one quite entertaining ... small things for small minds ...
Schnoogle - I must have bookmarked this when I was feeling ultra-lame, because this site is everything I hate.
Nutters Say Fridge
Judaism 101
Church Sign Generator
Bomb Saddam!

I feel like I've been really mean to Saddam Hussein, but I'm not totally sure why ...

2004-10-17T18:41:00.000+13:00

Does anyone else realise that it's about a year since I actually wrote a proper post?
Do you know why?
I don't know for sure. But I think it has something to do with boys.
Yes, boys. Can't live with them, won't live without them.
No, I haven't suddenly become the town bicycle (everyone gets a ride ...), and guys haven't suddenly realised how stunningly beautiful I am. Sadly, these are not the reasons.
I've been talking to more people on MSN (well, actually Trillian, because MSN sucks), and the two main people just happen to be guys in my class.
And one of them happens to be very nice. And kinda hot.
Anyway, that's my excuse.
I might be back ...

PS. Look at all this fancy new shit that's been added to Blogger while I was gone!

2004-06-18T22:33:00.000+12:00

I am very very ashamed. I haven't posted since ... oh, um, late May. And as far as I remember that was also a post appologising for a post drought - but as we all should know, my memory isn't up to much.
I'll just catch up with the latest news (as an excuse to 1.) say SOMETHING, 2.) give an excuse for no posting):

My best friend and I got in a huge amount of trouble involving an unfortunate combination of a Saturday night, mother's gin and parental-party-crashing. Of course I can't remember it, as I was unconcious on the floor at the time. I woke up at 4am in the recovery position feeling very confused and suffering from strange flashbacks. What actually happened? I sure as hell can't remember anything that I'm going to repeat to an audience.

I just finished a killer research project for English. Who the hell wants to read 5000 words on the language of advertising anyway? Now that that's out of the way, I'm busy pretending to be busy, while I'm actually frittering away my time playing Freecell.

And now music shall ensue. No, not right now - maybe a few weeks when everything's sorted out. I finally have a band - and an interesting one at that. I don't know a bassist, so I've got a cellist instead. A rather novel idea, I think. Anyway, every good rock band has a bass of one sort or the other. We are currently sorting out some "creative differences" between band members, which amount to, in essence rock vs pop rock. Karen and I would rather slit our wrists and bleed on my mother's cream carpet than play pop-rock, but we have the upper hand - we are NEEDED in a band (Karen - electric guitar, can provide equipment; me - drums, garage to reherse in).

Yurgh, I'm sick of this. I'm leaving.

PS. Go to boredatwork.com. It's entertainment. Almost as good as Freecell.

2004-05-22T20:39:00.000+12:00

Sorry for the lack of posts of recent times. I always forget. Anyway, here's just a little conversation I just had with my mother:

Mother: Oh, and can you tell me how to get rid of these things ...
Me: What things? [ we are sitting in the living room at the time ]
Her: Those thingys about ink cartidges that pop up ... something about being indredulous ...
Me: What?
Her: You know, on the email. My email. Internet Explorer.
Me: You mean Outlook Express?
Her: Yeah, the Internet. Anyways, there's these thingies that come up when I'm in my Internet -
Me: - INBOX?
Her: Yes.
Me: So, wait, you're getting messages in your inbox? Spam?
Her: No, not spam. Pop-up ads.
Me: Where do they pop up?
Her: In the place the emails come. It says 'recieving new message', then this thing about incredulous ink cartidges come up.
Me: That's an advertisement.
Her: No it's a webpage. It has pictures. My emails only have words, but this one had pictures.
Me: No, it's still an email.
Her: Michael [ my father ] - come and tell your daughter that it's a webpage. [ pointing meaninglessly in front of her ]
Father: What is? No, that's a television.

Obviously menopausal women and computers don't mix as well as one would expect. After all, they are both tempermental, prone to overheating, and easily replaced with a newer model.

2004-04-18T22:42:00.000+12:00

Preachers, And Why They Are The Scum Of The Earth

The "Holier Than Thou" attitude is spreading. It's not just the religious anymore, although don't get me wrong, the Christians are getting more obnoxious.

Listening to talkback, 9 - 12, Sunday night on Channel Z, this chick calls up with the word of Straight Edge. Not only does she not know the roots of her philosophy (Mormon, by the way, not Punk Rock), but she only had one way to justify her dissing everyone else.

But I shall leave it no longer - here is my long-awaited bitch on Christians.

Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against Christianity, I just don't like Christians. The day I like the Christian church is the day that they:
- accept homosexual marriages, and embrace the gay/lesbian/bi-sexual/transexual community.
- stop harrassing me when I'm minding my own business, and stop sending misonaries overseas. These people need food, water and healthcare, they don't need religion.
- stop using the Bible as a defence for your behaviour. Remember, the Bible also says you can't touch a menstruating woman, but we don't think that anymore, do we?

So I'm sitting down at the bus depo, waiting for the 5.10pm, minding my own business, writing a letter to a friend of mine. All of a sudden this pair of bulky polynesians come up to me. "Hi" one says "Have you heard the word of Jesus?"

And this other time, I'm in Science, again, minding my own business. I just happen to be writing a letter, again, to a friend (as you do, in Science), discussing Queer Eye For The Straight Guy, when my friend leans over, reads what I've written, and screams "YOU! YOU! YOU HEATHEN! How dare you agree with those those those HOMOSEXUALS!! You and all their kind shall go to hell!"

The other day I was sitting around watching TV, when on comes an ad. The slogan "Jesus Loves You" flashes up, along with the number "0508 4MERCY"

The above are just a few of times this month that I have been harrassed and offended by the Christian church. Just last week a friend of mine walked out of The Passion Of The Christ because she found it repulsive. I haven't even been - I'm not paying anyone (Mel Gibson) money to watch anti-Jew propoganda. I'm not Jewish, but I would be if I could still eat bacon. (Personally, I don't see why God wants pig farmers to go out of business, but it made sense at the time, so I suppose it still makes sense.)

A man without religion is like a fish without a bicycle.

Not everyone needs a religion to have morals.

Offended? Agree? Email me

2004-04-11T22:22:00.000+12:00

A girl like me needs a special kind of man - a good one. So, without further ado, here is

Things a perfect man would need to be:

Inspector Fred Abberline (Johnny Depp) in From Hell (2001)
- very relaxed (thanks to an addiction to opium)
- sensitive
- Johnny Depp

Mitzi (Hugo Weaving) in The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (1994)
- sensitive, new-age
- slightly gay

Neo (Keanu Reeves) in The Matrix (1999)
- gifted
- geeky
- intelligent
- left-handed
- Keanu Reeves

Marty McFly (Michael J. Fox) in Back To The Future (1985)
- sweet
- treats his girlfriend nicely
- has a wacky scientist as a friend, and just happens to get into adventures
- Michael J. Fox

Lee in the book Tomorrow, When The War Began by John Marsden
- a musician
- romantic
- exotic
- insistent
- caring
- (has the added bonus of looking however the reader likes, something which real men don't come with the option of)

[ May be updated later, but I make no promises. ]

2004-04-10T20:42:00.000+12:00

I'm left-handed, so what?

The following is a list of things I can do, because of, or despite of, my left hand.

- write without smudging the ink.
- opperate a light switch located to my right.
- button/unbutton my button-fly jeans with one hand.
- open doors with hinges on the right side, including fridge doors.
- play softball using a right-hand mitt.
- knit how my (right-handed) Nana taught me.
- open jars, unscrew screws and 'click' Bic ballpoint pens. (Yes, they are all right-handed)
- write in 'mirror writing' perfectly.
- write upside-down, neatly and quickly.
- I have never had to practice to get my hands/arms of equal strength. Especially handy for piano and drums (both of which I play).
- mock right-handeds who only pick things up with their right hand.
- tell you if any person is left- / right - handed, or ambidextrous. Anyone I have ever seen write.
- write on a white/black board.
- use an ordinary, run-of-the-mill can-opener.
- drive a person insane simply by sitting on their right in classes.

Yes. Let's all point and laugh at the poor left-hander.

I'm not about to apply for a disability pension, so don't treat me like an invalid.

[ RIGHT-HANDEDS' REVENGE: left-handed people die an average of 9 years earlier. ]

2004-04-06T19:24:00.000+12:00

5 Most Tasteless Links To Provide On The Aniversary Of Kurt Cobain's Death

- Photograph of the crime scene

- Photograph of his blown up head

- His suicide note

- The translation of his suicide note, just in case you can't read the original.

- A copy of his death certificate

The fact these things are on the internet is revolting to start with - how disrespectful are we?

[ For those who don't know, Cobain was the lead singer of Nirvana, who died in 1994. Whether it was suicide or murder, the hardcore fans are still discussing. Evidence points to suicide. ]

2004-04-05T19:00:00.000+12:00

On my post of Wed Mar 10

Oh the oddness of it all. I've had many requests to review sites in the past few weeks, yet the authors of these pages seem to ignore the fact I'm 15 (younger than the authors of ALL pages submitted). At school if I did this, no one would take me seriously because, well, I'm 15 and don't look like I should know what I'm talking about. Also, my ideas on web design are unconventional, to say the least. Most professional web-designers have the idea that more IS more, whereas I always say much the opposite. Is there irony?
Sure is.

Consider this: I review your page for a bit of a hobby, and think of it a little as community service. You take my suggestions seriously, despite the fact no one in 'real life' would. Who is Queen of the Internet?
You may bow before me.

2004-04-05T18:50:00.000+12:00

Bic Runga thinks NZ is a racist country. Read more. And then read this.

2004-03-10T21:50:00.000+13:00

Not sure your webpage is any good? Get me to read it!

In my never-ending quest to better the 'net, I am offering my services as a webpage consultant. Send me your URL, and I will look over your work. A short review will be sent back in an email ASAP.

Disclaimer: All pages submitted for review are eligible for public review, with URL, website name and content posted on this site. All reviews will be solely the opinion of the author of this page, and no correspondence will be entered in to.
If you wish any content about your site to be REMOVED from "The Mediocre Work of a Geek", then email me with a formal request of removal.
Also note that not all, if any, sites will get formal recognition on this site. Bribes will not be accepted, but please note the author likes chocolate.

Still want me to take a look? Email me the URL and I'll take it from there.

2004-03-02T20:13:00.000+13:00

Eleven Oscars My Arse. I Still Don't Like Lord Of The Rings.

Its not New Zealand's achievement - its their achievement. Would the NZ media PLEASE understand that?! I didn't write the script, I didn't glue a beard to Gandalf's face, and I wasn't an extra. I'm still a New Zealander, aren't I?

2004-02-25T20:25:00.000+13:00

I Smell Racism

New Zealand and race relations do not seem to mix - no matter what it seems to other countries. There is still a mighty divide between 'New Zealand Europeans' and everyone else. There are significant differences between health, education and employment statistics for New Zealanders, and therefore 'target groups' get special funding. Its not white middle class New Zealanders who die of smoking- and/or obesity-related illnesses. As a white middle class New Zealand student, I still don't understand why my Polynesian and Maori peers should get special funding and scholarships based solely on their ethnicity.

What makes Maori and Pacific Islanders so special? Is it because they repeatedly fail in the educational system where white middle class children excell? Is it because they and their families are due to die several years earlier than their NZ European counterparts because of their lifestyle-related illnesses?

Is it simply because they are in the minority?
And here I was thinking that New Zealand treated all people equally, regardless of colour, race, religion, gender, sexuality and education levels. Clearly not.

Ignoring the next obvious subject of homosexual marriage, I will continue to argue my ( and that of all NZ Europeans ) case.
I am a high-achieving highly educated white adolescent female. I was born in New Zealand, and both my parents are legally allowed to live, work and breed in this country.
Why then, does a low- to average-achieving Maori or Polynesian get a scholarship to a university, when I have to pay full fees?
Will I somehow manage to earn more money once I am qualified, so that I can pay back my student loan of $25 000+ faster than someone with the exact same training, and presumably the same enthusiam to work?
Yes, I know this all may seem a little racist in itself.
After all, even I can see the hint of irony in an article about racism containing implied ( or otherwise ) racist opinions.
But this is how my 'politically correct' country has trained me to be.

Things to back me up:
NZ ethnicity figures 1991/96
Maori and Pacific Islanders leaving with no secondary school qualifications

2004-02-24T21:20:00.000+13:00

Oh frick.
I haven't been updating (or checking my inbox) for quite some time.
Take this as my appology.

It's not my fault thought. Its Valentine's Day. It always brings me down. How can I be cheery when my friend is semi-dating some tall guy with a delightful English accent who's brother is someone quite famous ... I can't say who, but I can provide this *cough* link *cough*
I never said a thing.

I have something I've been meaning to do for a while:

How do I get visitors to my blog?
I get asked this more often than one may think, so here is my
OFFICIAL BLOGGING GUIDE:

Follow this and you'll get a readership within a month.* Guaranteed.
* Two months, tops.

1.) Get a good URL.
( The URL is the thing you type in the little box to get you places on the WWW. Dur. )

2.) Devise an interesting title.
It doesn't need to be genius ( mine certainly isn't ), but for the love of God make it enticing. A combination of 'ramblings', 'writings' and/or 'scribblings' is a common but wise choice for first-time bloggers.
A title tells prospective readers of the quality of your writing. Spending time creating a suitable title is a good idea, as you don't want to change the title too often - this will confuse readers.

3.) Update your sidebar.
I don't care if you have just gotten the blog, surely there is SOMETHING you can link to?! Google is a good one - not only is Google the best search engine in the universe, but its a good sidebar-filler. Other recommendations are to visit bored.com and pick up something from there.
Even the biggest thick-arse can learn to alter the sidebar. Don't use ignorance as an excuse.

4.) Stick to text-only.
Nobody with half a mind wants to see pictures everywhere. Stick to a simple layout. No smilies, music, fancy backgrounds, etc etc ...

5.) Spelling, punctuation and grammar.
You've been to primary school. If you learnt anything, please God may it be spelling, punctuation and grammar.
You heard me. Use capital letters where they're needed. Full sentences have a full stop at the end, and a capital letter at the beginning. Similarly, 'I' as in 'me', as in 'I am', is a CAPITAL. Proper nouns ( names of people, places ... ) have capitals, eg. Susan, Paris, Mt Everest...
Using proper writing conventions helps people read your writing. No one sticks around if they can't decifer what you are trying to say.

6.) Publicising is the key.
People can't read your writing if they can't find you. Submit your site to as many blog search engines as possible, using the best combination of keywords/descriptions as possible.
Be honest. Don't say your site is funny if its not, and don't say you're a 19yr-old schoolgirl if you're a fat bald truck driver.

Follow these six easy steps, any you should be well on your way to blogging success. ( Note: I hold no responsibility if these do not work. Perhaps you are just not good at writing. )

2004-02-14T23:54:00.000+13:00

My Top 3 Movies, and Why They Are So Great

Big Fish - Directed by Tim Burton
A Superb film, if ever I saw one. The tall tales and fantastical characters make this a lovely fantasy film you've simply got to love. If I had one complaint, it would be that the narration at the begining and end is a little cheesy.

Links and references:
Big Fish
Tim Burton

The Matrix - Directed by Andy and Larry Wachowski
Note: This is only the FIRST Matrix movie. The other two were a waste of time and money.
Full of religious, media and historical allusions, teamed with fighting and a hint of a love story, this is film made on two levels. The first is simply the superficial story, with a bit of action, a bit of romance and a hovercraft. The second is a more interesting idea, filled with deep and meaningful themes and references.

Links and references:
The Matrix
Andy and Larry Wachowski
Matrix Essays

Blow - Directed by Ted Demme
I just found out the director's dead. Just to top it off, the cardiac arrest is suspected to be related to cocaine useage.
Blow is based on the true story of George Jung, a drug smuggler who brought cocaine to the US. Its a heavy drama, with little humour. It does have a bit of gun-related fighting, which is about as much as could be expected.

Links and references:
Blow
BBC: Blow director Demme dies

2004-02-11T21:35:00.000+13:00

I STRONGLY recommend this fantastic blog. A little dark and whingy sometimes, but it adds to the charm.

http://banzaiwolf.blogspot.com

Take the link. You will not be disappointed.

2004-02-11T20:47:00.000+13:00

After much procrastination, today is the offical day of updated-side-bars.

The first is a New Zealand girl's blog: http://clarabellabina.blogspot.com
Although, I admit, it has smilies, I can condone them, as New Zealanders should advertise their writings more. A very read-able blog. ( If the John Lennon obsession / fettish scares you, wait until you read the posts ... )

The next link, I shall give its own special post.

2004-02-08T00:11:00.000+13:00

Graphics Was Where The Web Went Wrong

For those of you still burdened with a 56K modem, you will understand my anger at sites who use the < blink > tag, elaborate backgrounds, images, flash movies, etc.

If Tim Berners-Lee was dead, he'd be turning in his grave. Unfortunately, he's not dead, and has had to see his idea go to the dogs.

I blame Netscape (just because everyone else does, I dont actually know much about it).

I agree with Berners-Lee that the Web should have been kept purely text-based. Although I recognise that pictures, video, etc are fun, informative and the next logical step in Web-based publication, I don't have to like it.

Making the web easy to use was where they went wrong. I believe the internet should be a purely geek-only medium. Instant messaging is fun, but some people were simply not meant to use a computer. If you have visited a site on fashion/beauty, and its not porn, then you should have your computer confiscated. You are the reason Tech Support people go insane.

[ Come back later. I will finish this in a few days. ]

Resources and background information:
How The Web Was Born
CERN - The WWW
CERN - The Web and the Internet
CERN - History of the WWW
CERN - How the Web Works
Tim Berners-Lee

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