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silveradeptManaged to take a day off on my workload because I got ahead a bit. So I had a restful day today, thank you, and played on my little brother's PS2.
Tomorrow will resume normal operations. And now that I think about it, it's probably a good thing that I have my midterm mostly done - my evenings this week are basically booked, for some part of them, anyway.
Oh, well. At least I'm here, and not in some genetically-engineered suburbia. Especially if it's going to have magazines like this one, a glossy devoted to cosmetic surgery. Although, with technology like SoundBug, one could take the anarchistic lyrics of whatever's popular (or not) with you wherever you go. Especially if you have some ideas about Seizing the Media, which looks more and more necessary since journalism has become an artifice, rather than an endeavour. There's a simple demand with regards to media these days: We Want Your Soul.
The inhabitants of this place are the ones that don't realize who Invisible Jim is, and are mystified by the flying fowl play (psst - it's someone who's got a slingshot and a working knowledge of arc shooting. It's all they need.) They might read something like Tsunami: Oriental for "God's Wrath" and think it true.
As for the rest of us, we could use some integration of thought - moving away from thinking that choosing from two faces of the same agenda is a real choice.
Ay, I need a cup of tea. And for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greyweirdo to stop posting so much on subjects I like talking about. Of course, that'll goad him on to even more, but I'm going to be asleep while he's composing, and I think I'll get out of it better than he will because of it. He's done well, though - he puts on a convincing old-man shtick when it comes to vid gaming. Whomever that dear girl is, man, paddle her until she understands.
Tomorrow will resume normal operations. And now that I think about it, it's probably a good thing that I have my midterm mostly done - my evenings this week are basically booked, for some part of them, anyway.
Oh, well. At least I'm here, and not in some genetically-engineered suburbia. Especially if it's going to have magazines like this one, a glossy devoted to cosmetic surgery. Although, with technology like SoundBug, one could take the anarchistic lyrics of whatever's popular (or not) with you wherever you go. Especially if you have some ideas about Seizing the Media, which looks more and more necessary since journalism has become an artifice, rather than an endeavour. There's a simple demand with regards to media these days: We Want Your Soul.
The inhabitants of this place are the ones that don't realize who Invisible Jim is, and are mystified by the flying fowl play (psst - it's someone who's got a slingshot and a working knowledge of arc shooting. It's all they need.) They might read something like Tsunami: Oriental for "God's Wrath" and think it true.
As for the rest of us, we could use some integration of thought - moving away from thinking that choosing from two faces of the same agenda is a real choice.
Ay, I need a cup of tea. And for
greyweirdo to stop posting so much on subjects I like talking about. Of course, that'll goad him on to even more, but I'm going to be asleep while he's composing, and I think I'll get out of it better than he will because of it. He's done well, though - he puts on a convincing old-man shtick when it comes to vid gaming. Whomever that dear girl is, man, paddle her until she understands.
