Fifteen feet of pure white snow.

"Someday a real rain snow will come and wash all this scum off the streets." - Travis Bickle

Anywhere looks better after a snow fall. But particularly Leamington. Here's to a blank canvas.

: 24 Jan 2007 00:50 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Idiot Wind

Thigs are going pretty well so far this term. Plenty of gym, lots of learning, not much cash being spent and meeting lots of new, interesting people. Yay. The only looming threat is the job thing but that will be sorted.

I still have the propensity to act like a bit of a dick when drunk, sorry to anyone who I have offended through my oh so wacky antics.

: 18 Jan 2007 13:55 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Special Recommendations.

Ugly. Yes, it was ugly enough; but if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a response to the terrible frankness of that noise, a dim suspicion of there being a meaning in it which you – you so remote from the night of the first ages – could comprehend. And why not? The mind of man is capable of anything – because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valour, rage – who can tell? – but truth – truth stripped of its cloak of time. Let the fool gape and shudder – the man knows, and can look on without a wink. But he must at least be as much of a man as these on the shore. He must meet that truth with his own true stuff – with his own inborn strength. Principles? Principles won’t do. Acquisitions, clothes, pretty rags – rags that would fly off at the first good shake. No; you want a deliberate belief. An appeal to me in this fiendish row – is there? Very well; I hear; I admit, but I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced. Of course, a fool, what with sheer fright and fine sentiments, is always safe. Who’s that grunting? You wonder I didn’t go ashore for a howl and a dance? Well, no – I didn’t. Fine sentiments, you say? Fine sentiments be hanged!

J.C.

: 11 Jan 2007 01:46 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

What fresh Hell is this?

The Proposition is a very good movie and I strongly urge you to see it as soon as is convenient.

Other news:
Operation Pantheon is back on.

Tyr – Mild progress, but limited due to lack of access to a gym over the holidays.
Athena – Good progress. Job applications in progress.
Loki – Early stages of something big. Needs money and job to be secured.
Venus – Currently on hold.

Oh and Merry Christmas if you’re into that sort of thing.

: 26 Dec 2006 18:48 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Baby doll I recognize, you're a horrible thing inside

: 12 Dec 2006 23:36 |  Tags: Video |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

My old friend Lucifer came

You gave me nothing, it’s all I’ve got.

: 05 Dec 2006 16:01 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

This is the way the fucking world ends.

Every time I think I’m going to wake up back in the jungle.
When I was home after my first tour, it was worse.
I’d wake up and there’d be
nothing…
I hardly said a word to my wife until I said
yes
to a divorce.
When I was here
I wanted to be there.
When I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle.

I’ve been here a week now.
Waiting for a mission, getting softer.

Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker.

And every minute Charlie squats in the bush he gets stronger.

Each time I look around the walls move in a little tighter.

Everyone gets everything he wants.
I wanted a mission,
and for my sins they gave me one.

Brought it up to me like room service.

: 01 Dec 2006 02:07 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war

The fascination of the Abomination awakens from its great slumber.

The blood dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

WBY

: 25 Nov 2006 14:20 |  Comments (5) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

I died in Hell, (they called it Passchendaele)

708,000 lives. We remember.

At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
In the wild purple of the glow’ring sun,
Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud
The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one,
Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire.
The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed
With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear,
Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire.
Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,
They leave their trenches, going over the top,
While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists,
And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists,
Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop!

: 06 Oct 2006 12:19 |  Comments (1) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Timetable headache

The timetable website is officially rubbish, but I’m not going to whine about it any more.

: 20 Sep 2006 16:10 |  Comments (1) |  Close comments |  Report a problem