trott's common sense

wits, where you grew up, and advertising.

Once again, I compare meerkat

People dicking around

The team fortress blog has a hilarious post on cheaters in the game.

Also scamp is doing an "ambient week". Some of the ideas are pretty cool.

bus slogan haiku generator.

to make one yourself click here.

SO There I was.(everyone loves reading lists.)

Sitting in my chair, typing up the "25 random things about me."

I thought it was cool, and nice, and pretty fun to do.

The next day I wake up and I see this.

>click for article.

SO it's a mystery now and everyone's been tagged at least once. Oh wow. There're even groups that protest against it. It's apparently a fad to be scorned at, an exemplary display of mindless trend-following sheep in action, a virulent, hateful, modern chain letter that serves no purpose but to use us as reproductive vessels. It's online cancer, spreading like that Australian bushfire, and not leaving any surviving koalas to share water with firemen.

That koala must be praying to the God of Bottled Water by now.

In any case. I've done mine. Where's yours?

highlights of the day

Discussed Lunar Calendar and gregorian Calendar with mom.

Looked at my old uni work and felt extremely embarrassed. Decided to work it up, spray-painting the old turds.

Started CV layout ideas.

Opened Illustrator on laptop for the first time in ages.

Checked out megamall and got depressed.

Had luncheon with wei wen.

played no more heroes.

Discovered ridiculous fanboy rants online.

Still can't sleep on time.

I'm home.

And nothing feels like home.

scott pilgrim volume 5.

Too ... busy... re-reading.

...I'm feeling gruntled.

I seldom express my opinions because nobody asks and therefore I assume nobody is interested. I'm saving everything for the day I'm interviewed by some Big Media Person where I get to divulge my inner most secrets and beliefs so that the Great Public can see how they inform what and why it is I do what I do. Which is not much. Yet. I don't get to say that and mean that until much later. Consider this seed sowing.

The reaping will come later. Before I die would do nicely. I hope.

So until then, my various worldviews and opinions will have to incubate and develop safely from prying eyes and nosy non-persons. For now.

Street Fighter.

Boredom takes over, so I started learning how to play Makoto in Third Strike. Good fucking lord. I don't know why.

I got pretty far, then Gouki showed up, and I got my ass handed to me on a platter.

Sigh.