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Utter Shite
20:14 May 29 2007
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I had intended to write something else in this entry but while I was going image searches to go with it I came across something that was more journal suited.







Does anyone understand this shit? A while ago I was given an underground "illegal" publication. I forget what it was called but it was full of really shitty comic art like this and the subject matter was overly offensive. I usually don’t have a problem with offensive material but the book I was given was offensive simply to be offensive. It was packed with weird sex and abuse and torture all the way through and it only existed for the sake of rising trouble, none of the incidents depicted had any plot significance or any cultural references. It was just bullshit simply for the sake of putting it out there. And I read on the inside cover that all the work was done by this amazingly talented guy named whatever his name was and that he was an inspiration to underground punk magazines everywhere etc....



All I could think at the time was, this is shit, this is really shit and there are no redeeming qualities to this shit at all.



This comic is similar in style and level of comprehension but not in content to the book I had.

Someone explain this to me, I'm lost, I really really am.

Dumbasses
21:03 May 28 2007
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I sent the following message to someone that is playing out the whole mess with your ex thing on Vr :

"If you are just here to mess with other members then I suggest you leave. You are being watched by the administration and if you set one toe out of line you will be suspended and every trace of you will be removed from this site.



You have been warned. I'm not interested in hearing your side of the situation, the only thing I am interested in is nipping this in the bud, so like I said, if you are only here to cause trouble move on and leave.

20:53 May 27 2007
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I was watching Jaws last night, and today, and there is one thing i noticed that i found amusing.



The scene after the guy gets his let bitten off and the guys kid goes into shock, when they are in the hospital the mayor is in the hospital and he is smoking. And not only is he smoking he is smoking in the presence of the chief of police and nobody says a thing....ahhhh teh 70s such an innocent time, lol.

06:35 May 26 2007
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Just got back from seeing 28 weeks later again. On the way there I saw some graffiti that said,

"lol"



So now graffiti has evolved enough to include internet lingo, what’s next? I mean we already have dirty jokes, phone numbers and who was here's. I cant think of anywhere for it to go now that it has taken internet lingo, maybe they will start to graffiti in short hand.





Second thing I want to say is as we were going in there was a really long line which we stood at the back of for a few seconds before being told we could just walk past it as it was for something else.



So as I was walking past the line I did a little "wah hahahaaa" evil laugh thing. And as I finished doing that flannery turns to look at me and asks,



Did you just do an evil laugh?



And I said I had and it turns out she had done the very same thing on being told we could skip the line.



Spooky.

Tv ads that bother me.
19:20 May 25 2007
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There are several ads on tv at the moment that just rub me the wrong way.



On the top of this list is the ad for TGIF. What annoys me is that not long ago they released this advert with a male narrator. And in the ad he was talking about getting a salad that tasted so good he forgot he was eating a salad, that makes sense, salads aren’t guy food. It talks about having a long lunch hour and getting no new messages from work, and while it says that it shows two men on a golf course. Then it talks about a jack daniels sauce to pick them up. And somewhere in there it mentions a seventh inning stretch.



Now. All that is ok with me, men like gold and baseball and whiskey.



Where my problem starts is just recently they have started to run the exact same advert with a woman doing the voice over. Again, I’d have no problem with that IF ONLY THEY WOULD CHANGE THE SCRIPT. It is the exact same ad, exact same script and exact same everything. So now there is a woman talking about not liking salads, liking baseball and having long lunches at the golf course. Now the woman talking about going to TGIF sounds like a dyke, and to ad to that she has a really gruff manly voice.



I can imagine some big fat executive talking to the little weasel from marketing.

"Johnson this ad is terrific, its really boosted sales."



"Actually sir our polls show that lesbians aged 35-60 are responding negatively to the ad."



"Dear holy Christian lord of Christ. We had better do something, i am bringing the new wife and brats to aspen this week."



"Well sir me and the boys from marketing just whipped this together, i think it shows a very powerful dynamic."



Advert plays



"You marketing guys are geniuses, we'll run it 50 times an hour on every channel. And we will run it twice as much on any channel that Daire Lynch chappy is watching."







The second ad that bothers me is that Yaz ad.



A group of yuppie women sitting around talking in a way that no woman on earth would talk like. They sound like they are reading the back of the medication packet. Its such a poorly made advert with poorly written dialogue. It was intended to sound like a group of friends sitting around and chatting, instead it sounds like a bunch of brain dead idiots sitting there and reading medication packaging. Its not casual, its not friendly. Its retarded.



Lastly i am combining two ads together. Mostly because they are basically the same ad.



In one ad there is an elderly man, in his early 60's riding a motor bike down a big long straight road. He is obviously living his dreams of life on the open road. And at the end of the ad you find out its an ad for a new brand of motor bike.



The second ad shows the same basic thing. An elderly man, again early 60's riding a motor bike. This time however half way through the ad it zooms in on his crotch and a voice over starts talking about these new "Sanitation pads for men".



Its a fucking maxi-pad ad for men. It tells us how it helps control wetness with its super absorbency and it has odor control.



It shows the old man getting off his bike and greeting his grand kids and smiling at a big family reunion, little do they know though that he pissed himself on the ride over there but luckily he was wearing his pads.



Shudder.

I was just...
21:25 May 23 2007
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Doing a little here and there internet surfing and i came across these too things that just made me pause and go WTF.







I forget exactly what it was that i was looking for but i do remember i was just clicking links here and there just to see where it would lead me. Sometimes it pays off and you find an interesting site youd have never found otherwise. Sometimes it gives you these.

Boo hoo
02:50 May 21 2007
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I still get choked up at the last scene in "The Iron Giant" when he flies into space and crashes into the nuclear (pronounced new-clear) weapon. Films with self sacrifice really get to me and this one, even though its animated gets to me more then most. Its such a noble act.



And i always choke up the most when he looks at the bomb comming at him and says "Superman" then closes his eyes. I even got choked up just thinking about it as i typed this.

fokin typos
17:29 May 19 2007
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are fixed.

I dont understand how portfolios are so hard to understand
18:10 May 17 2007
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On 17:57:36 May 17 2007 Daire wrote:



There are no images in your portfolio. Once you upload some let me know and i will lift the suspension.



On 17:59:30 May 17 2007 drivehard wrote:



i dont have one of me can i use one that i have down loaded as long as it is not affending to some one



On 17:59:55 May 17 2007 Daire wrote:



Well if you dont have any images to display why do you want a portfolio?



On 18:01:27 May 17 2007 drivehard wrote:



i found some wicked pics and wanted to share i just put one there if you would like to see it



On 18:04:17 May 17 2007 Daire wrote:



"Wicked Pics" are not considered portfolio material. Read the guidelines before posting images to your portfolio. If you have any that meet the requirements of the portfolio, i.e if any of them are your own work then let me know and i will us-suspend your portfolio.





I just want to add that this member was very helpful in removing images i told him were not allowed, just so you dont get the idea he was a pain in the ass.

Email from home.
17:56 May 17 2007
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Extract from A topographical Dictionary of Ireland by Samuel Lewis, 1837.

DUNBOYNE, a parish and village, (formerly an incorporated town), in the barony of DUNBOYNE, county of MEATH, and province of LEINSTER, on the road from Dublin to Navan; containing, with the post-town of Clonee, 2419 inhabitants, of which number, 470 are in the village. This place, which is on the confines of the county of Dublin, appears to have been an ancient borough. In the reign of Henry VI., a writ was issued, dated July 28th, 1423, ordering "the Provost and Commonalty of the town of Dunboyne to be at Trim with all their power for its defence." The town was burnt down in the disturbances of 1798; the present village contains 82 houses. The manufacture of straw hats is carried on here, and in the neighbourhood; and a fair, chiefly for horses and cattle, is held on July 9th, and is much frequented by the Dublin dealers. The parish is principally grazing land; there are about 50 acres of common, and a bog of about 40 acres, called the " Moor of Meath." The gentlemen's seats are Wood Park, that of the Rev. J. Auchinleck; Roosk, of -- Wilson, Esq.; Ballymacall, of H. Hamilton, Esq.; Hammond, of C. Hamilton, Esq.; Court Hill, of H. Greene, Esq.; Sterling, of 11. Barker, Esq.; Norman's Grove, of J. Shanley, Esq.; and Priestown, of the Rev. J. Butler. The living is a vicarage, in the diocese of Meath, united in 1400 to the chapelry of Kilbride, and in the patronage of the Crown; the rectory is impropriate in Miss E. Hamilton. The tithes amount to £835. 7. 8., of which £535. 7. 8. is payable to the impropriator and £300 to the vicar; and the tithes of the union to £347. 19. The glebe-house was built by aid of a gift of £300, and a loan of £500 from the late Board of First Fruits, in 1.814; the glebe comprises three acres, subject to a rent of £3 per acre. The church is an ancient edifice, for the repair of which the Ecclesiastical Commissioners have recently granted £159. The R. C. union is co-extensive with that of the Established Church, and in each parish is a chapel. About 40 children are taught in the public schools of the parish; and there are two private schools, in which are about 120 children. A dispensary is supported in the village, and adjoining it are some remains of an ancient castle, which gives the title of Baron of Dunboyne to the family of Butler

Best thing about photography class.
21:24 May 15 2007
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Class starts: 13:05



Class ends: 13:20



:)

Doggy stuff.
04:34 May 11 2007
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Today i was thinking about how fast crowley was growing.



And he has almost doubled in size in 5 weeks.



Bullshit i hear you say, well fuck you asshole i have visual proof.



Vs.



First image was taken 30-03-07. Second was taken tonight, 10-05-07.



He has gained about 20lbs if not more.





As i was getting ready to take tonights photo the dogs were playing and i turned around and i was greated with the image of:

Crowley sitting on his big brther Jonesey.



AND......



I was looking around and i also came across this photo, my dog Katz as a puppy. He was about 4-5 weeks old in this photo, maybe younger, i cant exactly remember.

No class in class.
07:21 May 09 2007
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Today was project handing up day. Below are the two images I handed up. The first one I didn’t have the finished version with me at the moment so I had to put it together really fast, so the quality isn’t the best, Second image is pretty close to what I handed up.





















After I handed up my stuff and we had out little look see at everyone’s work the teacher (Who is a very nice woman by the way) was saying how most people didn’t seem to understand the idea behind the zoning system. Well seeing as how I understood it I sort of drifted off. I found the little web-cam thingy on my mac and I took me a few photos. Well, 3. 1 of the board and 2 of myself. I was going to play with some special FX but class ended too soon.



So here they is.





















And so that is what I look at while I’m not really paying attention in class, and that’s also what I look like while looking at stuff. Oh I’m so vain.

Houston
02:50 May 06 2007
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The ball has landed. I repeat, the ball has landed.



Crowley now has two testicles. Hurrah.

Last nightage
05:04 May 05 2007
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Last night me and flan went to see the midnight showing of Spider-man 3. I enjoyed it. Its a little long winded in places and its a little corny, but over all I enjoyed it. Visually it is very snazzy, story wise its nothing to brag about but like I said visually its impressive, the fx on the sandman are really well done.



Also today me and flannery and her dad were in target and this a cute little blonde walked by, She was giving us the eyes and she was wearing a cute little outfit. Pink top, pink bottoms and squeaky shoes. She was close to a year old not much older when she waddled past us. She was looking pretty grumpy until she started waving at us. She waved hello, then waved good bye then waddled away again. We were standing there saying how cute she was when we hear:

Squeak squeak squeak



We look around and she is standing in the same place and waving again. She waved hello, then goodbye then squeaked away.



As we stood there laughing we hear,



Squeak squeak squeak



She had returned.



After she left that time i watched her walk away through some metal grating and sure enough she got half way to her mother and turned around and came back. As i watched she reached the isle behind the one we were standing in and she stopped and waved down the isle. She waved for about 5 seconds before realizing we weren’t there and she moved on to the next isle, where we were standing, and then she squeaked and waved all over again.

Return of the topic that time forgot.
02:05 May 02 2007
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Well I know early on I used to fill my journal with tales of mystery, adventure and observation from the world of the 70 bus from Dunboyne to Dublin. Well now I have a new saga to tell.



So gather round all ye who wish to hear the tales of the Everett Transit and Community Transit bus routes.



I have had several experiences on these chariots of the common man, some of which would make interesting journal entries. Many is the time I have found myself sitting there, trying to avoid making eye contact with the wild haired and yellow toothed demon of the car pool lane, the transit system crazy.



At home when you take the bus you are surrounded by women in smart casual business suits and swimming in perfume. Downtrodden middle management types, a briefcase held in a white knuckled grasp of the desperate and a look of grim determination, with a glint of knowing mortality. Chattering school girls and grumbling, farting school boys. Oh sure, you get the occasional knacker or scuzzy scanger but for the most part you could sit back and stare out the window.



Here however you share your commute with large fleshy women, wrapped in neon lycra, the stains of a thousand cigarettes and T.V dinners decorating their shirt, their fingers and their faces. Often, you are forced to sit next to the struggling native, her face a road map of wrinkles all converging on the toothless and gaping mouth.



And still you look around, as if the horrors already confronting you are not enough, your brain drives you onwards, maybe somewhere you can find some common ground with another traveler of the highways. Your eyes scan past the lone Mexican, slumped in the corner, his eyes cast down, his wispy little mustache hanging on for dear life as he tugs at his face and sneezes into the air. Past the woman who’s glasses magnify her eyes ten fold, her skin hanging loose around her jaw as it moves manically, both up and down and side to side almost as if she is determined to eat her own face and the laws of anatomy be damned.



Still your eyes struggle on, past the bearded man hunched in the corner, rocking back and forth, his grubby hands clenched around the stack of religious leaflets he has just photocopied, the words Jesus and Damnation just peeking out behind the mysterious and ominously gun shaped package he holds on his lap. The package that has you watching him like a hawk, drawing up imaginary strategies for disarming him using that white bucket tied beneath the seats, the side of the bus time tables rack, or even that small child that wont stop starring back at you.



( I must break from the mood for a moment to explain something, this was written in two stages, what came before these brackets and after)



This entry was inspired by a big fat multi-racial woman that was on the bus two days ago. Me and Flannery were talking and she mentioned her views on humans and monogamy. She was saying that monogamy is not the only way people can go, some people work better with open ended relationships. This was a random conversation topic that came up some how, I cant remember how, that’s not important. We were talking and BAM, a fat girl, and I mean fat, looks at us and says:

“Actually that’s true, it works really well with me and my boyfriend because me and my fiancée are both bi.”



All I could think was, who invited you into this conversation, and secondly I was thinking cover your bulging, rippling, coffee coloured stomach. However having inspired this entry she is not the jewel in my bus crown. Today, having already started this entry I got on the bus and what was I greeted by? Guess, no really, guess. You’ll never get it.



What I saw was a middle aged, early to late 50’s man, with graying hair, sideburns, a pink wool top, navy tights, a plaid skirt and a leather hand bag. And what followed him onto the bus I hear you ask. A bearded, hairy, tattooed midget. I’m serious. Now I don’t know what the odds were of having two such gems appear one after another on the bus having started my entry earlier that day. The part I found most amusing was that this man dressed as a woman, in older women’s clothing with a pink top and a handbag, yet he didn’t bother to shave his sideburns…..odd.