I’m thinking of dropping adverbs from my vocabulary.  I just read a sentence that included the words “he struggles relentless to regain his past“.  I think I usually would have written that with “relentlessly”, but seeing it this way, I like it much better.  My philosophy profs seemed to get used to and even appreciate my near-total ban on adjectives in formal papers, so maybe I can pull of an adverb ban.  Though I banned/limited adjectives for good reasons, and am only considering banning/limiting adverbs because it sounds nice sometimes. 
Actually, I haven’t given this any thought beyond reading the linked article and liking that one instance.  I’m even worried that I’ve misremembered exactly what an adverb is. 
God, this post belongs on the 5th circle of blog hell (6th and 7th being posts about relationships, and being sad, respectively).

I’m taking a break from blogging for a while.  I think I’ve achieved my goal and said everything that needs to be said about getting rotten mouse in your mouth and eating rotten meat for fun in general.  (FYI: I’m currently marinating some obviously rotten, but high quality steak.  As always, I’m sure it will be fine.)

I’ll keep posting shit to my del.icio.us stream, which will in turn post itself to the feedburner feed for those who care. 

I’ve balked at actually taking on the “Sophisticated Intellectual” look (entirely because I can’t find clothes that fit me) and so am looking as slimy and degenerate as always.

I’ve taken to printing off any article on the web that I want to read, partly so I can make notes on it, but mostly because I hate the earth so, so much.

I’m househunting without luck at the moment.  Which sucks.  I still have until August 1st to find a place, but I really suck at this.

I’ve been dreaming a lot in other (than english) languages lately.  Especially in German and French.  I used to know both languages well when I was much younger, but have forgotten both for various reasons.  I’m relearning them both and also to a great degree just re-remembering them.  Anyway, last night I had a dream that I was like a 17 year old drafted reluctantly into fighting in WW2 against the soviets, and met and fell in love with a russian girl.  I only spoke german, and she only a fake russian which just sounded like someone speaking french in a russian accent while drunk and injured.  I deserted the army and we got back to Germany where we hid and she learned german immediately and blah blah blah who the fuck cares.  Anyway, the important thing is I woke up still in love with her.  And I’ve been sad all day, missing her…
So fucking stupid.  But I can’t deal with it.  I miss her soooo much.  God damn this is so stupid.

I’m paying way more attention to the Liberal leadership race than I can believe. 

I’m reading a lot on the new pension/disability regulations Harper’s introduced in the Canadian Forces.  They’re pretty scary.  There’ve been massive cutbacks.  The things that had already been done to the army had already pushed it in the direction of recruiting the types of people that, um, you don’t want to have guns.  Now this is just going to be a massive step in that direction.  If we were building a militia that we wanted to dabble in rape and prostitution, these cutbacks would be great.  What we want are recruits who are building families, people who are thinking about the future, instead of just people choosing between the army and probably going to jail.  (I’m not saying the army shouldn’t be there for those people in desperate situations looking to sort their lives out, just that it’s making it harder for the army to recruit the people who traditionally serve as mentors and such.)  Ugh.  I could go on and on…  But this isn’t a real post.  Just an update.

I’ll get back to blogging eventually, but for now I’m going to take a nap and dream about my lost russian (dream) love.

Thanks to Dave.

Tomorrow I’m going to the Cooking Fire Festival at Dufferin grove Park.
It should be good. 
I’m mostly going to see my friends’ play, about Kathe Kollwitz, which should be good despite my misgivings about Kollwitz herself.  There’s also food, which will probably be good, and it will likely get sort of cooler out at night, cool enough for me to wear a scarf without feeling too self-conscious.

WTF?

That’s like a hammer and sickle.  But worse, they’ve included text that ought not to be part of the logo in the logo, and that’s just wrong.  Wrong from a coding perspective, but also wrong since it’ll fuck with screen readers.  Not so majorly in the case at hand,* but if they repeat that pattern throughout, which I have no idea about because I was only on the site checking to see if it got government funding (it turns out to be government), then it’ll pretty likely fuck with some more substantial text.

I think that pointing out this minor problem with the site design makes me an asshole and a total bore.

I think that if their logo design is modelled on the hammer and sickle then in-their-sleep-killings should happen.  Or at least a lot of firings.  Possibly the other design was shaped like a swastika, and the people picking it figured that people would be less terrified of the hammer and sickle design, but in that case they should have just said no to both designs and made up a shitty design not based on a hyper-murderous totalitarian regime’s primary symbol. 

*-In the case at hand you just end up with a sentence that begins with “is the province of Ontario’s primary…”.  Not such a major problem.

Q: If there’s a guy dressed as a cowboy, but all in black, walking down the street, and I shoot him, who’s the criminal?

A: Gnidrocca ot S’adanac esrevrep lagel metsys, I dluow!  S’taht dekcuf!

I don’t really get dressed up for anything.  Not even halloween or funerals.  I don’t really have any money for clothes, which is part of it, but I’m also uncomfortable with just about everything clothingwise.
When I go to a museum or something like that, I get dressed up in a certain way though.  It’s my “sophisticated intellectual (SI)” look, rather than my default “nationalistic criminal (NC)” look.
I don’t do it to fit in or anything.  I do it because when I’m in my SI look, and I stare greedily at an exhibit, people look at me and think I’m excited by the history behind it, which I partly am.  If I’m in my default NC look, and I stare greedily at an exhibit, people think I’m excited by how much money I’d get if I stole the exhibit and sold it during a secret auction in a secret luxury blimp far above the atlantic to a group of secretive super-criminals, which I mostly am.  So obviously, if I’m going to be prancing about a museum, caution dictates that I dress in a way that doesn’t alarm people.  Also, dressed in my SI best, people ask me questions, which allows me to talk about the history of the exhibits in question, and of course make off-hand remarks about the paucity of Irish historical acheivements.
Anyway, I looked at myself in the mirror today, and there I was: 1920’s aviator hair, a scarf, and dirty clothes chosen basically just for how many knifes and books can be hidden in them.  In other words, a confusing mess. 
So I’ve decided to push myself more in the direction of the SI look, especially since I’ve decided to update it to a “Hip Sophisticated Intellectual (HSI)” look by wearing jeans.  I realize that this is going to push me terribly close to hipster territory, especially since I have a tendency to buy acid or stone washed jeans whenever I buy jeans (I haven’t bought jeans in at least 12 years).
All HSI decked out, I’m probably going to get stopped on the street a lot more to answer questions about history, rather than the usual questions about who the hell do I think I am.  I look forward to that.  What I don’t look forward to is the possibility that my daydreams about leading a dancing tour of toronto while in my HSI look might pan out.  That stuffs ok to dream about, but not ok to live. 

A while ago I built a wall in my apartment to block a giant bee/wasp/hornet that I was afraid might be out to fuck me over.  Well, I didn’t build it, I was building it.  Anyway, I just got close enough to look, and realized it’s just a giant, bee-shaped peice of fluff.  That’s calmed me a bit, except that the thing can move.  And not just in the wind.  My theory is that there’s a smaller bee, or possibly two bees, inside of it, moving it around and trying to fly.  I haven’t wrapped my mind around what the purpose might be yet, but I’m pretty sure their plan is stupid, since bees are really, really stupid. 
All in all, that “fear –> wall building –> discovery –> looking for linux version of autocad –> (hand)drawing up plans for wall demolition–> tearing down wall –> writing blog post” thing only killed like 7 minutes.
I’m starting to fear that this scarf thing might destroy my grasp on sanity.  I just want to leave the house, but I can’t.

I’m bored today, real bored.  I’d like to leave the house, it’s nice out and shit, but I’m wearing a scarf.  I feel weird about the idea of wandering toronto in a scarf at the moment.  I always look out of place, so I should be able to get over it, but not just yet.  So, on this very nice day where I’d like to be out screaming at strangers, I’m stuck trying to find other entertainment. 
I tried watching “Laser Mission” (should the quotation marks be part of the link?  I knew a prof once whose specialty was quotation marks: he’d probably have a theory on it), which is a movie starring Brandon Lee and Ernest Borgnine.  I’m sure people love it ironically and such, but it’s just shit.  I hate myself for watching it.
I was pretty entertained at the start, since I could entertain myself through heckling, or simply saying “laser” to myself everytime they said laser in the movie, (see how easily entertained I am), but that dried up after they stopped saying laser so much.  The only really good thing after that was that most of the characters spoke spanish as their first language, but none used any spanish past the-first-day-of-spanish-class level.  Really.  “Por favor” was the most esoteric spanish I heard through the whole thing.
I turned it off after the scene where the combined cuban/soviet forces fell down the stairs, and figured I understood why Brandon Lee was assassinated by the conspiracy of homosinuals which run the EU.* 
Now I have to find something else to do today, at least after I watch the last episode of season one of Curb Your Enthusiasm.  I assume it will involve Shawarma and rewatching season one of House.

House stars Hugh Laurie, and isn’t Blackadder.  Basically that’s all I look for in a show.  **

*-See claims by the Polish Government (including, but not limited to, Law And Justice’s coalition members) re: Conspiracy of Homosexuals running EU; Homosexual mind-control of EU Parliament Members; Homosexual assassination campaigns.

**-I included the above picture so I could use a bolded caption below it, since I really like bolding and underlining things, but feel a bit sick when I use it where I don’t think it’s appropriate. 

As some people know, I’ve been trying half-assedly to approximate Wellington in order to become immortal.  It hadn’t even occurred to me that the scarf thing would fit it. 
(My previous plan had been to kill one of each animal, but my zoologist crapped out on me and so I’m lost as to what that would mean.  I figured there were only about 75 different animals on the planet. 
(Shit, it sounds like a kid is being killed by a vampire outside my window!  BRB
No, no vampire.  I think it was just a beating.)
Anyway, if there were 75, I’m well on my way.)
So, on top of the scarf thing, I also shave twice a day, and pretend to eat rice daily.  Basically, the plan is to be Wellington enough to trick History into thinking I’m Wellington, or like Welington is immortal, or fuck, I just don’t know.  This plan is stupid. 
I don’t know why I thought a vampire was killling that kid.  That was weird. 
Anyway, my relationship with Der Spiegel is symbiotic now.  They’ve linked to my blog.  I think maybe automatically or something, since no one who worked there could read this thing and think it was a good idea to link to it. 
Well, as long as this blog post makes no sense: I hate animals and children.  Little bastards all of them