To all my friends I say "Oogaly Purple Mushroom!" and to everyone else I say "Inside joke."
What has brought you here today? Here of all days and of all places you chose to stumble across this blog but the question remains why?
Not only that. Of all the times you could have stumbled upon this blog you chose now.
Just pause a moment and reflect on that statistical anomaly. The chances of you doing so are... quite small. And yet you did! It's like winning the lottery without the soul destroying gambling or trouble inducing money! Congratulations!
We are currently studying Special Relativity in the Physics Course I am enrolled in in uni. Well.... not currently. We just finished the topic and I will be an incredibly sad boy if they started having Special Relativity lectures at 7:30am. I don't think my brain could handle it.
Anyway in this course I found many answers to the questions that I had been asking all my life. For instance:
If you were traveling at the speed of light and you turned on a flashlight; What would happen?
The answer: You would already be dead granted you had infinite force to get you to the speed of light in the first place due to doppler shift.
And that's the thing. Doppler shift works on light but it doesn't affect it's speed, it affects it's frequency (hence redshift and blueshift) and the constant speed of light remains... well... constant.
I thought that was pretty cool.
And now! I will return to waiting paitently for Scribblenauts to hit Australia.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Fruvivor
The clubroom which I frequently frequent at Uni but am not a member of, CSSC, is pitting all the Freshers in a massive battle royale which may or may not be based off Survivor.
Anyway, as I am a Fresher, I chose to partake in this monumental event, battling all odds to win the title of FRUVIVOR CHAMPION! And $170.00.
Two weeks in and my chances of winning are slowly increasing. As our team failed the first challange by failing to produce a video (It was shot and everything....we were just too lazy to put it together) my rival's numbers decreased by one. I wasn't even at the elimination, I had a test, but miraculously I survived.
This week's challange is to write a Slash Fiction based on the members of the clubroom. As many of you do not know me and as such have no Idea what CSSC is most of this is going to go straight over your heads and into the dark abyss that is the night. Unless of course you are reading this in the day time then it will fly into the dark abyss that is the day...
Some quick notes. Lionel is the name of our pet onion and LBS stands for Little Black Shirt because LBS always wears a LBS.
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If one were to look at Australia, by and large, one would notice a lot of nothing interspersed with the occasional something, quickly followed by the bland nothingness again. Eventually, if one looked long and hard enough, statistically one would come across the University of Western Australia. One might notice the many sub groups and different genders this University teaches and houses; the quaint art students, the drunken med students and the pungent engineers. One would eventually notice the computer science students, tucked away and shielded from the harsh reality of the outside world in their protective clubroom.
It is to this clubroom that we draw our attention now.
Peaceful would be a word to describe it. LBS was lounging on the couch with a Coke in his hand, Tim was stacking the fridge. The rays off light glistened off Lionel’s head whose many strands of hair drooped helplessly over the side of his container. It was quiet, it was bliss. The harmony of this moment radiated out to the passing students who couldn’t help but smile as they walked along their meaningless lives. Yes, this was what life was about.
Raph, having nothing better to do at the time, chose to disrupt this peace by storming into the room and placing himself firmly on the couch.
“Are you OK?” asked Tim with all the tact and observation of a person who also goes out of their way to make statements like “It appears your house is on fire” and “An elephant just stepped on your legs, would you like some help?”
“No.” replied Raph sinking once again into the sullen silence.
“More like Gayno,” Interjected LBS.
Raph cracked a smile; LBS’ original humour always got the best of him.
“It’s chemistry,” Raph sighed
“More like gaymistry”
“I get it and all, just that the compounds are hard to remember”
“More like the gaypounds are hard to gaymember”
“I mean, what is Tri-methyl Butanal?”
At this point Jeremy walked into the clubroom.
“More like Tri-Gay But-anal”
And promptly left.
Tim’s ears perked up. “Who said Tri Gay Butt Anal?”
Raph sniggered. “Man, that would be incredibly sad if you were in a three way gay butt orgy.”
Tim rapidly returned to stacking the fridge with added vigour while LBS found something incredibly interesting to stare at on the wall. The silence was deafening.
“Wait…you guys,” began Raph, “Wow… how awkward.”
“Well it was one of those days you know?” Explained LBS.
“We agreed never to talk about this!”
“More like, Gay agreed gever to talk about Gay.”
“You aren’t helping!”
“Anyway, I just finished DOA Xtreme2 for the second time and was getting rather bored, Tim here shows up and…”
“Wait a minute,” Raph said trying to get the full picture, “Tri is three, so who was the third?”
“Well you know how Lionel just started dying a couple of weeks ago?” clarified Tim, “That wasn’t only because of the fresher’s horrible aura.
“You know, all this talk,” said LBS removing his little black shirt to reveal yet another little black shirt, “Is turning me on.”
“Well I’m leaving” Raph quickly said making for the door.
“Ah, coined.” LBS said while writing ‘Fresher’s leaving the Clubroom’ on the whiteboard. Tim silently closed the door.
“Well I have no money alright!” Raph exasperated
*click* The door was locked.
“Coined!” said LBS pointing to a fresh offense ‘Having no coins’
“Well how can I pay you!?” Raph said silently breaking into tears, “I have no money!”
“Oh, it’s alright,” Comforted Tim, “I’m sure something can be arranged. You can always sell something to the club to pay for your ever growing debt.”
“But all I have,” Sobbed Raph, “Is the shirt on my back.”
“Don’t worry, that will do nicely.”
Anyway, as I am a Fresher, I chose to partake in this monumental event, battling all odds to win the title of FRUVIVOR CHAMPION! And $170.00.
Two weeks in and my chances of winning are slowly increasing. As our team failed the first challange by failing to produce a video (It was shot and everything....we were just too lazy to put it together) my rival's numbers decreased by one. I wasn't even at the elimination, I had a test, but miraculously I survived.
This week's challange is to write a Slash Fiction based on the members of the clubroom. As many of you do not know me and as such have no Idea what CSSC is most of this is going to go straight over your heads and into the dark abyss that is the night. Unless of course you are reading this in the day time then it will fly into the dark abyss that is the day...
Some quick notes. Lionel is the name of our pet onion and LBS stands for Little Black Shirt because LBS always wears a LBS.
________________________________________________________
If one were to look at Australia, by and large, one would notice a lot of nothing interspersed with the occasional something, quickly followed by the bland nothingness again. Eventually, if one looked long and hard enough, statistically one would come across the University of Western Australia. One might notice the many sub groups and different genders this University teaches and houses; the quaint art students, the drunken med students and the pungent engineers. One would eventually notice the computer science students, tucked away and shielded from the harsh reality of the outside world in their protective clubroom.
It is to this clubroom that we draw our attention now.
Peaceful would be a word to describe it. LBS was lounging on the couch with a Coke in his hand, Tim was stacking the fridge. The rays off light glistened off Lionel’s head whose many strands of hair drooped helplessly over the side of his container. It was quiet, it was bliss. The harmony of this moment radiated out to the passing students who couldn’t help but smile as they walked along their meaningless lives. Yes, this was what life was about.
Raph, having nothing better to do at the time, chose to disrupt this peace by storming into the room and placing himself firmly on the couch.
“Are you OK?” asked Tim with all the tact and observation of a person who also goes out of their way to make statements like “It appears your house is on fire” and “An elephant just stepped on your legs, would you like some help?”
“No.” replied Raph sinking once again into the sullen silence.
“More like Gayno,” Interjected LBS.
Raph cracked a smile; LBS’ original humour always got the best of him.
“It’s chemistry,” Raph sighed
“More like gaymistry”
“I get it and all, just that the compounds are hard to remember”
“More like the gaypounds are hard to gaymember”
“I mean, what is Tri-methyl Butanal?”
At this point Jeremy walked into the clubroom.
“More like Tri-Gay But-anal”
And promptly left.
Tim’s ears perked up. “Who said Tri Gay Butt Anal?”
Raph sniggered. “Man, that would be incredibly sad if you were in a three way gay butt orgy.”
Tim rapidly returned to stacking the fridge with added vigour while LBS found something incredibly interesting to stare at on the wall. The silence was deafening.
“Wait…you guys,” began Raph, “Wow… how awkward.”
“Well it was one of those days you know?” Explained LBS.
“We agreed never to talk about this!”
“More like, Gay agreed gever to talk about Gay.”
“You aren’t helping!”
“Anyway, I just finished DOA Xtreme2 for the second time and was getting rather bored, Tim here shows up and…”
“Wait a minute,” Raph said trying to get the full picture, “Tri is three, so who was the third?”
“Well you know how Lionel just started dying a couple of weeks ago?” clarified Tim, “That wasn’t only because of the fresher’s horrible aura.
“You know, all this talk,” said LBS removing his little black shirt to reveal yet another little black shirt, “Is turning me on.”
“Well I’m leaving” Raph quickly said making for the door.
“Ah, coined.” LBS said while writing ‘Fresher’s leaving the Clubroom’ on the whiteboard. Tim silently closed the door.
“Well I have no money alright!” Raph exasperated
*click* The door was locked.
“Coined!” said LBS pointing to a fresh offense ‘Having no coins’
“Well how can I pay you!?” Raph said silently breaking into tears, “I have no money!”
“Oh, it’s alright,” Comforted Tim, “I’m sure something can be arranged. You can always sell something to the club to pay for your ever growing debt.”
“But all I have,” Sobbed Raph, “Is the shirt on my back.”
“Don’t worry, that will do nicely.”
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Omegle
Have you guys heard about Omegle?
THEN CHECK IT OUT!
http://omegle.com/
Basically they set you up with a random where you randomly talk about random stuff. A good social experiment overall I think.
THEN CHECK IT OUT!
http://omegle.com/
Basically they set you up with a random where you randomly talk about random stuff. A good social experiment overall I think.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Inpomptu Pyro Tennis
*Logs back onto blog*
*Blows away the dust of neglect*
Annnnnnd I'm back.
I was just playing a round of TF2 on Payload-Backwater and boy was it fun.
Keep in mind this was at 7:40am so not many people were online, it was a nice 2v2.
I was on defence and boy was I defending.
The opposite team had pushed the kart to the last point and my Battle Medic stratergy was not working against these Demoman players. Discarding my flawless game plan I settled on an easier approach of W+M1.
After killing both Demomen one of them changed to Pyro. My Heavy friend defended the Kart while I went off to search for some fresh meat and lo and behold there was a Pyro just standing there, beckoning for me to follow, so I did.
I followed that pyro all the way to the beginning of the map where we shot the ground a couple of times, the meaning was clear, he wanted me to stand there.
He then proceeded to run across to the other side of the canyon and fired his Flare Gun, instinct kicked in and I reflected it back at him, he then reflected it back and I took a flare to the face.
Yes, we put behind all our differences and were playing tennis while mere meters away our teammates were battling to the death for the glory of the Kart.
This went on for some minutes before we started to rock out on our Guitars.
The moral of this story? TF2 is awesome!
*Blows away the dust of neglect*
Annnnnnd I'm back.
I was just playing a round of TF2 on Payload-Backwater and boy was it fun.
Keep in mind this was at 7:40am so not many people were online, it was a nice 2v2.
I was on defence and boy was I defending.
The opposite team had pushed the kart to the last point and my Battle Medic stratergy was not working against these Demoman players. Discarding my flawless game plan I settled on an easier approach of W+M1.
After killing both Demomen one of them changed to Pyro. My Heavy friend defended the Kart while I went off to search for some fresh meat and lo and behold there was a Pyro just standing there, beckoning for me to follow, so I did.
I followed that pyro all the way to the beginning of the map where we shot the ground a couple of times, the meaning was clear, he wanted me to stand there.
He then proceeded to run across to the other side of the canyon and fired his Flare Gun, instinct kicked in and I reflected it back at him, he then reflected it back and I took a flare to the face.
Yes, we put behind all our differences and were playing tennis while mere meters away our teammates were battling to the death for the glory of the Kart.
This went on for some minutes before we started to rock out on our Guitars.
The moral of this story? TF2 is awesome!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Team Fortress 2
Well I was pushing the Kart the other day on Team Fortress 2 and got backstabbed by a Spy.
So that's how it feels.
Wow...I am a jerk.
So that's how it feels.
Wow...I am a jerk.
Team Fortress 2
Well I was pushing the Kart the other day on Team Fortress 2 and got backstabbed by a Spy.
So that's how it feels.
Wow...I am a jerk.
So that's how it feels.
Wow...I am a jerk.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Exactly!
Not knowing what else to do for the rest of the day, I sat down and started writing.
It's not often I start writing something without a general idea of where it will lead. I always have a very broad overview of what I am going to write, only inserting minor details such as plot and punctuation.
So today really is a historic moment. We get to see what I write without thinking about it! Could this be a deep insight into Jeremy's subconscious? Could this be some scientific psychoanalysis that unveils Jeremy as the Mass Murderer that he really is?
Not that I am or anything...it's just that it could. *cough*
So now I am just going to write the first thing that comes to mind. Please forgive me if my structure is horrible and the plot is all over the place with nothing to tie it together but that is what you get when you don't plan. Purple panda pan. Please also forgive me if I attempting grammar fail but that also happens when you type really really really really reallly fast. You also spell 'really' wrong.
OH! That's right! Also excuse me for my lack of jokes but it is a bit hard to think with wit and class when thinking of what word you are about to write when indeed, you have just written it.
Well, so far my subconscious has been rather boring. Only stating facts, lets get to the juicy parts shall we?
So Jeremy... How is life?
-Oh yeah, pretty good. The missus actually just wan-
ARE YOU GAY?
-What? No! Why would you bombard me with questi-
DO YOU CONTAIN NUTS!
-What? How, but.... Well I guess that we can't say with a certain degree of certainty that I won't contain nuts.
SO YOU ADMIT IT!
-No, I might.
Wait...what? Now you're confusing me.
-I'm just saying, we can't be certain that anything can't happen as well as can happen. We can't be certain that the sun will rise tomorrow, We can't be certain that electrons will still continue to spin. We can't be certain that everyone won't spontanously turn into peanuts.
So all statements that are "True" aren't really true.
-Well they are true. But only for a given value of true.
A huh... so if I were to sa-
-ARE YOU GAY!?
What? No! How, Why would you?
And on that rather high, but flat note we...I mean I leave you with a certain question.
What's in my pocket?
*vanishes in a puff of smoke*
It's not often I start writing something without a general idea of where it will lead. I always have a very broad overview of what I am going to write, only inserting minor details such as plot and punctuation.
So today really is a historic moment. We get to see what I write without thinking about it! Could this be a deep insight into Jeremy's subconscious? Could this be some scientific psychoanalysis that unveils Jeremy as the Mass Murderer that he really is?
Not that I am or anything...it's just that it could. *cough*
So now I am just going to write the first thing that comes to mind. Please forgive me if my structure is horrible and the plot is all over the place with nothing to tie it together but that is what you get when you don't plan. Purple panda pan. Please also forgive me if I attempting grammar fail but that also happens when you type really really really really reallly fast. You also spell 'really' wrong.
OH! That's right! Also excuse me for my lack of jokes but it is a bit hard to think with wit and class when thinking of what word you are about to write when indeed, you have just written it.
Well, so far my subconscious has been rather boring. Only stating facts, lets get to the juicy parts shall we?
So Jeremy... How is life?
-Oh yeah, pretty good. The missus actually just wan-
ARE YOU GAY?
-What? No! Why would you bombard me with questi-
DO YOU CONTAIN NUTS!
-What? How, but.... Well I guess that we can't say with a certain degree of certainty that I won't contain nuts.
SO YOU ADMIT IT!
-No, I might.
Wait...what? Now you're confusing me.
-I'm just saying, we can't be certain that anything can't happen as well as can happen. We can't be certain that the sun will rise tomorrow, We can't be certain that electrons will still continue to spin. We can't be certain that everyone won't spontanously turn into peanuts.
So all statements that are "True" aren't really true.
-Well they are true. But only for a given value of true.
A huh... so if I were to sa-
-ARE YOU GAY!?
What? No! How, Why would you?
And on that rather high, but flat note we...I mean I leave you with a certain question.
What's in my pocket?
*vanishes in a puff of smoke*
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