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  • Sunday, August 31, 2003

    Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy enough guns to make sure nobody else can have any either.

    Class.
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    Oh dear, I've been coerced into writing about one of those 'serious' topics again. Well, that is not entirely true. I saw someone being philosophical, so I had to add my 1.4 UK pence. Well it's her fault, she knows what I'm like. Anyway.

    Money, does it bring happiness? My Muse puts forward a very interesting point here. and I do not think I need add anything, however, perhaps money is like oxygen, not very important while you have it, but vital when you don't.

    As for the Pompey result. No comment.

    Now I'm hot, and I'm going to have a shower.
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    Saturday, August 30, 2003

    Ok, well since monday, I've been to a couple of 18th's, and got pissed. Also Time, and not pissed due to driving.

    Wednesday was Buteo's 18th, went to Bar:Me which is surprisingly not that bad. The music was admitedly very cheesy but they had some 60's to 80's stuff which was cool. Some people drifted off, but five of us headed down to Time to get more drunk, thats myself, Buteo, her cousin, and two other friends.

    Nice piss up, and at the risk of complete alienation from several people, I have to add that the cousin was a very attractive girl, but what with the whole boyfriend/girlfriend issue, just a friend.

    Thursday, Time again, no drink. On the way home, picture this. Five 18 year olds, Peugeot 106, Bohemian Rhapsody, volume up, windows down. Police van behind us.

    "Step out of the car please sir."

    Oh dear. Then it was the breathaliser, clean thank god. Now I have to turn up at the police station with MOT insurance, drivers license. I was even formaly given my rights and everything. It was also pointed out that a rear light wasn't working, which I guess I'm glad someone pointed out. Just wish it wasn't the cops.

    Finaly GingerSexistBird's party. And I would like to say here on record, whilst ginger, there was no sexism from either side, we were both very good.

    As was the party come to think of it, whatever anyone trys to tell you, alcohol and bouncy castles do mix. I had a great, and pissed time. Good one.

    Oh.

    I just remebered, there was some morris dancing.

    Oh shit.

    I think I was involved.

    Oh shit.

    Yes, yes I was. But then so were most other people, I'll just keep telling myself that. Plus, just found incriminating pictures of other people doing same, including my old Psychology teacher.... success....

    I then stumbled up the hill, just making it to the top before collapsing next to my car, sliding the remaining drinks inside, and noticing some Bastard (To be pronounced in the southern accent) had kicked in my wing mirror.

    Telling myself not to worry about it untill the morning, I managed to crawl to my grandparents house, let myself in and sleep. It's 11.30 and I've just arrived home, which was not easy.

    I forgot my bloody contact lens case didn't I? Two soft contact lenses left on the side over night, when I woke up they were flat circular disks, completely rigid. Dammit. Suffice to say I got home eventualy, after finding myself some glasses.

    Now I'm actualy feeling pretty good, and I'm going to go buy a watch.
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    Monday, August 25, 2003

    Ok, so blatently stealing my idea, Muse has set up a website. "Pillow Talk" I would ask you kindly to visit her site...

    Then bombard her with hate mail, due to a slight which I will not mention here, and no, I'm not ginger. The one to whom she refers is "GingerSexistBird" who I may have mentioned earlier.

    Now I'm irritated, let the Flaming begin.

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    Saturday, August 23, 2003

    Off to a party tonight, yet another 18th, which is always good, and finaly I'm getting a taxi, ergo, I can get pissed! Today was fairly uneventful, bit slow, so nothing about that in here. However, I have come up with a good idea for a comic, in the style of one of those web thingies out there. However, I'm a poor artist to say the least, so it may well stay just an idea.

    Ski likes Propane. His reasoning? Mc Fire.

    Well naturaly. Ahem.

    You learn a new thing every day.

    Now I'm hot, and I'm going to get drunk.
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    Friday, August 22, 2003

    Once again I have been visited by that elusive Muse. In response to my post on the 20th, she has sent me a short message further exploring good and evil. Well thats religion students for you.

    Rather than quoting the entire message I've extracted the key points and replicated them here, complete with quotes, and my own personal additions. All credit still gos to Muse on this one though.

    First off, she states that "...natural law plays some part, it cannot be the only thing which defines good and evil..." pointing out that distinguished philosophers have noted "There is no such thing as an essential human nature."

    That is, since attitudes and views change so much culture to culture, there is no one "human nature" to compare different human behaviours to.

    One salient example given is that of homosexuality. In the Vatican City, it is seen as "evil" for want of a better word, since scriptures specificaly forbid it, whilst in ancient Greece, love between two men was seen as the highest form of love, spiritual and physical.

    Therefore, people can not be definitively defined as good or evil, however, by lookin at a balance between their acts, some definition could be found. One suggested way of doing this is utilitarianism, (the greatest good for the greatest number.) Another is to categorise the actual acts as intrinsicaly good or evil. Both these approaches obviously have drawbacks, and neither can be used to fully answer the question of "What is good?" or "What is evil?"

    Therefore, the Muse concludes that "All norms and values and definitions of good and evil are culturally relative and situational." Now, if that isn't an invitation, I dont know what is... You may not follow my line of thought here, but then, few people do, just trust me, ok?

    Now, I'm being tickled, and I'm going to play Risk.
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    Thursday, August 21, 2003

    Realy not sure if this is going to work, since I'm using "BlogThis" which appears to be some form of attempt to save time Blogging. I'm keeping it short, because I don't want to waste time if it messes up. So yeah. Bye.

    Now I'm hungry, and I'm not going to eat yet.
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    Wednesday, August 20, 2003

    I just got a leaflet through my door. Yellow it was. Well is, I still have it here. Basicaly, it tells me about a church service at my local hall, with a prayer group afterwards. It even has a little tear off slip at the bottom, asking if theres anyone, or any situation, I think needs prayer at the moment. Now as I may have stated before, I'm an Atheist, but for once this made me thoughtful. I could, if so inclined, argue that this leaflet was simply sent out to spread awareness of their service, and thus swell the congregation, and this may be true. But the fact is, this group of people, for no other reward other than the way they feel after doing it, are willing to expend their time, if not effort, to help others lives improve.

    Now my first reaction could quite legitimately be negative, "suckers" or "idiots" spring to mind, and if I'm honest, that may well be what I truely believe about what they are doing. However, ignoring the fact that I do not condone their actions, the fact that they realy believe they are doing good must count for something. Is a person a good person because of what they do, or what they think they are doing? If you believe the former, does that mean that these people who truely believe they are improving the world by getting together and praying, spending their time toward this purpose, are in fact no better than someone who doesn't care? If you believe the latter, what of people like Adolf Hitler, who committed acts of mass genocide, but thought he was doing good by improving the human race?

    Clearly this is a matter for the theologists out there, and not lowly Maths students like myself, but doubtless I will find an opinion to defend. Perhaps before answering what makes a person good, we need to define to ourselves what good and evil realy are. What basis do we make them on? Religion? Natural law?

    Or perhaps it was just a scam to get a larger congregation. Who knows.

    Now I'm restless, and I'm going to get some photos developed.
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    Tuesday, August 19, 2003

    Finaly getting up to date at last! Just to rattle through the vaugely important things that've happened since I got back, I got AA B at A level! Result! Thats A in maths and further maths and a B in psychology. I'm off to Bath uni on the 30th of September, which should be, well, interesting.

    The Apres Results party was fun, we all went down to Time and I got a bit wrecked, which was good. Scarily though I was groped by 4 separate people, and only one of them was female. Oh dear. I knew three of them, Nipper from work, guy from college, and Avril from the same. I know (and hope) though, that none of them actualy fancy me, so thats good, the 4th random guy though, that was worrying. Ah well never mind. I'm sure I'll get over it.

    Since then I've just hung around with friends, we are gonna sort out going out soon, so thats cool.

    Now I'm hungry, I'm going to get breakfast.
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    Monday, August 18, 2003

    Looks like I'm on the mend! I can now eat, drink and speak, providing that I am drugged at the time.

    Writing on paper again, in case you were interested. After scribling over various scraps of paper, I finaly found this note book.

    Played squash today, 3-1 to me with regards to Jim, but my dad soon put me back into my (illness ridden) place.

    Saw a few people at the bar, but then went to jetski. waited for 2 hours. Nothing. Dammit.

    On a general note, I haven't picked up as many women as usual this holiday. I'm blaming the illness personaly. Only mentioned because amongst certain circles I have a minor reputation for picking up girls on holiday. I guess its true that I average 2-3 each time over the same number of weeks, which is admittedly more than I do in the UK. I think the record is about 7 so far. I have to admit though that the relationships are largely platonic, on my part at least. Only one ever extended into a (semi) long term relationship.

    On a final note though, I'm realy not a cheater. The flirting only rarely gos beyond a kiss or dirty dancing, and not even that if I'mattached. Which, as it happens, I am at the moment, and am also very happy with the situation, and would like to say to my doubters, who, well, probably don't know who they are, that my motives in the matter are entirely transparent.

    Now I'm tired, I'm going to bed.

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    Tuesday, August 05, 2003

    Right, first off I'm writing this entry by hand. Some of you who know me might be amazed by this, those who know me well will be amazed if I can actualy read it afterwards!

    Still shacked up with bloody rebelling tonsils, I haven't been able to spend much time outside, because the heat makes it worse. Plus since I can't drink, I can't afford to loose any water through sweat.

    I've also developed a cough. Great. My piss is so yellow you could paint a caravan with it. (Why a caravan I don't know...) I'm shivering in my AC'd room in bleeding Barbados, with nothing better to do than write a paper version of my BLOG, and try not to cough up phlegm! Damn that's the worst part. You know when you sneeze and it's all thick and green? Well I can't sneeze, or cough. cI have to hang my head upside down and let it trickle onto the roof of my mouth then spit it out. Nice.

    Coping now by dreaming up all the foods I can eat when I'm better, and the types of alcohol I can drink. I'd give anything for a shot of vodka, a bar of chocolate.

    I'd quite literaly kill for a beer.

    On the positive side, I've started getting random highs from either the dehydration or the horse pills I'm taking. Right now it's even seeming a good idea to make a list of all the foods and drinks I'm craving... If I get realy bored I might put that up later too.

    Guys, if you are reading this, sympathy chocolate would be great! Failing that, sympathy mail.

    Now my throat hurts, I'm going to drain off some saliva.



    I don't know how writing like this changed my style, but I only crossed out two words so pretty stream of conciousness yes?

    Now it realy hurts, I'm going to break something.
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