Vile Little Dungbeetle: 01/2006

la chute de l'ange

To tame the wildest of hearts, to be embraced for an eternity.

Rude Kid

Visitors may wish to take in the memorial to John X - the eminent 19th century mathematician and father of algebra; although after being ribbed at school, little algebra later changed his name on the advice of his aunt mrs emily quadratic equation.

18 hours on a gucci clock

This is an example of what an average day should be like in any educational institution; the sort of day I had today:

>Strolled in fashionably late for lecture, and didnt miss a thing

>Had a snap tutorial - normally an hour long, but today completed in under 10 minutes. And it was held 2 hours earlier than usual

>Regular tutorial was pain-free: all the answers were provided, and that ended early too

Being regular students, we were out of school at the drop of a, oh i dunno, a mildly scented thoroughly autoclaved, FDA approved pipette.

So the odd menagerie of Nard, Ken and moi went and spent a short while flexing our flexibles.

See the thing is, its all about balance. We cant really call it going to school if say I had just one middling little lecture a day all the time, although it happens to be the case tomorrow. And there has to be some semblance of a challenge - voila, the tutorial classes.

And so we reach a state of happy compromise where the lecturers do their part, the students do what students do, and we all have a happy sodding new year.

Not exactly utopia, but its close enough.

And K & N: thanks for the treat! U guys are great company.

dim sum

2 plus 3 equals six.
This is an example of a dim sum. Someone who hadnt paid at ten tion properly during mathematics at school.

If you buy a really expensive car, it has lots of buttons and pushes which make the car go faster or more slowly; and theres one which illuminates the headlights. And another dim sum.

posthumously

Between your hand and your shoulder, there is this particular part of your body, a bone of which is called funny I was never quite sure why because it is extremely painful.

wombat paw

There comes a point in time when one is confronted by the ultimate questions in life. Such questions make issues like money, power, fame and influence fade into the background. Regardless ones of race, upbringing, or outlook in life, one would have to face these questions, and face them alone. Unfortunately there is no real answer, although the older, more experienced people would advise us to face them with fortitude and wisdom. But through the ages, countless men have fallen when their time came to face the test. Condemnation being the fate of those who have failed.

No one knows where or when they will be asked, indeed it can happen when one is riding highest - just before a nobel prize ceremony for instance, and ones world can come crashing down in an instant. Reduced to nothing all of a sudden.

And so it is with sadness that I inform you, my friends, that my time for this has come. Because just the other night while we were about to leave for a close friends birthday dinner, SHE asked:

"Does this dress make me look fat?"

Sheffield

This weeks prize will provide a touch of luxury for anyone who enjoys the essence of poultry at bath-time - its this campbells cream of chicken soap.

pompeii

A rather vague acquaintance recently lamented being called names, for instance unfaithful materialistic player. In which case is one name, but longer.

As I mentioned, this person is rather vague. He/she is really quite vapid, sort of swimming around in a hazy existence obssessed with his/her newfound image. Being a rather vague person he/she wont be reading this entry. Anyway I would expect most vacuous people to be less involved in activities like reading, which could possibly be too mentally taxing for them.

There are several ways of dealing with comments or criticism. Threaten to invade their country, impose sanctions or build your own nuclear generator. Thats what our world leaders teach us anyway. The most commonly used two however go something like this - if they are deemed constructive, accept them, implement change and move on. If one thinks they are unhelpful /...(fill in the fucking blanks) , then ignore them and, guess what, again move on. But he/she got stuck.

The comments, I agree, seem harsh. But if subconciously or even conciously, the attempt wasnt made to project a certain image, to sell oneself as ideal/cool/in/happening/stupid, which stinks of insecurity and immaturity, the effect might have been tempered more mildly. In this case his/her plans backfired and he/she got pissed (on).

In a way this isnt new to some of us. We saw that behaviour before, in JC. Both the name calling and the vague people. Since vague acquaintance only increased his/her social circle fairly recently, this might have come as a bit of a surprise, something new after his/her arrested development phase. Well, welcome to the world.

A little condescending perhaps? Vague acquaintance has gone and galloped off a side alley from the narrow, arduous road to perdition. And is fast losing sight of his/her values and all that is close and true. But what do I care? Not for that dying trace of kindness and humility being choked by overwhelming selfish desires, arrogance and insensitivity. Not for excuses of being careful not to be mistreated again. Not for any excuse to silly behaviour.

A sweet young thing screwing up big time. Reality.

Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side

mozart was a genius. einstein was a genius. modern day theoretical physicists are also geniuses. there are many geniuses around us.

a genius is also the sort of person who doesnt turn up when hes supposed to meet his friends, and only calls them a day later to explain that he couldnt contact them because his phone fell into the toilet.

Pidgin

A little while back, I participated in a tug-of-war contest. Cheering each of the members on, I found that the opposing team was gaining somewhat. Frustrated, I shouted: "Pull, lazy sod!"

His name was sid.

one

Save your breath. You'll need it to inflate your date later.

- Annonymous

two

I am a good housekeeper. Everytime I leave a man, I keep his house.

- Zsa Zsa Gabor

Given silly things to do

A mouse that has only one hole is unlikely to raise a family I would think.

One who is born a chicken likes to get laid a lot.

When the devil gets old he turns into a hermit.

So as the cricket ball of time is wacked firmly by the bat of fate, and the wincing criket of destiny pleads with the bat to stop, I notice its stopped raining.

Mrs Trellis of North London

Samanthas off to meet an old friend of hers who runs his own construction firm. Of all the participating firms, his won the award for best safety and construction standards.

Samantha tells me she was glad to see his small, firm one.

Nematode

Little squiggly got squished between the slide and the slide cover. In fact 3 squigglies got sorta wasted that way. But on the upside, they do lay eggs.

We think it had something to do with the amount of alcohol used.

Always knew alcohol abuse was bad.

Drink a little.

golliwog

Pret a porter or Haute Couture?
Choose one.

la Fée Verte (The green fairy)

traditionally prepared by slowly pouring iced water over a cube of sugar resting on a slotted spoon. cold water dissolves the sugar trickles into the glass diluting the green liquid.

Absinthe. 70% alcohol. itd make a statue fall down.

well done a-hole

let's see if it snows.

Mirror Noise

I think the blood red shoes will do just fine, thank you.

btw, Happy Hatchdays Kenny (23), and Seth (24). Boy u guys are old.

yiddish

rain...trash talking
rain...chain smoking
rain...day dreaming
rain...band playing
rain...sodding rain
then I met you...

The first thing mr cabby said when I got in was that he couldnt see cars/pedestrians on the road. I spent the next 40minutes at 40km/h on a 70km/h road, on a journey that should have taken 15minutes; dragged into a conversation that was only marginally worse than the driving.

Curiosity tinged with mild disgust

Rather oddly, I start a blog.

Vile Little Dungbeetle

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

la chute de l'ange

Rude Kid

Thursday, January 26, 2006

18 hours on a gucci clock

Monday, January 23, 2006

dim sum

posthumously

Saturday, January 21, 2006

wombat paw

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Sheffield

Monday, January 16, 2006

pompeii

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Pidgin

Thursday, January 12, 2006

one

two

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Given silly things to do

Mrs Trellis of North London

Nematode

Monday, January 09, 2006

golliwog

la Fée Verte (The green fairy)

Sunday, January 08, 2006

well done a-hole

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Mirror Noise

Friday, January 06, 2006

yiddish

Curiosity tinged with mild disgust

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