No... no I never did, although I have stammered on the phone before. Is there a difference? I don't know. I always thought that stuttering was where you're all l-l-l-like th-th-th-this, while stammering is like, like, kinda, like, y'know, sorta bumbling over words while you try to find what you're looking for, but managing full words... maybe I'm wrong?

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I'm gonna look it up, be right back folks!

...

No, I was wrong, both words account for both speech difficulties, interesting.
So.
Yes... yes I have done.

So John Hughes died this week, that really sucks. I mean, ok, he was a guy, he died, I don't really feel much either way, I'm weird with emotions, some films, games, or songs give me teary spikes, but life, not so much, but it's a sad thing. He made some good films... also home alone, but nobody's perfect. Gonna watch Breakfast Club in a bit, not actually because he died, I was going to anyway, finding out that he died was just coincidental.
I'm going to stop trying to be good at talking about sad things now and move on to the thing that I was excited enough to write a journal about!
(Not that a person dying isn't important, I just suck at talking about it.)


Element 112! Ununbium! NO! Copernicium!
Yes, I'm a month behind. No, I don't care. I just found out, it's news to me, that makes it worthy of rambling about. Ok? No? Then bugger off.
I like the name, Copernicium, it's inspiring. This element will take us to the stars!!
Well, ok, no. It probably won't take us to the stars, not as a propellant at least, but it's a good'un.
I agree with the few people that I've heard talking about it that it should be Copernicum, not Copernicium (nikum is a lot nicer than nisseum, but oh well, I probably have to contribute more (read "contribute something, anything at all") to science before they'll ask for my opinion) but to be honest, one i either way isn't a big deal.
Copernicium. It really is a great name. Firstly it sounds nice (although I hold to the belief that it would sound nicer without that last i, and I intent to hold that belief until I die... I believe it is healthy to hold some irrational beliefs, as long as they're irrelevant.) but a nice sound is the least important thing for a name to have. A truly great name needs to be inspirtaional.

Nicolaus Copernicus, he's the guy the element is named after, is the man responsible for our modern view of astronomy. Yes, someone else would have come to the same realisation that he did if he hadn't, but he did, so it's worth appreciating his legacy.
The amazing thing is that astronomy wasn't his vocation, it was something he did in his spare time, when he wasn't busy being an artist, a diplomat, a mathematician... fucking renaissance men, they really know how to make you feel like an underachiever.

Maybe it won't be a big deal to a lot of people, but I like the idea of naming elements after men (and women) like Copernicus, it's inspirational.
Chemistry class comes along, and you hear about Copernicium, Curium, Einsteinium, you want to know who they're named after, you read about these people and you're so much more inspired than reading about what inspired Francium (no offence to the French, but countries really aren't inspirational).
Maybe to some people it's just a name, but to me, and hopefully to others, it's a call to achievement - these guys did it, and so can we.
It is just a name, sure, but it's a name that commands us to reach for the stars in everything we do. Except when we're buying music, seriously, S Club 7 suck.




There was something else.... but I forgot.
Note to self - make NOTES.
Copernicus would not be impressed. Or maybe he would? I can hope.

So, liek, errrr. Wow.

Right now I'm listening to a podcast with some Aussies being rational, I'm a bit outraged to be honest. Not for any good reason of course, it's just that my prejudices demand that Australians be foolish and blonde, and so rationality from such a source is simply offensive.
(Actually, it's a pretty awesome listen.)
So, technically, my "listening to" info is A LIE! I have, however, been listening to some rather hideously voluminous dance music today, so it's also technically true, just... not up to the minute.

So. Anyway. Thing.
I wanna bitch and rant for a bit, for several reasons.
Firstly, AGH, writer's blockage, there are words that want to jump to paper, but they, for some reason, refuse to take the leap! Perhaps they fear the drop between my fingers and the keyboard, perhaps they are simply shy? I can't say I care either way, the fuckers are coming out, even if it means taking a literary enema and writing shit on this screen for half an hour or so.
Secondly, I made the stupid mistake of watching a serial idiot's resurrection video today, and I need (NEED) to vent (no really, I am bursting at the seams with vitriol, I'm in real, tangible pain (ok, mental pain, but it's still real and tangible) here.)
Thirdly, it's been over a year since I wrote a journal here... over two years since I wrote a journal that is actually about anything... I kind feel like I'm wasting my account here, and there's nothing worse than having a literary outlet available and wasted.
Fourth? CHEESE!


STORYTIME!
Once upon a time, there was an unpublished writer of medium talent (I hope I'm not thinking too highly of myself here... I'd bloody well better be of (at least) medium talent, otherwise, shit) who saw a youtube video. Ten videos to be exact, but together they made a gestalt entity of untold videoness, well, it was a fairly interesting multi-part video, which provided a fair degree of amusement and insight to the hopeful writer.
This video? It is merely background, it was aw'ite, it was certainly a good watch, but it doesn't play much of a big part in the most epic tale that is to come.

It seems important to note a long standing emnity between the guy involved in making this video, and the guy who made the video I'm about to bitch about... because the video I'm about the bitch about is about the video which is pretty decent, but not a big deal in the grand scheme of this story.
I hope you have noted it.
Have you?
You have?
Good.

Also, a thought I should've thinked a bit earlier - I will be calling the guy who made the pretty-decent-but-not-a-big-player video "Person A" and the guy who made the video about the video "Person B".

Now, person A makes his video, it is quite good, he's not great on camera, but you know what? Not a big deal as far as I can see - it's better to have an actual point than to be extremely articulate.
Here it begins to get interesting, person B decides he will make a video, in which he mocks person A for being slightly inarticulate, and not being led by overemotional nonsense over reason and relatively common sense.

--The Aussie podcasters are talking about organic food, it's quite interesting, also funny. Interesting AND funny. AT THE SAME TIME! I think I'm going to like these guys.--

Now, I don't care that person B is a narrow-minded git, that's fair enough, people are narrow minded and gittish, if you wanna mock people for inarticulate speeches and being slightly unprepared, yeah, well, we expect that. What gets me is that he does that thing that creationists do (yeah, he's a creationist... I like how close "creationism" is to "cretinism") and starts to witter on about how it's terribly, terribly arrogant to assume that we can claim things based on what we can observe, when in order to really understand things, we have to think outside the box.
I like thinking outside the box, it leads to interesting ideas, sometimes revolutionary ideas. It is, however, very rare that thinking outside the box lead to newer, deeper understandings of reality. This is especially true when the box we are asked to think outside of is the universe itself.

--Now they are talking about Polar bears ripping people's faces off... how cute ^^--

So yeah, this guy, person B, wants us to think outside the universe itself, you know, think outside of reality, OUTSIDE OF REALITY, in order to find the truth about "creation" UGH. AGH. RRRRGH!!
Personally, I don't care what he believes, he can believe whatever he wants - anyone is totally free to believe whatever they believe - but come on, telling people that in order to understand the universe, they have to ignore the entire universe? "Oh, but god is outside the universe!"
(Erm... how does that work? Physically outside? Is there an outside of the universe in any of the four tangible dimensions for him to be in? How then does he interect with humans inside the universe?
Is he totally absent in the tangible dimensions, and only present in other dimensions? How then does he interact with the tangible dimensions in order to interact with humans inside the universe?
Is he simply outside of time? How, the fuck, then does he do ANYTHING?
Hurrrrgh.)

No, no, I get it, god is beyond the universe that we can observe, we cannot know whether there is or is not some form of deity out there... and yet... person B KNOWS, he even has his phone number.
It just enrages me that someone can say "Oh how arrogant of you, that you refuse to make assumptions about things you cannot possibly know, and come to conclusions based on evidence and observation!" and then goes on to say "By the way? God exists, and loves me" and expect people to believe that they are humble. (You KNOW that god loves you, and we're the arrogant ones?)

I know the concept is a bit hard to grasp, but I know how my computer works because I am able to observe it working, if I could not observe its working, I would not be able to understand it, at least not as well as I can currently.
If you can observe a thing, you can come to understand the thing, if the thing is, by definition, inobservable, then it is, by definition, ununderstandabubbly difficult to understand.
The very idea that you can simply "think outside the box" and find the ultimate reality is ridiculous. I mean, ok, I'm sure that finding the ultimate reality will involve a great deal of thinking outside of boxes, but becoming certain that the reality we find is the ultimate one will most certainly involve a great deal of observing things that are actually observable.
Why is that so hard to understand?

Perhaps I will start talking to a wall and call it god?
Perhaps people will show more respect if I simply go mad, rather than be sensible.


There's a man living in my wall,
He loves me,
Oh he loves me.

There's a man living in my wall,
He made me,
Oh he made me.

There's a man watching me fall,
He pushed me,
Yeah he pushed me.

There's a man watching me fall,
I made the fucker up,
And he got a bit pissy about being a figment of my imagination and decided to smite me and send me to hell and then be generally cruel to me for all eternity because it seemed like a good idea to him at the time because that's what figments dooooooooo.
Yeah.
*banjo solo*


By Jim, Carl Sagan rocked. What a voice!

I feel better now.

Well I never... this page makes me feel old right now... not sure I like that.

Omgs the angst ridden angst riders have come and gone and left me with cheesecake, a hopeless romance and a lot of frustration!
I thank the angst riders for their contribution and invite them to come along to the grand opening of the teenage years of my next life.
If such a thing happens.

Now if you'll follow me there is booze in the tent.

I missed my oldest friend's () birthday yesterday... shit, I couldn't afford the train ticket, I'm sorry man, I'm in Hull now thanks to the parents but it's only for today (and tomorrow but I bugger off again in the morning...(that's this morning now actually)) I would've come out to see you today but I can't actually afford the bus :\
I hope it was a good night anyway, I hope to see you all again soon! (like, when I have some money to waste on large amounts of alcoholic thingies)

I'm now officially a Yorkie... I don't know how you actually really achieve that status but y'know, I don't care, I am one, so there nyaah!
I'm really starting to miss Hull things, like ... erm ... nothing springs to mind but I'm missing the people (some of them anyway) the only thing I don't like about York is that I have no interwebs there (also no girly to snuggle but I'm working on that (by "working on" I mean "looking at a girl across the office from me every few seconds and having a heartattack if her gaze comes anywhere near my side of the room (buggery)" but still...) I just need to work up the courage to talk to her (in my defence I'm usually so busy that I barely have time to get out of my chair for 20 seconds and she's at least 10 seconds walk away from me and... y'know... *whimpers*) I've seen her looking in my direction before now so I think I have some kind of chance... but that might be just my ego or her thinking "why the hell does that freak keep looking at me??)

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ANYWAY! I have no idea what I was getting to... it was something important but got sidetracked by pretty eyes, damnit.

What?

..No I have nothing interesting to say, I just wanted to shift my old journal entry... I have to "get up" in an hour and a half to get set off to work... I should sort out my weekend sleeping habits...