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Hello, my name is Savvas, and this is my blog. I usually hate these fucking things, but I'm going away for a bit and I need somewhere to put my thoughts down when I get a chance.
For those of you who don't know me, I run a few sites here and there, and I'm sort of a student.
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jux told me to call it that
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tee hee! -- Posted by Savvas on Wednesday, March 29 2006, 1:01 AM
just a bit of fun
progress -- Posted by Savvas on Tuesday, March 28 2006, 1:47 AM
it seems that invariably i do these things at ridiculous hours of the morning. it's 3.46am.
apparently tindeck doesn't like vbrs since it won't read the length and bitrate of this file. oh well, one more thing to fix come version two.
another rough draft -- Posted by Savvas on Monday, November 21 2005, 12:29 AM
It's much too early in the morning for all of this, for heaven's sake.
Hello Again -- Posted by Savvas on Monday, November 7 2005, 8:59 PM
I've decided to use this much abused blog to keep a record of my progress on the body of musical work I'm trying to put together in the probably vain hope of not having to ever write another line of fucking code again to make a living.
On that front, there's plenty of stuff that I am just completely incapable of expressing right now, but little breakthroughs and moments of progress mean it's getting a tiny bit easier as time passes.
It's been some months since I started and so far I have one complete song that I'm relatively happy with, and a few hundred patches that are in their embryonic stages, most of which will end up still-born or have their head caved in with a pointy rock.
The biggest problem is that it's starting to make me feel incredibly sick in the head. It's difficult to sleep most of the time and when I drift off I wake up every hour or so feeling like there's something very sinister going on and that nobody else has noticed. That could be medication-related but whatever the reason, it's Not That Fun.
Anyway, it was during one of those moments that I wrote this, groggy and unbalanced, and completely on autopilot.
o. m. g. -- Posted by Savvas on Wednesday, January 26 2005, 12:57 AM
Hey today was okay oh ya i almost forgot Its LIZA's BIRTHDAy and shes going to have a party tomorrow which is so kewl i cant wait its going to be the bomb. Well anywayz In Reading gosh the teacher pissed me off cuz like he assigned ur partners along time ago for this project and like my partner didnt even help me or nething so like today we had to present and i told me partner to read it in front of the class since he didnt even do nething. So then reading teacher said he was going to give me a lower grade cuz i didnt even do nething and it was like wat i did everything he just stood up there and read it. i got mad oh well. So anywayz 3rd period we had a test in English i thought it was easy hopefully i pass it. SO then 4th period was okay except albert m. wasnt there aww that sucked but it was still kewl cuz issac and robert were acting like retards like always and then the teacher moved me cuz supposely me and shelby were being too loud or whatever. Lunch was kewl well me lauren crystal and britany went to go play hacky sack and like ya it was kewl then me and Monica started walking around and we looked funny cuz we walked like near everyones tables so ya and then she started laughing cuz of some reason. So ya and then in Science gosh i hate that teacher me and reena were talking while she was talking but we didnt know she was looking at us and then she starts telling us all this stuff and then we were like all laughing and then she made us stay til the tardy bell but it was okay cuz i had her for advisory.SO then during math was funny cuz we had a substitute and like she looked weird her makeup and josh was all making fun of her and stuff.After skewl we had basketball practice gosh i was so tired and then i did really bad when we were scrimaging oh well. I g2g so Bye.......
this is a test -- Posted by Savvas on Sunday, April 11 2004, 7:52 PM
this may or may not be the most important thing you've ever read. fuckhead.
hello internet -- Posted by Savvas on Friday, December 19 2003, 10:25 PM
$400, 40 fish-fingers, four bottles of wine, three pizzas, two cartons of beer, one bottle of midori, and one indescribably horrific hangover later, I have discovered what a difference a social life can make.
But things are slowing down, and the reality of having to actually pay bills and make ends meet is beginning to set in, and trying to find a place to live when my time here is up is harder than I thought it would be.
Must soldier on I guess. As long as I can fulfil my dream of killing all humans I will be thoroughly satisfied.
how the fuck did that get there -- Posted by Savvas on Friday, December 5 2003, 12:38 AM
One hour and thirty minutes until I leave this town forever. And by forever I mean until Christmas. But after that, FOREVER. And by FOREVER I mean until I come back to visit dad two weeks after that.
Incidentally, I haven't actually packed any of my shit yet.
etc etc -- Posted by Savvas on Monday, November 10 2003, 10:11 PM
More than anything in the world, I want to be a musician.
I know it makes me a selfish fuck, but I want it more than I want world peace and more than I want an end to poverty and war and possibly more than I want George Lucas to fuck off and die.
But what I realised tonight, having pushed my way through the thick clouds of self-assuredness and delusion, is that I may not ever realise that dream.
What if this is it, for the rest of eternity; the furthest I'll ever come and the best I'll ever do? What then? Start living off the dole? Make shitty web-games for the rest of my fucking life?
But forget the doubt and fear.
I will try.
star wars rox lololol -- Posted by Savvas on Monday, October 13 2003, 10:02 AM
It's my birthday today.
war is over, if you want it -- Posted by Savvas on Thursday, October 2 2003, 10:35 PM
Job finished today. I can't say I'm particularly disappointed, either. There's only so much shit work, shit food, shit accommodation, and shit company that one can take before snapping.
I managed to make enough money to keep me quite comfortable until at least the middle of next year, and who knows where I'll be then.
Probably sitting in my bedroom on kazaa trying to find porn I haven't already seen five times.
i spent some money -- Posted by Savvas on Sunday, September 21 2003, 9:01 AM
Picture this.
Him: Oh, Savvas, would you mind cutting these heat pillows for me?
Me: Sure thing, me old matey, you salty old sea dog, rip-roaring mucker of the east and all things good and proper.
Him: Here's a knife and five pillows!
several minutes later
Me: Here are your pillows, kind sir.
Him: Thanks! Oh, by the way, did you wear a respirator? It's just that these pillows are packed with fibres which are an order of magnitude more dangerous than asbestos.
Me: Gosh!* Well, that was my day. How was yours?
* read: "You stupid fucking cunt!"
reep reep! -- Posted by Savvas on Friday, September 12 2003, 9:21 AM
Today I stood and watch thin needles of copper coruscate through the air like drops of golden rain. It was beautiful.
It's just a pity that copper needles tear the everloving shit out of your lungs, eventually leaving you a wheezing, rasping wreck of a human being. Mm indeed.
*chshhh* sentry to control; fuck off shut up *chshhh* -- Posted by Savvas on Tuesday, September 9 2003, 9:19 AM
Told a supervisor to go fuck himself today. Things might get interesting soon.
Heheh?
like kafka only shit -- Posted by Savvas on Monday, September 1 2003, 11:36 AM
There's a woman at the mine who fell over one day last week.
One moment she was watching men with jackhammers break clumps of bricks down for easy removal, and the next she was on the ground trying to remember who she was.
The doctors came and they took her away, and the work went on and people speculated. Probably just drunk, they thought. Probably fell over and hit her head.
She had an aneurism and nobody knew. They turned off her life support today.
he's leaving home -- Posted by Savvas on Monday, August 25 2003, 4:46 PM
I don't know if I can do this for 30 days straight. Getting up at 4.30pm, showering, eating dinner, going to work, standing up straight and staring at holes for 12 hours, coming home, eating breakfast, going to sleep, and repeating the cycle eight hours later. It's no wonder so many of my colleagues are insane.
I'm also going to have to leave here and move into one of the camps that houses the majority of the contract workers at the mine. I'm not sure of the details yet, but I don't think they have phone lines in any of the rooms, and I doubt they have any internet access anywhere in the camp, which effectively means that I'll be held incommunicado for the next two months.
Given that I have spent (according to mirc's online timer) an average of eight hours a day online every day for the last three years, you can imagine what that will be like.
Anyway, enough whining. Time to hit the road.
can't find pants -- Posted by Savvas on Sunday, August 24 2003, 7:32 AM
Just got home from my first day of work. This is what I have discovered:
• People giggle at the stupidest shit from 5.30am onwards.
• Canadian parents are fucked in the head. I'm working with a Canadian named Tim. His full name, and I'm not making this up, is Tim Tom. Tim Tom.
• 12 hours is a lot longer than you might think. More later on. Must sleep now.
bye you lizard scum, bye -- Posted by Savvas on Friday, August 22 2003, 6:28 PM
Got a call from Kerry at Mowatt Refractories (or Refineries or Reticulated Spline or whatever the fuck it's called). Apparently I'm working tomorrow night at 7pm, so I'll be leaving for Roxby in four hours. A bit sudden, but who gives a shit, it's not like I was particularly busy here.
The thing is, I have no idea how I'm going to make it to the mine every day, I have no idea where to go once I'm there, I don't know anyone else who's working with me, and I don't know exactly what job it is I'll be doing (I'm replacing someone who pulled out sick, so it won't be sentry work.)
Oh well. At least it'll be an adventure of sorts.
Also, I bought this because I wanted to use it on the bus, but now it looks like I won't get an opportunity to. Of course, I can still show it off to friends, family, and complete fucking strangers that I stop on the road once I get it, so all is not lost.
Well, time to pack my shit. I'll see you on the flipside.
fuck me drunk -- Posted by Savvas on Wednesday, August 13 2003, 11:33 AM
I was expecting to be paid for my induction, but $800? All I did was sit on my ass for three days and drink free coffee! Still, it was shit coffee.
Of course, when you take into account the fact that the first day of induction was the most traumatic experience I've ever had in my life, $800 seems like a trillion dollars too little -- and I'll tell you why.
I arrived at camp one (where the inductions were to be held) feeling optimistic that the day might bring knowledge, education, and riches.
Instead, to cut a long story short, I got a stomach cramp and needed to shit so badly that I thought I might die right there in the middle of the hastily constructed training theatre, with my hands clutching my ass in a desperate bid to hold back the tides of human fecal matter that were doing their best to force their way into my superman underpants.
Unfortunately, the only toilet in the place was a shitty little double-sided portacabin which had no doors and which the girls had decided to gather around during break time.
This meant that in order to successfully take the biggest shit of my life, I had to skillfully pick the perfect moment in time, when nobody was anywhere near the fucking portacabin, so nobody would be forced to be a part of what was sure to be a traumatic event for everybody involved.
Of course, I totally fucked it up, and had my pants around my ankles just in time for some big fat lumbering son of a bitch to come into the portacabin to use the fucking piss trough. I suppose he thought that seeing as we'd be showering naked together soon enough it wouldn't matter what else happened between us.
Unable to contain the poo any longer, I let go one of the most unholy, stinkiest turds known to man. Before I had even pinched it off the whole fucking cabin and a ten metre zone around it stunk like the dead prostitute under my bed, and small animals began to fall from the trees, gasping for pure, life-saving oxygen.
Now, looking a man in the eye after you've done something like that infront of them is a difficult thing, so I completely avoided that asshole for the rest of the day and, I hoped, for the rest of my life.
Of course, it transpires that our lockers are right next to each other, and so we'll be seeing each other twice a day on a regular basis for at least the next month.
Funny old thing, life.
sisters and networking -- Posted by Savvas on Monday, August 11 2003, 9:01 PM
I just spent the last few hours formatting my sister's computer so I could successfully install an ethernet card so we could share my computer's internet connection. I finished a few minutes ago, and I'm talking to my sister, who is sitting about ten meters away from me in her bedroom, via msn messenger.
It feels really fucking weird to talk to her like this, because I'm a different person online. A dirty, naughty person. One who runs porn sites and talks to insane witches with big tits and nice lips.
Oh well. I suppose she has to find out sooner or later.
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where are you?!
neotek says:
im in ur base
neotek says:
killing ur doods
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