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Today I have, for the first time in my life, had the pleasure of having been inside an IKEA store. While there, my thoughts were as follows:

Upon entering:
So this is what an IKEA is like.
Fuck, this place is busy.

After buying and making for the exit:
I should have packed a lunch.
I'm never going to make it out of here alive.
Short Cut my foot.
I've been here before. Drat!
Fuck, this place is busy.

Through a storage area towards the cash registers:
I'm at the nexus of the universe.
I feel so small.
Fuck, this place is busy.

At the registers:
There's like, an infinite row of these things.
Fuck, this place is busy.

And finally, waiting for the order to be collected:
So this is hell.
Fuck, this place is busy. O

Head

It's a bit chilly in here, in'it? O

Just An Idea
Perhaps the first thing you saw or noticed wasn't be best example of what it was. It's so many-faceted, you know. Tons of sides to each part. So it's all too understandable that, by chance – by sheer coincidence, what you thought to be the whole when you looked, turned out to be just a small (though important and very real) part of it.

Disappointment, however, looks the same from every angle. Inside or outside. O

Autumn
A month late, but I thought I had already posted this at some point, so I have an excuse. Nyah.

Look
There
Goes
A
No
ther
One O

Poppy
Mary Poppins was on TV this evening, and as a result (basic cause & effect, you know how it goes), I am pretty cheerful. Mary Poppins is undoubtedly one of the best movies in history.

Hence, I have made a flash something.
O

Travel Far
Believing I am infinite enables me to venture out to find my limits.
O

Best Wishes!
A modest graphic. O

Multisimplicity
I suppose it was only a matter of time before an event like me creating a LiveJournal would occur. I'm not going to use it — I don't have enough material to spread over two logs. Some people I know are capable of it, but I am not.

Seeing as how LiveJournal offers much more restrictions of the layout than other logging systems, I decided I would try and hack the layout I chose from the presets, using a very nice custom-made stylesheet (much adoring the !important suffix of property-value pairs to give them more weight). This hacking, however, does not work. LJ is closed shut and ruthlessly removes any attempt of mine to sneak a stylesheet in between the post code.

Ah well, such is life. At least it's not too horrible a layout. You should see the other ones. Hoo-boy.

Details of why I was brought to the act of creating an 'LJ' are readily available in its first and only post.

I have a few small issues with LiveJournal. Let it be said that my criticism of LiveJournal does not extend to those who use it. 'Course not. The issues are as follows:

It's A Closed Group

There seems to be a lot of effort from the way LJ's systems are built to create a community of people that are separate from the rest of the blogosphere. I have no idea why that is and seems like a silly endeavour to me. I could be way off base here, but such is the vibe I'm getting.

No Control

I can set a few layout options, but that's it. I don't have the possibility to edit the source code of my posts template. If I want my own layout, I have to whip up a few dollars. I don't mind paid accounts getting a few more benefits, but customisation should be in the Free section. I can't even link to whomever I choose: LJ users have a 'friends' list which can only contain other LJ users. I demand Freedom Of Layout, damnit!

O

Look
I close my eyes so I can see better inside. O

I’m So Sorry
Like I was air. How rude. I deserve a little 'bye' when you board a train, even though you were heavily chatting with a couple others, separated by only a few feet from the group I was with. We're all a big family here, or is that naive of me? O

Word Of Advice
I must be doing something right. O

15 Seconds
I've been interviewed over at SomethingLeet.
O

The Liquid Self
O

Aw
The funniest thing I've seen in a long time.

http://www.lectrr.be/scifindex/dorkside.php?ID=15

Excuse the political/ethical incorrectness of it.
Its still funny. O

Fiction
'It's sad,' he said, looking straight ahead.
'What is?' she asked.
They were sitting closely next to each other in the classroom, at their computers. A couple of students had brought a decent sound system and had hooked it up to one of the machines. The music filled the room and the atmosphere was good.
'The music is. Right here. It's good, the sound and all, but music is best enjoyed when you can actually take time to listen to it. Right now, we're also doing other things and the sound just flows by us. It's best if you can just sit down and lose yourself in it, you know, like with a good—'
While talking, he had turned his head to look at her, and saw that she was looking at him, listening. He looked into her eyes, and completely forgot what he was talking about. O

Good Or Bad
Everybody likes me because I don't do anything to them.
Even the people I don't fancy all that much like me. How's that for irony. O

Other News
My NaNoWriMo thingy.
Visitors and readers may already have noticed the stagnation.
I yield.
13,140 words.
It's too bad I didn't make it to 50,000. There is a very mild Don't I suck feeling present, but having written 13,000 words in two weeks is an amazing enough achievement for me as it is. So I'm not exactly unhappy. I gave it my best shot, and it was a good shot.

Next year, perhaps. O

Kill Will
Just back from the cinema. € 8,-

I was hoping to see a serious flick, but that hope was gone as soon as the blue house in the suburbs appeared. I didn't expect it to be a tongue-in-cheek movie. In fact, I didn't want it to be a tongue-in-cheek movie. *Sigh*

The movie isn't nearly as dark and dirty as the introduction scene (you know, where Billy wipes the blood from (...)'s face) promises. The introduction is possibly the best part of the movie.

It's a Part One and it's dragging scenes out merely to fit that label. I think it could easily have been a 2.5 hour, single volume movie which would have benefited the pace.

Various scores, 7 and above, for the fight scenes. The thug-massacre, an 8 for that. Especially the disco-type scene. It interestingly had a whole lot in common with the Smith-massacre in The Matrix Reloaded. I must say I liked the Matrix scene better.

8.5, for the control over camera, music, scene-cutting and framing, even though I've seen better. Or maybe I've just liked better. I, for one, am nothing short of in love with quiet scenes, such as, excuse me, in the first Matrix, where Neo is first sat down in the agent's office interrogation room. The way Smith's unbinding of Neo's file is portrayed is just plain heaven.

Oh,
11++++ for the animated scenes, of course. Can't beat that. Seriously. Makes me wish the entire movie was animated.

All in all, I think if you cut the jokes and the overdone blood, you'd have a seriously great movie. The humour bits and pools of red water are very distracting and add zero zip nada to the movie. Perhaps Tarantino was afraid of taking himself seriously.

PS.
After writing this, I stumbled over this review. I assure you nothing was copied. O

Not So Stumped
I had a strange internet problem which prevented my getting online.

Despite urban legend, the UPC helpdesk got me online very quickly and painlessly.

I'm just a little bit troubled that, for some reason, it cost me a Euro a minute, which added up to € 20,- for a five-second-fix problem. An expensive hardware-reset, no doubt. Maybe a glitch over at Vodafone caused all rates to be ten times what they're supposed to be. O