Epiphany Revision

The fact that this (the one previous) post is quite similar to the last (before the post in question...) is coincidental and completely retarded. Clearly I have nothing new to say to the world.

I am a boring, uninspired toaster. 

...who has apparently bad taste (in the most general sense).

Epiphanies and Video-games

So, at this late (not very late but it feels late considering I didn't go to bed last night) hour I have come to the fairly unsurprising conclusion that I am a lazy cunt. Pardon my German.

I've been on my Christmas holidays for nearly two weeks now and the most proactive thing I've done is when I went out and bought Fable III (that I had been eyeing since it first came out), which, I will add was on sale and I got it for a terrific twelve euro.

Now I'm just playing the damned thing all day...

I almost have no time to spend my usual countless hours on facebook...

I had planned to spend my time blogging about things that are worth while, things that people might actually want to read.

As I write this post I realise that this will probably never be read since there's no embedded links and that I have no following. I am the only person that reads my blog.

If one should read this they may note that some of my posts actually have a few "responses" but I will enlighten you now by saying that these are just my own attempts at making my blog look busy.

I have also experienced a slight epiphany that I may not really be God, which, as one can imagine, is difficult to accept...

Drifting to Epiphany

5 seconds away from drifting to sleep..

And I decide to write a new blog post instead!

Facebook is weird. And I say that lovingly considering I spend most of my life on it (that's not an exaggeration). I have facebook friends that I don't think I've ever spoken to in real life yet have had full-blown discussions with online.

I suppose my immunity to stir-craziness is turning out to be a bad thing...

Moving on from that epiphany; today's music:

Song of the Day

Give it up for EDDIEEE

FRAK YEAH

When I think about BSG and how long it's been since the series finale I get quite emotional. The show was epic and I miss it. So when I saw this article on what BSG: The Animated Series would look like I was ecstatic! Even though I knew this was just some artist on Deviant Art making fan art I had hopes that the Galactica would return. 

I'm not a super BSG nerd; I never watched the original show. And unfortunately I can't bring myself to watch the original ever. Why? Because I'm still in love with the '04-'09 version. I hated Caprica. It nearly ruined BSG for me. I loved the idea, but it was poorly written and executed. So, imma thinking, by this logic, I actually don't want to see another spin-take of the show... (There is actually going to be another spin set to air sometime next year in '12 which I am both excited and bummed about.)

BUT then I recall how much I like the Clone Wars (and this one) and how that opened up whole new narratives to the franchise. The way it was animated too, was awesome. 

Yes, I've convinced myself. An animated comeback would be very welcome. It could possibly focus around some character we have never met before and everything could be from their perspective. Maybe a passenger on one of the other ships? That could be watchable.. Yes, yes...

Good. Fine, so say we all. 

Most Annoying Character on TV Right Now

And the winner is...

Emma Swan

Pure emotion.

Swan is the main character of the new show Once Upon A Time, and she is one of the few protagonists that make me root for the bad guy. Frankly, the show is nothing special but it gets just that bit worse whenever this gem of an actress enters the picture. She seems to have only one feeling, bitterness. And the scowling look that's on her face the whole time is given another dimension when you hear her growling sardonic voice. I hated her on House and I hate her still. I hope they can find a way to kill her off and replace her with someone more likeable, or just make the other chick the main character.

Today's LOVE Interest

EVAN PETERS

I remember seeing this guy in Kick-Ass and thinking "man, he's pretty fine", but the thought died when Aaron Johnson kept re-entering the picture. But just recently when I started watching American Horror Story (and by this I mean I've watched the first episode and I'm too scared to watch anymore 'cos imma wimp...) and he's incredibly good looking. I think he was the only thing that got me through watching the first episode but now I'm going to dig deep and watch another one 'cos I miss his face.  

Btw, that's not Aaron Johnson..

Nemesis

Right now, I'm trying to do an essay on Kierkegaard and Feminism... How many words have I written?

39


It's due noon tomorrow and I've left it till now because I'm an absolute ledge.

This is a direct representation of Soren Kierkegaard and it is by all means meant to insult, my only regret is that I am not it's author.

   

Walking On Air

Even though I've always found wearing Converse extremely uncomfortable (I have unusually high arches) I can still appreciate their awesomeness. Now, it would be really cool if I could get a pair with Nathan Fillion's ass on the side of them.

Oh, yes.

Call me a racist but...

I like them Asians.

He has no idea...

Dear Diary...

EXAMS.
The absolute bane of my existence.
Kill. Me. Now.
My brother, annoyingly, has an impressive eleven exams to sit in May whilst I only have four, so now I've lost my licence to complain, which I never really had to begin with since it was pretty much the same situation last year. And the year before...



On a lighter note, I found this awesome new website today that encourages the use of pictures of actual faces rather than smileys ( e.g. :P ) to express your emotions on social networking sites. I have to say, I got a bit carried away with it and I'm not sure my if facebook friends respect me anymore... The whole process of finding an adequate picture to suit what I'm trying to evoke and then copying and pasting it takes a lot longer than typing a two, or even three, character gesture. So, by the time I've responded the person at the other end of the conversation has already moved on thus I have concluded that this site should not be used during conversation. It's more of a long, thoughtful discussion piece, where participants take their time coming up with witty remarks rather then quick replies.

I was on the Luas (Dublin tram) today, sitting beside an old lady. Opposite to us where two "young hip fellows" (I'm in ol' lady character) and they were conversing in a most obtrusive manner; swearing at every chance they had. There was simply no need for such language. Honestly.
It was pretty funny, though. The old lady kept puffing and tutting and rolling her eyes and the two guys didn't take any notice of her whatsoever, meanwhile about a dozen other people were observing her very closely. But I was too scared to laugh; I didn't want her rolling her eyes at me!
In hindsight, it was a little indecent of them to be cursing quite so much in such a tight space as there was no place for all the poor old ladies to go. There is a blasphemy order in Dublin, which I'm principally against since I think it violates our freedom rights, but I do think there are certain times where one must try to be more mindful of other peoples right too.

Like, fuck sake.

Dream Home : The Wardrobe

Right now, my wardrobe is about three feet across and it stands from floor to ceiling. It's a piece of furniture. In my dream home this would simply not work. I can't just go out to Ikea and buy a flat packed closet and come home and spend the day assembling it. This wardrobe is an entire space on it's own, that will serve not only as mere storage space for my infinite amounts of couture, but it will be used as a gallery to display my prized possessions and to also gaze upon them while sipping cocktails with my friends.



I grew up watching Carrie rustle through her magical wardrobe on Sex and the City but it was only when the film came out (the first one) that I really wanted a walk-in. The closet she had in her flat was lovely the way it flowed from her bedroom into her bathroom and you know you couldn't possibly go through it with spreading your arms out and stroking her clothes as you strutted past. Her closet in the movie, however, is nothing shy of divine as it gleams in white wood and glass. When she opens the double doors to get her first look at the heavenly room you can imagine a choir singing in the background as a single white dove flies off into the light...
As with everything in my home, my wardrobe will be unspeakably awesome as it is not bound by what is possible in today's world. I've searched the internet relentlessly and come to the conclusion that I'm going to have to make everything myself (because I'm just little miss handy) since nobody else seems to have the same design aesthetic as I do. In my mind...

Although I am not inclined towards minimalist design, Carrie's bright white wardrobe appeals to me. Another distinctly white yet not quite as minimalist wardrobe is that of Mariah Carey. Ever since I spied her immaculate closet in In Style magazine I was in love with it. As I gazed upon her covetable shoe collection I knew- I had to have a shoe space that not only matched hers but was superior in every aspect. To achieve this, I think the only way is up! Taking a leaf out of Eva Longoria's book (see her wardrobe); a ladder would be really awesome to have, perhaps even something that can whiz around the whole wardrobe! Maybe even electronically! Of course, one cannot overlook the design of even the most basic things. I am a fan of iron work, I like the way it's very heavy. Wood (or dare I say plastic?!) just seems too flimsy for my taste.

So, imagine the ladder on the right to have all the features of the ladder on the left. And imagine it to have more like twenty steps rather than a puny nine. I love the colour of the left ladder, the gold detailing on the wheels look wonderful. And actually, I do quite like the wooden handrails, they're dark and antique looking. But, it still seems a bit too plain. Perhaps, I will have the entire ladder to be made of gold? No, that might come off as tacky...
I love animals; they inspire me and they are lovely to look at. A few bronze animals wouldn't go terribly amiss somewhere on the ladder. Elephants, lions, dragons or pigs would look wonderful adorning the rails, steps and wheels.

Now, although I've ranted on and on about such stark white marble, which looks gloriously clean and would allow my massive collection to be the soul focal point, it would be unlike me to choose something so plain. Instead, I've found this fantastic polished concrete floor with swirling motifs and florals. Whether or not I'll choose this particular design, I'm unsure. The flowers are sweet but I might incorporate it with something I'm especially interested in like Indian henna designs, Celtic knots, Mexican skulls or steampunk cogs and mechanics.
When I think about walking around barefoot on concrete I get the chills a bit, so, I'm thinking CARPET. Yeah. Obviously I'm not going to cop out on any ordinary carpet, no. What I've found is a work of art. The carpets that I'm looking at here are byHenzel and quite frankly I would settle for any of their stuff; I saw this lion and I almost sighed...
But the carpet that really sold it for me was this (on the left), Northern Lights. I love the bright splodges of colour and I think it would be a perfect contrast against all the hard, dark materials I would be using. Of course, this is a rug, not a carpet, but I am all powerful so whatever I want: I get.
The carpet will rug along the centre the entire space, save about fifteen centimetres of the polished concrete that will act as skirting on the floor around all the shelving units, and a small, concrete dining area.
What's this? A dining area in your wardrobe? Yes. A dining area. In my wardrobe. I wouldn't be eating a five course meal in here, but it would be charming to share a few cocktails and cakes with friends as we pranced around in Louboutins and various bits of princess-wear. :)
The dining area would be a raised corner of the room of substantial size, using the polished concrete. There would be a couch, table and a few other small chairs. Obviously I would want all the furniture to be as comfortable as possible, maybe even stretch to make it casual (this word really wouldn't exist in my house...), and so I have found this fabulously luxurious couch from Bretz, though quite understated. On the site it says you can substitute the leather covered buttons with Swarovski crystals,  and well, as I always say: when you can, you should. Also, it looks a bit too red, I'd have re-upholstered with greyish-brown velvet. Then, just to round it off, I found this (below left) absolutely exquisite armchair by Alessandro Mendini. The bronze detail would compliment the other components in the room. And lastly for the dining area, there must be a table, and this is the one I found. It's a nineteenth century marble top coffee table with a new iron base and I think it's enchanting.
The lighting would be inconspicuous, the room would be fully lit but one would never know where it was sourced. Also, this room would probably be a central room and would have no windows, however, as this would obviously be connected in some way to my bedroom, I'd say it should probably be located on the top floor, making it possible to have a skylight. And, I know, this would give me the chance to put in some stained glass, but NO! I would prefer this room to have a clear skylight, spanning the entire ceiling, to welcome in as much natural light as possible. Natural light? B-but... SILK!! Yes, yes, this is where the technology that may or may not be available right now comes into the picture...
And finally, what wardrobe would be complete without an abundance of mirrors? Yes, well, along with many floor-to-ceiling regular mirrors, there will be MOSAIC MIRRORS just to jazz things up some.

Thee History of Science Fiction

Dream Home : The Pool

I spend a lot of my time imagining my dream home. It has been developing in my mind for several years now and it really is nothing short of spectacular. When I imagine my home, I don't generally limit myself to today's architecture and science, so, for the most part, my dream home will probably never manifest itself in reality...
Today I found a swimming pool that would fit perfectly with my Gothic architecture:

This is the pool from the Gellert Spa in Budapest. I really love the natural light coming from the ceiling and the balconies. I would change the colour scheme though, and change the shapes a bit (especially the balconies). And the textures aren't what I like. I'd probably mosaic most of the walls with blues and greens. And I like Roman designs but they're too obvious to use with a pool. Bright and bold is what I'd go for.

The pool would be no exception to the scheme of the whole house, which is opulence, decadence and simply sinful over-abundance.
When it comes to design I don't mind if things make sense, I just like things to look beautiful. On the walls either side of the pool, I would have wonderfully intricate mosaics depicting various forms of wildlife. Colour is very important, since the room has no actual objects in it aside from the pool I think it's necessary that you're drawn to various aspects of the space. There would be fish and squid swimming in the skies with the sun and the stars overlooking peacocks, tigers, snakes and other interesting animals. It wouldn't be constricted to any particular style of mosaic, as you can see below:

The style in this mosaic clearly differs from the fish (above). The overall mural would not be constrained to one particular style and will flourish and thrive off of each kind of design. There would be a vast mixture of colours, shapes and sizes, varying from great dragons to small delicate butterflies.
Like with this peacock, the animals and designs may not be simply pictures on flat surfaces, so may come away from the walls creating depth and more interest.
























Apart from sheer style, the pool would be brilliantly engineered. At the touch of the button, the floor of the pool would rise to the surface allowing the pool room to be used as a kind of ballroom (although this is completely unnecessary considering there would already be an awe inspiring ballroom, but if you can- you should).
Along with this fabulously unnecessary gizmo, the pool would be filled with hi-tech gadgets that may very well in production today! (Who can keep up with my imagination, really?)
I scoured the internet for a full two minutes but I couldn't find any examples to show you so I'll just have to paint you a picture.
There will be underwater speakers, so you can listen to your favourite music while you're doing laps (very short laps in my case). Now I know there are waterproof speakers but do they actually sound the same underwater? I heard Bill Gates had underwater speakers in his pool, they were at a different frequency so you could only hear them underwater. If it's good enough for Bill, it'll do for me.
Along with the sound there simply must be picture, don't you think? Instead of having a matching mosaic floor there would be a TV screen. Yes, yes, I know it's a bit ridiculous, but it would be AWESOME. It would look thee shizz for parties. It wouldn't be focused on actual tv shows or the news (obviously. Although when I think about it, it would be pretty sweet just having the news updates in my pool...), instead it would be used for more vibrant music videos, cartoons and films (eg. SCOTT PILGRIM, oh yeah). I don't mind mismatching things, so I would probably be listening to something different outside the pool to whatever going on inside. Of course, there would probably be some noise coming from the pool, like a buzz or a humming from whatever is playing underneath the water, but because my home isn't limited by the laws of physics this wouldn't be an issue.
And besides, by the time anyone has enough money to actually build this house, the things that are impossible now will surely be very possible.

Loomings

There's never anything special about a specific time of year. Christmas, Halloween, Valentines. My kid sisters wake up at the crack of dawn on Christmas day but you couldn't get me up even if you waved a fifty over my face. I slept right through last Halloween and Valentines is just another day at college. Well, that would have been the case if I'd actually gone to college today.

Pretending is a bad thing. You shouldn't do it. You should be doing what your pretending to be doing. You know you should be doing what you're pretending to be doing otherwise why would you be bothered keeping up appearances at all?

"The naming of Panentheism leads to the world's redemption"... WTF?
College is becoming an empty, very confusing void. One that I got myself into knowingly but at the same time I was hopeful. I started this course thinking it would spark an interest in me, which it did. But the interest I have in it is slowly being replaced with unanswerable questions. Such as: Where will this take me? What am I going to be qualified for? Will I do another course after? What THEE FUCK am I doing?
I am thinking I might go into journalism after, but it's becoming increasingly apparent that I have no writing skills. Teaching? Fuck no. I've gandered down that road too many times. You need to like people to teach them. You need to be a good communicator. I had a presentation to give to the class last semester and it sucked the life out of me. What should have been a twelve minute presentation was shortened to less than five. It was appalling. If everyone was as immature as me I would have been booed off stage.
Perhaps on a positive note, I'm only a senior freshman. I still have two more years after this to figure out what I should do. Maybe something might come to me on the Berlin trip that's coming up. We'll be drinking the German's under the table; I come up with fabulous ideas when I'm drunk.
That's a lie.

PYROMANIAC

I got off the Luas today after seeing Never Let Me Go (which is a very lovely film. Carey Mulligan and Andrew Garfield were brilliant in it, and so was Keira Knightley, as usual, but I hate her, so...) in Dundrum and there was a bin ON FIRE. It was quite exciting but I couldn't hang around to watch it go through the motions of smoking, first sparks, full on flames and then death because there were people around and I didn't want to look like a pyromaniac...
Got to keep up appearances, y'know?

Over-Eager-Beaver

I posted this on my facebook a few days prior to setting this blog up. I'm posting it here now for two reasons, one: to make it look like I'm actively blogging, and two: because it's AWESOMENESS should be shared with all of humanity.

Now, although my blog has only got three views (which I'm sure are just me), I have to maintain believing that this can be a success and that I will create an adoring fan club who respond to all of my posts with an "eager-beaver" kind of way about them.

But, alas. One can only dream...

No need to be scared.

Yesterday, for approximately twenty minutes I thought a lady was going to EAT MY FACE AND USE MY BLOODY HEAD AS A STAMP. A few of us crowded around an office discussing our troubles. As the queue of students became longer we all started to lose our nerve. "What's she going to do with us?" many wondered. I did not know, I was preoccupying myself with the shape and colour of the clouds outside of the window. There was a fabulous purplish shadow on the underside of the thin, sweeping whisps. Even though I had already had my fill of desserts for the day (complements of my mum), the clouds seemed to spark an interest in my belly.

My thought was interrupted with the sound of a short, high-pitched gasp of the now collectively terrified crowd of students. The lady we feared popped her head out of the door and asked "Who's next?" and an unwilling member of our congregation stood up slowly and was snatched. The girl who came with me, my partner in crime, saw this and tried to make a break for it. "I can't do it! It's too much!" I pulled her back and calmed her down. "We've got to do this," I said, "If we don't, WE'RE DEAD."

One by one, each of us was lured into the chamber of fate. One by one, we were each faced with our ULTIMATE DOOM. After their meeting with the Devil, each victim reappeared with an expressionless face, like as if their very souls had been sucked out of them. "She's going to steal our souls..."

Luckily, this was not the case. She ended up being really quite lovely and we only met for an amazing forty seconds. This brief moment was filled with laughter and good times. The reason for my being there ended up being a system error. 

Of course, I could have left the room relieved and joyous to alleviate some stress from my frightened fellows, but why? Instead I opted for the same dumb-struck look of horror that I had seen on every other clown. Because I'm a nice person. 

In the beginning:

There was a blank space that needed to be filled with awe and wonder. The Messiah came along and noticed this void and promptly placed her dibs upon it. This is how this web log came into being.
At first the Messiah knew not what to put inside her blog, it seemed so vast and full of possibility. She, coming from an artistic background, hated the thought of a blank canvas and so decided to spew random, meaningless thoughts onto her blog.
And so the tale went on...