In other, non-wedded bliss related, news…

I still don’t have any remote FTP access so updating my site in any shape, form or fashion is on hold for the moment. I’ll update when I again have access. Hopefully that won’t be too long.

And to top things off, it looks like Bravenet, the service that I get my free polls and guestbook and such from, was hacked while I was away and they’ve blocked outside access to their site while they investigate the breach. Unfortunately this makes many of my pages not load properly as your browser searches for images and information that currently isn’t there. And as I have no access to my ftp, I can’t comment out the offending HTML. So you’ll all just have to suck it up and wait, just like me.

Well, I’m back from my honeymoon. I apparently survived the wedding and the subsequent trip to Maui. I had a great time and things went off without too many problems… unfortunately like all good things in the world, I remember only little snapshots here and there. I keep finding that I’m unable to remember the events of the whole day all at once. It’s like my mind will only let me view snippets of the event to protect me from the vast scope of everything that was happenning around me. I focus on one thing and everything else blurs out. It is a strange way to feel but for some reason I don’t mind. It feels right. Like each little snippet or snapshot is brought into clearer focus because of the lack of distracting background noise.

Oh well, I guess that is the nature of the beast. Maybe one day humanity will have the capability to comprehend events in a larger scope but for now we’ll all just have to deal with living in a snapshot reality.

Later…

As many of you are no doubt aware, there have been very few updates to the page as a whole recently. I’d like to take this time to apologise to the three of you that are regular readers and give a brief explanation as to the reasons why.

In the forefront of my excuses is the fact that I’m getting married in… three days *HOLY CRAP!!!!!* and I find that my time is spent thinking about what happens next rather than what part of the site needs updating.

Secondly, and perhaps the more valid reason (at least from a technical standpoint), is the fact that I am currently away from home and my ISP has inanely decided to limit FTP access to the IP’s attached to their server only. So remote updates are currently impossible and my ISP, in standard big business fashion, remains mute to my help requests on this subject.

So, until things change, you’ll only get the occasional blog post here and there to let you know I’m alive.

Anyways… I’m off to burn some CDs for the wedding and screw the record companies out of a few more pennies. Later

Okay… for those of you who were wondering (and yes I am sure there was at least one of you because I could hear the gerbil wheel inside your head squeaking), CH₃CH₂OH is the chemical formula for Ethyl Alcohol. The substance found in 90% of most alcoholic beverages. Forshame on all of you for not knowing that.

Anyways… on to other topics.

So here I am in Texas, nine days before I get married and I still have no clue as to what I’m going to say to the woman I love. My vows are seemingly impossible to write. I keep coming up against that dreaded blank wall of a writer’s block every time I try to find words that do her justice. It’s annoying me, I’ve had this block for about a month and a half now and it’s starting to get frustrating. And it’s not just with my vows, it has been pretty much anything that I’ve written (or tried to write) lately. I hope I can work my way through or around it soon…

Do you ever wonder if we’re getting dumber as we progress further down the evolutionary path?

I mean I am always in awe about the amount of things that I know nothing about, and yet feel that I should be aware of them, at least in passing. Even with my awe looming in front of me, I still hunger and thirst to learn. I get scared though when I think that I may not have the capacity to learn all I want too. That somewhere down the line due to culture, genetic drift, random genome mutation, and whatnot the limits of my mind were set and once I reach that point, *Poof* that’s it. Either I start to intentionally forget things to make room, or just don’t learn anymore.

It’s an interesting and sobering thought. We’re told that we generally only use 10% of our brains. I wonder how long it will be before we can say that we use 11% and I wonder if we will ever admit it when we start falling to use only 9%? I would hate to start having to pick and choose which things to know and which to remain ignorant of. I guess I’m just too damn greedy for knowledge for my own good. I want to know it all. Omniscience is my goal and I plan to claw my way there any way I can.

Possibly more will come later after I disect these thoughts a little further.

Today’s Random Musing was brought to you by the chemical formula CH₃CH₂OH (Points if you know what that is without looking it up), the Number 3 and a Great White North Pizza.

Today is Friday. I’m feeling kind of run down and lazy today so I’ve decided to pass the time by spamming you all with a few quizzes. I might decide to do some serious writing later today, but for now all you get are the quizzes.

—- Editor’s Note —-

Quiz Images deleted due to the annoyance factor they caused by not lining up properly. Instead, here are the links to the quizzes.

What Fruit Are You?

Which kind of Frog are you?

Take the Which Elvis Are You? quiz

Which Internal Organ are you?

Find out which Dead Russian Composer you are

Bugger. I really hate a blank page that continuously stays blank. Especially after writing so much drivel the other night. Now I’m staring at those couple paragraphs and wondering what, if anything, I can salvage from them… and how to go about doing it.

Some days I really wish I could just photocopy my head and, instead of getting a rather bad picture of myself being blinded, words and thoughts would appear. Then all I’d have to do would be to organise my notes.

Oh well. No one ever said it would be easy. Once more into the breach I go. Perhaps if I stare at the page long enough it will start accepting the right words out of fear or something.

G’nite.

Don’t you ever wake up some days and wish you were someone else.

Today brought that wish to me. I woke up, realized that first couple of paragraphs of the novel I’d started writing few days ago were utter shite (without even rereading them), and really wished that I was The Neil for awhile. Or at the very least, that I had his creative talent.

*sigh*

Oh well, back to work on the novel, or maybe the website, Hrrrrm, maybe I should shower first.

Bah! Anyways, later.

And in continuing that last thread. Here is a fairly analytical and interesting review of the Movie and what led up to its making

Broken down into three parts here are the links.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Hi… Umm, my name is Greg and I’m a Lord Of The Rings Junkie.

Its been about umm, sixteen years. It all started on twelfth birthday when I was given an innocuous black boxed set containing the Lord of the Rings in three volumes and The Hobbit.

Being a carefree, intelligent young lad and unaware of the impact these books held within their pages, I innocently flopped down and began to read them one winter’s morn.

I… I… can’t really describe the feeling that came over me as I immersed myself into those pages. I was immediately drawn into these books and they slowly worked their magic on my system. I was transported into the endless vaults of my mind where the fields were ever verdant and lush, the forests dark and sinister and to the east was always Mordor…

These seemingly simple books ensorcelled me with images of kindly (yet vastly incomprehensible) old wizards, ancient and wise elves, carefree hobbits and tragically noble men. From the day I opened the first pages I knew I was hooked. Yet I did not fear, I embraced the books as my precious own and delved into them time and time again. Every few years I’d pick them up and reread the words that had first ensnared me. I would feed my addiction with other works by other authors and they would satiate my desires for the moment but my mind was ever drawn back to the beginning… like… like the ring trying to find its master.

As my addictions grew, and I satiated my thirsts with other works, somehow… somewhere, I managed to put the books down and move on. Or so I thought.

I… I… I thought I had put it all behind me. I had been clean and sober from that musty tome for over five years. B…bb-but then it happenned. Other addicts like myself had been driven mad b..by the books and had finally forged a film that they hoped would praise the work.

I fretted over this. I tried to ignore the hype. I tried not to think of this new lure. I put my mind to other things and desperately sought to free my mind from its clutches but alas, I was snared.

I gave in to the hype and bought a single volume edition of the Tome because my older ones were now falling to bits out of sheer overuse. I dove joyfully back into the pages and l felt the giddy headrush that a man dying of thirst feels when he at last tastes water again.

I was in heaven. The movie came and I watched with ritualistic awe at the masterpiece in front of me. Sure it wasn’t a word for word retelling, but without change there cannot be growth and the changes I saw were not drastic or blasphemous enough to stir my purist soul.

I’ve only seen the film once, but only because I haven’t had the time to see it more than that. If I could…. I am certain I would be able to sit through 4 showings straight without moving.

I’m Greg and I’m a Lord Of The Rings Addict. *cackles madly then puts on a ring and dissapears*