I have returned. I my faithful readers and those so hapless as to find themselves in the vicinity of this rather eccentric site, welcome. To reiterate the identity of this strange blogger now conveying his thoughts to you and the blog which he claims as his, I shall reintroduce both. My name as far as possible is not to be mentioned in this site but I will go under the nom de plume, or nickname, of nihploD, which has no bearing to any apparent eccentric facet of this site (dednetni msacras). This blog itself, is dead. I have established this unusual category for my blog simply to give me the freedom to blog only in short burst over long periods of time. Simply put, calling my blog dead allows me to be lazy. Nevertheless there shall be countless witticisms referring to the dead status of this blog. To learn more, grab a snack (some might take this seriously … and some prefer a dictionary … most don’t bother) and read on …
I am here to reason you today towards an observation I have made in my time observing the very alive community surrounding my existence within the confines of this dead blog and of course the semi consciousness of my actual self. I am going to present you with a theory not unlike the MYSTY-X theorem that I consider one of my greatest epiphanies (ideas, to those who need translation).
Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you, the Principle of Conservation of Genius [PoCo-G]. A simple explanation that may or may not put the greatly pressured minds of my good readers sitting for the taxing, demanding, nerve-wrecking, absolutely stressful requirement in today’s day and age that countless governments subtly and passively (or so it would seem so) force upon us under threats of having no future in the ever harrowing rat race of life. In short, those who may be sitting for exams at the present moment you are reading this may find this amusing.
This philosophy [PoCo-G] was sparked by many events including a recent brush that my actual living counterpart had with an operation carried out under controlled conditions, which normally yields less than satisfactory results, to establish or illustrate the known law by that famous philosopher, (may he forever be remembered for stating simple logic) Isaac Newton, the Principle of Conservation of Momentum. It was also the indirect result of a differing of opinions regarding my interpretation of the latter principle between my actual self and new and old acquaintances AB amehR and nahC noraA in the baL scisyhP. And lastly the word Genius used is in reference and homage to that celebrated figure whose name has been plagiarized by the afore mentioned AB amehR for her dog (that’s gratitude for you) and has a freakish resemblance to my own, Einstein.
Now I will reveal my newfound and highly assumed inference …
The Principle of Conservation of Genius states that the usable quantity of the facility that we employ in pursuit of all things intellectual does not (or rather has a high improbability to) diminish notwithstanding that this quantity does not increase after a certain period in a normal individual’s life but rather diminishes at a not very constant rate when acted upon by external or internal forces.
And now … translation: (as much needed as for the conglomeration of intellectual mish mash presented by my beloved gnohC .rM)
There have always, as far as I can remember, been, in my life, instances where someone has pointed out that the human brain cells undergo considerable growth of new neurons (main brain cells that are important) after birth (which apparently explains the fact that a newborn’s head is of a considerably large proportion to it’s body), slowing considerably in the first years. Although others do tell me that it is unclear whether growth stops altogether or dwindles to the point we can't tell any more and research is currently being carried out to confirm the matter. Hence, your brain cells are precious and limited. There is also constant superstition that strong external forces on the cranial area can kill these cells. Either way I think it will be fair to say internal forces definitely do and they do die off from natural causes. Therefore, our brain cells are dying and reinforcements are nowhere to be found so we are in danger of becoming stupid.
Do not fear my valiant readers, the PoCo-G ensures you that this won’t happen. This principle works on the other popular “fact” that human beings only employ approximately 1% of our brain and the great Einstein used only 10%. Disregarding the fact that all manner of brain related equipment that would have had the capacity to verify that were virtually non-existent in his day there is supposedly scientific evidenced to show that we do use a minimal amount of our brain. One might question how this piece of information has any relation to the impending doom that must overtake us as we descend into idiocy, others might already have begun to see my “drift” (see? I can’t use small unofficially English words … they sound strange here) and others still have already given up reading. Persevere my readers … I read Charles Dickens … feel inferior (unless of course)
This basically means that as you only use 1% of your already small brain (in reference to the volume of your entire body) the probability that any external or internal force or natural causes will diminish the amount of currently used neutrons or glial cells is infinitesimal (or small, very small … well, ok just a 1% chance). So, you can essentially destroy 99% of your brain without making a single significant reduction to your already, however pathetic you think it is, IQ level. Consequently, my dear readers, go forth, and partake in totally brain harmful events of which I shall not begin to imagine, submit your cranial capacities to an extremely but not altogether harmful external force (feeling like banging your head against the wall yet? … (π) (major inside joke)) and do not fear for your smarts they are protected by the law of averages and probabilities.
I now absolve myself from all action possibly detrimental to your brain cells that you may choose to undertake regardless of the fact that I stand by PoCo-G that the possibility of it actually decreasing your intelligence is highly unlikely.
Credits to droW tfosorciM, yrreP and tenretnI ehT
I sign sincerely,
nihploD, a dead blogger returned
Saturday 21 November 2009
Wednesday 24 December 2008
This post, short as it is, is STILL longer than my Y-chromosome
Hey my livelier counterparts (both abundant in genes and no),
Let's face it, it takes a lot to wake the dead and if you would be satisfied as to what does, you would have to be content with this: whatever it is, it happens every post on this blog.
I stir forth from the cyberspace silence dutifully adhered to as a dead blogger to give thee readers a diminutive post regarding matters which you will henceforth read.
I am now "technically" suffering from measles, mumps and rubella all at the same time due to reasons I will explain if I yet live through this untrying times. The latter disease, upon careful research is seemingly impossible for one of my sex to have, hence I refer to the sole fact that despite evidence of the relatively short side of my genetic make-up, I have a X-chromosome as well and am therefore justified in suffering from this mallady.
For that reason post will be discontinued (this warning should be redundant) until future times; of which I may be residing in aciremA fo setatS detinU, anaidnI, nwotsregaH for six months henceforth. I bid you a happy christmas and a merry new year.
-nihploD-
Let's face it, it takes a lot to wake the dead and if you would be satisfied as to what does, you would have to be content with this: whatever it is, it happens every post on this blog.
I stir forth from the cyberspace silence dutifully adhered to as a dead blogger to give thee readers a diminutive post regarding matters which you will henceforth read.
I am now "technically" suffering from measles, mumps and rubella all at the same time due to reasons I will explain if I yet live through this untrying times. The latter disease, upon careful research is seemingly impossible for one of my sex to have, hence I refer to the sole fact that despite evidence of the relatively short side of my genetic make-up, I have a X-chromosome as well and am therefore justified in suffering from this mallady.
For that reason post will be discontinued (this warning should be redundant) until future times; of which I may be residing in aciremA fo setatS detinU, anaidnI, nwotsregaH for six months henceforth. I bid you a happy christmas and a merry new year.
-nihploD-
Wednesday 5 November 2008
The MYSTY-X theorem...
Yes, without doubt the impending weight of immense strain, otherwise known in the "living" world as SPM, notwithstanding, a dead blogger, contrary to popular belief, has to keep up with making known his dead-ness, excluding that little detail that in doing so he violates the very basis of "deadblogger-ism". Posting barely a week before the SPM seems too much of a necessity brought about by the extreme need to release real or apparent stress in some form or the other. Hence, here I am, abandoning precious hours of studying to propagate my aberrant philosophies.
Ah yes, the MYSTY-X theorem - my latest scientific breakthrough that I may perhaps attribute to the over perusal of Biology textbooks. Understand me here; I have just happened upon the most brilliant and earth-shattering theory that has ever been put to consideration! It is one that I would assimilate closely to the first founding of the term in more use with the less fair sex than the other - PMS.
PMS; this little term I regard as one fantastic discovery. What else would you call something that seemingly solves all manner of discontinuities in the female temperament? It is truly a stroke of genius. Most unfortunately, it has given rise to the fairer sex of species having a truly unfair excuse to exercise all sorts of idiosyncrasies. To put it simply - I'm sure most guys would agree that it is extremely unfair for girls to have an excuse EVERY MONTH to behave in the most unsociable and unlikable manner. Oh yeah, just blame it all on the hormones girls.
Consequently, I have in my intense scrutiny of the subject we call Biology, come unexpectedly upon the mind-blowing revelation I now call the MYSTY-X theorem. The MYSTY-X theorem is the ultimate cure for the unfortunately misused PMS hypothesis. To say nothing of prevention being better than cure, fighting fire with fire is the case here. Basically, I have come up with MYSTY-X to give give my fellow members of a much "wo-manhandled" (pun intended) sex the ultimate excuse for all perfectly idiotic, eccentric, dumb, immature and hare-brained acts TOO. No more shall the female race be the only ones with an excuse for the failings we ALL share as human beings; we shall finally be equal!
Yet with all this discovery significantly overdue in coming to the aid of us the miserable sex, it has granted us a decided advantage of this "excuse" being at our disposal MORE than once a month. Unfortunately (or fortunately if you will guys), we are subject to this "male-version-of-PMS-ing" ALL THE TIME! And now, if you haven't already fallen asleep from the previous paragraphs, I will explain the MYSTY-X theorem. (dramatic music plays...)
The MYSTY-X theory is simple. If you observe the Malaysian syllabus for Biology in Form 5, you will come across the chapter on Genetics and Variation. A careful study of this will lead you to a little clause somewhere or other that clearly states (this is the IMPORTANT bit) that girls have 2 X chromosomes and guys have one X and ONE Y CHROMOSOME ... AND ... THE Y CHROMOSOME IS SHORTER than the X chromosome!!!!!!! Read on and you will find that that the Y chromosome also has LESS GENES than the X chromosome!
This is very enlightening - I shall enlighten you as to why. All those supposedly true allegations about girls being smarter and girls maturing faster and guys being less mature and girls being ... well ... overall better than guys - they are TRUE! All this can be explained by the deficiency of the Y chromosome as compared to the X chromosome. Since the X chromosome entails a slightly (though by no means negligible) added number of genes, it would be extremely logical to assume and confirm that girls are smarter, more mature, better ..... and so on. Accordingly, it can be assumed that guys are, by nature, less mature, less smart, and maybe even lacking in certain aspects of human rationality.
Hence, the MYSTY-X theory provides guys who, very naturally, get the urge to do or say something completely looney or unthinkable AN EXCUSE. Or course we behave like idiots, of course we appear dumber, of course we seem inferior, of course we tend to indulge ourselves in immature games - it's all because our Y chromosome is decidedly deficient. Males of the human race, no need to be ashamed, use this as an excuse, a tool absolving you from all responsibility over your actions - hold your head up and say "My Y chromosome's Shorter Than Your X chromosome" (MYSTY-X)!!!!
P.S. :-
Girls, any mistakes in this thesis is the result of My Y chromosome being Shorter Than Your X chromosome. Please forgive and pity my unfortunate genetic shortcomings. (sob...)
nihploD .forP
Ah yes, the MYSTY-X theorem - my latest scientific breakthrough that I may perhaps attribute to the over perusal of Biology textbooks. Understand me here; I have just happened upon the most brilliant and earth-shattering theory that has ever been put to consideration! It is one that I would assimilate closely to the first founding of the term in more use with the less fair sex than the other - PMS.
PMS; this little term I regard as one fantastic discovery. What else would you call something that seemingly solves all manner of discontinuities in the female temperament? It is truly a stroke of genius. Most unfortunately, it has given rise to the fairer sex of species having a truly unfair excuse to exercise all sorts of idiosyncrasies. To put it simply - I'm sure most guys would agree that it is extremely unfair for girls to have an excuse EVERY MONTH to behave in the most unsociable and unlikable manner. Oh yeah, just blame it all on the hormones girls.
Consequently, I have in my intense scrutiny of the subject we call Biology, come unexpectedly upon the mind-blowing revelation I now call the MYSTY-X theorem. The MYSTY-X theorem is the ultimate cure for the unfortunately misused PMS hypothesis. To say nothing of prevention being better than cure, fighting fire with fire is the case here. Basically, I have come up with MYSTY-X to give give my fellow members of a much "wo-manhandled" (pun intended) sex the ultimate excuse for all perfectly idiotic, eccentric, dumb, immature and hare-brained acts TOO. No more shall the female race be the only ones with an excuse for the failings we ALL share as human beings; we shall finally be equal!
Yet with all this discovery significantly overdue in coming to the aid of us the miserable sex, it has granted us a decided advantage of this "excuse" being at our disposal MORE than once a month. Unfortunately (or fortunately if you will guys), we are subject to this "male-version-of-PMS-ing" ALL THE TIME! And now, if you haven't already fallen asleep from the previous paragraphs, I will explain the MYSTY-X theorem. (dramatic music plays...)
The MYSTY-X theory is simple. If you observe the Malaysian syllabus for Biology in Form 5, you will come across the chapter on Genetics and Variation. A careful study of this will lead you to a little clause somewhere or other that clearly states (this is the IMPORTANT bit) that girls have 2 X chromosomes and guys have one X and ONE Y CHROMOSOME ... AND ... THE Y CHROMOSOME IS SHORTER than the X chromosome!!!!!!! Read on and you will find that that the Y chromosome also has LESS GENES than the X chromosome!
This is very enlightening - I shall enlighten you as to why. All those supposedly true allegations about girls being smarter and girls maturing faster and guys being less mature and girls being ... well ... overall better than guys - they are TRUE! All this can be explained by the deficiency of the Y chromosome as compared to the X chromosome. Since the X chromosome entails a slightly (though by no means negligible) added number of genes, it would be extremely logical to assume and confirm that girls are smarter, more mature, better ..... and so on. Accordingly, it can be assumed that guys are, by nature, less mature, less smart, and maybe even lacking in certain aspects of human rationality.
Hence, the MYSTY-X theory provides guys who, very naturally, get the urge to do or say something completely looney or unthinkable AN EXCUSE. Or course we behave like idiots, of course we appear dumber, of course we seem inferior, of course we tend to indulge ourselves in immature games - it's all because our Y chromosome is decidedly deficient. Males of the human race, no need to be ashamed, use this as an excuse, a tool absolving you from all responsibility over your actions - hold your head up and say "My Y chromosome's Shorter Than Your X chromosome" (MYSTY-X)!!!!
P.S. :-
Girls, any mistakes in this thesis is the result of My Y chromosome being Shorter Than Your X chromosome. Please forgive and pity my unfortunate genetic shortcomings. (sob...)
nihploD .forP
Thursday 2 October 2008
Miscellaneously the same
Well, whatever that means [see title]...
Yes, I have once again back to verify the authenticity of my deceased existence in cyberspace. Topics fail me now. Hence, I will have to drone on with no apparent subject at all save whatever may seem fit once it is finished. Like a great painter [I forget his name] once replied when asked what he was painting, he said ... "whatever emerges".
I have now sucessfully restraint that which is mortal in me to post for a trivial 2 months. I feel absolutely unrefreshed, in a cyberspacey sort of way. Yet I feel the realities of the existing living, teeming world of the internet will be force to question my existence from beyond the graves of the internet.
The precedents of our impending assesment as is our subjection by our citizenship has come and gone. Quite plainly, the extremely not unnecessary mock Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia aka SPM [duh?] imposed upon us by our now extremely not uninteresting government. And whilst we are all bemoaning why the rest of the also incredibly not uninteresting world [whether it be in our current economic or political or terroritical (that seriously should be made into an official term) situations] do not need to suffer from this incredibly tiring times, I am very sure only the most sane of us [unlike most of you out there in denial, I actually admit that being medically sane is extremely rare and assuredly technically insane by virtue of the fact that the majority is normal and therefore the majority is sane; put simply, we're all wacked out:)] born in the currently most unhappy year of 1991 have actually sought to further enhance our chances of pulling through this incredible tribulation. In "English" [aka that "thing" you all understand], I bet none of you studied!
So yeah, this week has undoubtedly been wasted by most of us buggers. Personally, my week started with a series of dreadfully unfortunate, portentuos events. First the remarkable spoils of wars fought in many countries and planes and dimensions all came crumbling back to haunt my unrest reminding one that the battle is never over when it seems to be, it is, in fact, only the beginning of one more terrible. [kinda like in those cliched, repetitive but we-watch-cos-we-got-nothin-better-to-do shows where after the main charaster defeats one ultra-powerful thingy, an even better one always show up; and they appear marvelously ... all in ascending order of power - coincidence?] Or in layman's terms, my mock SPM results came back. My overall evaluation of myself: you win some, you lose some.
That and Sunday came with the powerfully weird but true revelation that some of us unremarkable guys are, sadly, only considered sexy when we've chance to have an unfortunate lingering irritation in our oral capacities. Yep, that's right: I was told I sounded "extremely sexy today" ... by a girl ... because I was having a blasted sore throat and was sounding like Kuching's own version of Enrico Caruso! [I want that squeaky, I-sound-like-myself-and-I'm-still-attractive voice back, sigh...] Guys, we should get sick more often - apparently it's a turn-on. At least I can rest assured I'm actually the least bit eye-catching ... when I'm sick that is :(
Yes, another bout of that unfortunate period of time graciously and well-meaningly [but by no means successfully] bestowed upon us by the higher powers failed to be put to contructive enterprises yet again. I have officially wasted another holiday [don't we always]. Seems to me that many of these intriguing episodes of lost time are essentially put there for us to lose during our early years only to taunt us relentlessly as we age by thwarting our many future efforts to be too productive. Oh yeah, we lose time now and when it comes round again, we try too hard and end up meaning to do more yet achieving less. Life's so incredibly incredible isn't it?
Signing off, nihplod, tsohG s'rohtuA ehT.
P.S. Someone do something worth blogging about! ... and make sure I find out!
Yes, I have once again back to verify the authenticity of my deceased existence in cyberspace. Topics fail me now. Hence, I will have to drone on with no apparent subject at all save whatever may seem fit once it is finished. Like a great painter [I forget his name] once replied when asked what he was painting, he said ... "whatever emerges".
I have now sucessfully restraint that which is mortal in me to post for a trivial 2 months. I feel absolutely unrefreshed, in a cyberspacey sort of way. Yet I feel the realities of the existing living, teeming world of the internet will be force to question my existence from beyond the graves of the internet.
The precedents of our impending assesment as is our subjection by our citizenship has come and gone. Quite plainly, the extremely not unnecessary mock Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia aka SPM [duh?] imposed upon us by our now extremely not uninteresting government. And whilst we are all bemoaning why the rest of the also incredibly not uninteresting world [whether it be in our current economic or political or terroritical (that seriously should be made into an official term) situations] do not need to suffer from this incredibly tiring times, I am very sure only the most sane of us [unlike most of you out there in denial, I actually admit that being medically sane is extremely rare and assuredly technically insane by virtue of the fact that the majority is normal and therefore the majority is sane; put simply, we're all wacked out:)] born in the currently most unhappy year of 1991 have actually sought to further enhance our chances of pulling through this incredible tribulation. In "English" [aka that "thing" you all understand], I bet none of you studied!
So yeah, this week has undoubtedly been wasted by most of us buggers. Personally, my week started with a series of dreadfully unfortunate, portentuos events. First the remarkable spoils of wars fought in many countries and planes and dimensions all came crumbling back to haunt my unrest reminding one that the battle is never over when it seems to be, it is, in fact, only the beginning of one more terrible. [kinda like in those cliched, repetitive but we-watch-cos-we-got-nothin-better-to-do shows where after the main charaster defeats one ultra-powerful thingy, an even better one always show up; and they appear marvelously ... all in ascending order of power - coincidence?] Or in layman's terms, my mock SPM results came back. My overall evaluation of myself: you win some, you lose some.
That and Sunday came with the powerfully weird but true revelation that some of us unremarkable guys are, sadly, only considered sexy when we've chance to have an unfortunate lingering irritation in our oral capacities. Yep, that's right: I was told I sounded "extremely sexy today" ... by a girl ... because I was having a blasted sore throat and was sounding like Kuching's own version of Enrico Caruso! [I want that squeaky, I-sound-like-myself-and-I'm-still-attractive voice back, sigh...] Guys, we should get sick more often - apparently it's a turn-on. At least I can rest assured I'm actually the least bit eye-catching ... when I'm sick that is :(
Yes, another bout of that unfortunate period of time graciously and well-meaningly [but by no means successfully] bestowed upon us by the higher powers failed to be put to contructive enterprises yet again. I have officially wasted another holiday [don't we always]. Seems to me that many of these intriguing episodes of lost time are essentially put there for us to lose during our early years only to taunt us relentlessly as we age by thwarting our many future efforts to be too productive. Oh yeah, we lose time now and when it comes round again, we try too hard and end up meaning to do more yet achieving less. Life's so incredibly incredible isn't it?
Signing off, nihplod, tsohG s'rohtuA ehT.
P.S. Someone do something worth blogging about! ... and make sure I find out!
Tuesday 5 August 2008
Filling in ...
Ah...
What's the point of a filler post when the small pathetic subset of undead and dead human population acknowledges that you don't post updates less than one full moon apart [that means a month for you who wackos who think astronomy only covers the fact that I'm Aries (I am an Aries incidentally) and somewhere in this world there's a Cancer or some other weird constellation out there waiting for me]. [I am not refering to anyone in particular...] [sarcasm intended :) ]
Basically, all you readers out there are supposed to know that my blog is OFFICIALLY dead so don't check it too often. Stop nagging me for updates. They come when they come. And as to pictures ... Let's just say I extremely abhor the tediousity of photo hosts.
Hence, i shall just leave all you frequenters of this tiny drop in the ocean of cyberspace with anot so short review of my next post. [and don't expect it to appear anytime soon!] So, I begin:
My next post will be the precedent of the afore accomplished feat of varying the various meanings of a specific group of text to support, enhance, or maybe even the slightest possibility of refute, it. This ambiguous definition is, in fact, relating to my previous undertaking entitled "posting on a comment" and its subsequentworks work.
In layman's terms, I will be posting a little post not much unlike my previous post "posting on a comment". It will probably be entitled "POSTING ON A [blank]". In the mean time, use your imagination.
As a side note, Project BATT is currently swamped in the applications to run for DAP. CIA Payne is requested to report for duty i.e. the fun starts again!
What's the point of a filler post when the small pathetic subset of undead and dead human population acknowledges that you don't post updates less than one full moon apart [that means a month for you who wackos who think astronomy only covers the fact that I'm Aries (I am an Aries incidentally) and somewhere in this world there's a Cancer or some other weird constellation out there waiting for me]. [I am not refering to anyone in particular...] [sarcasm intended :) ]
Basically, all you readers out there are supposed to know that my blog is OFFICIALLY dead so don't check it too often. Stop nagging me for updates. They come when they come. And as to pictures ... Let's just say I extremely abhor the tediousity of photo hosts.
Hence, i shall just leave all you frequenters of this tiny drop in the ocean of cyberspace with a
My next post will be the precedent of the afore accomplished feat of varying the various meanings of a specific group of text to support, enhance, or maybe even the slightest possibility of refute, it. This ambiguous definition is, in fact, relating to my previous undertaking entitled "posting on a comment" and its subsequent
In layman's terms, I will be posting a little post not much unlike my previous post "posting on a comment". It will probably be entitled "POSTING ON A [blank]". In the mean time, use your imagination.
As a side note, Project BATT is currently swamped in the applications to run for DAP. CIA Payne is requested to report for duty i.e. the fun starts again!
Wednesday 16 July 2008
Bernard, TT, James and John
Yep,
Just a little post to say that the undead, apparently nonliving apparation resembling the deceased author of this infrequent blog is still trapped hopelessly in this strange, solid, tangible world and will continue to delight itself in the reinterpretation of the events befalling its person and also that of the individuals in the ambit [I love that word] of its social micoruniverse.
Yes, exams are over. Even us passed on individuals have to conform to the worldly situation of supreme mental stress called exams. And a lot has befallen the more alive people I have come into contact with.
Tracing back to the events involving our incredibly gentlemenly trio of pettifoggers [AKA former-but-still-kickin' debators], we are happy to state that we still rock! Though probably still not professionally enough to beat .tS yraM. Yes, we regret to say Danny Grober is still very much involved in Project BATT as various hints to rethink its temporary halt were dropped ...
"Trac[y]ing back to my point..."
"My mostbeautiful noble Tra... opponents"
... and many more similar remarks.
Earlier on today, the selfsame Commando Bernie threw himself once again into the fray bysubtly hinting allowing the name 'Tracy' to crop up in the place of an unknown female individual understood to be reasonably attractive enough to command the attention of two good friends James and John, resulting in a scandal. Then he proceeded to relate the anecdote to the entire Moral class but obviously was too self-concious to include such a personally appreciated name to be mentioned in such a notorious affair.
Sigh... Don't we all pity him. I totally agree that being interested in a member of the opposite sex that is just a poor, greedy b**** who's just out for your money is just depressing. Nevertheless, that is not the case with my dear friend. Instead he is beset with an even more pitiful problem. Poor+Greed is definately and equation to cause trouble. But, Rich+Greed+Attactiveness will wreak total havoc. Never fear Danny, you have my support.
Hence, we leave him to complete his noble conquest of Project BATT.
Just a little post to say that the undead, apparently nonliving apparation resembling the deceased author of this infrequent blog is still trapped hopelessly in this strange, solid, tangible world and will continue to delight itself in the reinterpretation of the events befalling its person and also that of the individuals in the ambit [I love that word] of its social micoruniverse.
Yes, exams are over. Even us passed on individuals have to conform to the worldly situation of supreme mental stress called exams. And a lot has befallen the more alive people I have come into contact with.
Tracing back to the events involving our incredibly gentlemenly trio of pettifoggers [AKA former-but-still-kickin' debators], we are happy to state that we still rock! Though probably still not professionally enough to beat .tS yraM. Yes, we regret to say Danny Grober is still very much involved in Project BATT as various hints to rethink its temporary halt were dropped ...
"Trac[y]ing back to my point..."
"My most
... and many more similar remarks.
Earlier on today, the selfsame Commando Bernie threw himself once again into the fray by
Sigh... Don't we all pity him. I totally agree that being interested in a member of the opposite sex that is just a poor, greedy b**** who's just out for your money is just depressing. Nevertheless, that is not the case with my dear friend. Instead he is beset with an even more pitiful problem. Poor+Greed is definately and equation to cause trouble. But, Rich+Greed+Attactiveness will wreak total havoc. Never fear Danny, you have my support.
Hence, we leave him to complete his noble conquest of Project BATT.
Thursday 19 June 2008
Posting on a comment commenting on a post on a comment commenting on a post
Yes, it's back again the once more tiring need to explain the philosophy and motives of our very noble In-field Commando Bernie aka Danny Grober. So, for those of you a little blur on the details of the past escapades,and a little too lazy in the digits on you more acessible limbs [I mean your fingers] to scroll down this uniquely dying blog to read it yourself, here's a quick rundown [grab your dictionaries]:
A long, long time ago, in a place far, far away there lived a prince who married this princess and lived happily ever after. Yep, if only it were that simple ... sigh!
OK, really. During a certain gathering of exclusive members of a faction of the large body we, in crude terms, term students, [I prefer the term 'educatees'] a group of young valiant young men were very attentive to their surroundings. Due to this very alert sense of scrutiny they discovered the existence of an "individual" only known as The Tracer.
Henceforth, they began, following the prompting of of the ever-enthusiastic Danny Grober, to hatch the brilliant undertaking we now know as Project BATT. In which afore mentioned task, our in-field commando, Danny Grober, was catapulted into the very fray of a vicious battle by the masterminds, J. Mugis and Rondo The Einstien. His mission: to infiltrate the vicinity of The Tracer and make himself aquainted with its contents.
Unfortunately, Project BATT has been on hold since the complaints put forth by Bernie aka Danny Grober himself, despite his initial fervour and interest in the project. After careful scrutiny of his complaints, we have established that he seemed to have concocted some form of strange temporary insanity causing him to twist much of his words.
Fortunately, the services of myself and CIA Payne aka Donkey, were able to decipher his cry for more urgent yet subtle help. Therefore, we have been gearing up for the next ensuing battle of which the first wave will be executed Friday: tomorrow.
So, that said, let's get down to Bernie's second set of complaints. Bernine aka Danny Grober posted a comment on a post entitled "posting on a comment" on this blog not too long ago. Here, we will attempt to clarify what exactly he really is trying to say in his comment. Again, his actual comment will be in italics, and the expert interpretations shall be in bold.
People, Bernard here..
[Hmm... I don't know about ny readers, but I sense a constraint here in the starting of his address. His seemingly unrelated tone saying that reminds me of the many hostage situations seen in many shows. Intriguingly, almost all hostages start by saying the same thing: their name? Obviously we would know it is Bernard but the very fact that he stated his name at the beginning seems to indicate nervousness...]
I know it sounds very very lame to be here again and again, trying to clarify this obviously misguided issue revolving aroung myself.. But then again, without doing so, it makes me seem so weak and abusable, thus, being falsely acquainted with a girl.
[Ahh... he acknowledges that it would seem unnecessary to need to implore the forgiveness and clarification of his friends again and again. He regrets wholeheartedly that this 'issue' misguidedly revolves around himself only. He is obviously intending that his fine friends stand beside him in this sea of emotional turmoil, he requests that we also be acknowledged as co-founders of this excellent and close-to-his-heart project. Failing to do so would make him seem weak and unable to carry out his duties. Yes, Danny we apologise for the delay in this project and identify ourselves as the culprits of the before mentioned weaknesses and abusability. Again we implore your forgiveness, Danny for falsely aquainting you with an object you have yet to attain. How foolish of us! Enough! We shall not cause him more pain by continually reminding him that he has not achieved his goals. We will encourage him further and speak of this aquaintance in future tense hereafter.]
Therefore, I strongly feel that I owe everyone a truth that has to be explained, something that the Dolphin and Donkey had obviously trying to manipulate and hide away from fella readers, that I am not 'interested' in the particular girl that Danny Grober had been paired with for the last few misleading weeks.
[We too agree that the truth must be told. Shame on us, unconcious manipulators. Danny, we have wrong you and twisted your truths. Yes, my dear fella readers, Danny is in no way "interested" in this particular beautiful member of the opposite sex. He is ardently admiring and wholeheartedly mesmerised by her perfection in his truthful eyes. We, Dolphin and Donkey, have grossly understated his passionate devotion, and we beg his forgiveness.]
In which, Danny Grober = Bernard Yong, a.k.a. myself...
sigh.. again i sigh, sighing from both relief, relieved from the constricting false 'kuching-kayu-relationship' prank, as well as the innocent nature of the BATT project officers...
[Yes, Bernard, we as fellow admirers of the opposite sex, sigh with you in complete agreement. Bernard here is relieved, and so are we, that the baseless rumors of his dark past in his hometown of quaint Sibu have been truly false and are proven nothing more than mere whispers of a late winter breeze in the spring. Here also, we thank you, kind Bernard, for recognising our innocence and sincerity in our assistance in this your most noble exploit: Project BATT]
Thy shalt be forgiving...
[Ah, he forgives our past failures and we are happy. We will strive even harder to do our best in the merciless battle of Project BATT that treathens to rip to shreads the sensitive emotionality of our most upright Bernard.]
And with tat i raise my case...
[And yes Bernard, we also forgive you and your unconcious grammatical mistakes. We 'rest' assured that you will 'raise' your marks in the forthcoming EST exams.]
DANNY GROBER
[And nihploD signing off]
Thus ends another testimony to the intense attention to detail that our good, kind and noble friend Danny Grober subtly lines his messages with. Henceforth we once again call to all who are concerned to rally forces and join with us in the almost-never-ending quest of Project BATT! Onward troops!
A long, long time ago, in a place far, far away there lived a prince who married this princess and lived happily ever after. Yep, if only it were that simple ... sigh!
OK, really. During a certain gathering of exclusive members of a faction of the large body we, in crude terms, term students, [I prefer the term 'educatees'] a group of young valiant young men were very attentive to their surroundings. Due to this very alert sense of scrutiny they discovered the existence of an "individual" only known as The Tracer.
Henceforth, they began, following the prompting of of the ever-enthusiastic Danny Grober, to hatch the brilliant undertaking we now know as Project BATT. In which afore mentioned task, our in-field commando, Danny Grober, was catapulted into the very fray of a vicious battle by the masterminds, J. Mugis and Rondo The Einstien. His mission: to infiltrate the vicinity of The Tracer and make himself aquainted with its contents.
Unfortunately, Project BATT has been on hold since the complaints put forth by Bernie aka Danny Grober himself, despite his initial fervour and interest in the project. After careful scrutiny of his complaints, we have established that he seemed to have concocted some form of strange temporary insanity causing him to twist much of his words.
Fortunately, the services of myself and CIA Payne aka Donkey, were able to decipher his cry for more urgent yet subtle help. Therefore, we have been gearing up for the next ensuing battle of which the first wave will be executed Friday: tomorrow.
So, that said, let's get down to Bernie's second set of complaints. Bernine aka Danny Grober posted a comment on a post entitled "posting on a comment" on this blog not too long ago. Here, we will attempt to clarify what exactly he really is trying to say in his comment. Again, his actual comment will be in italics, and the expert interpretations shall be in bold.
People, Bernard here..
[Hmm... I don't know about ny readers, but I sense a constraint here in the starting of his address. His seemingly unrelated tone saying that reminds me of the many hostage situations seen in many shows. Intriguingly, almost all hostages start by saying the same thing: their name? Obviously we would know it is Bernard but the very fact that he stated his name at the beginning seems to indicate nervousness...]
I know it sounds very very lame to be here again and again, trying to clarify this obviously misguided issue revolving aroung myself.. But then again, without doing so, it makes me seem so weak and abusable, thus, being falsely acquainted with a girl.
[Ahh... he acknowledges that it would seem unnecessary to need to implore the forgiveness and clarification of his friends again and again. He regrets wholeheartedly that this 'issue' misguidedly revolves around himself only. He is obviously intending that his fine friends stand beside him in this sea of emotional turmoil, he requests that we also be acknowledged as co-founders of this excellent and close-to-his-heart project. Failing to do so would make him seem weak and unable to carry out his duties. Yes, Danny we apologise for the delay in this project and identify ourselves as the culprits of the before mentioned weaknesses and abusability. Again we implore your forgiveness, Danny for falsely aquainting you with an object you have yet to attain. How foolish of us! Enough! We shall not cause him more pain by continually reminding him that he has not achieved his goals. We will encourage him further and speak of this aquaintance in future tense hereafter.]
Therefore, I strongly feel that I owe everyone a truth that has to be explained, something that the Dolphin and Donkey had obviously trying to manipulate and hide away from fella readers, that I am not 'interested' in the particular girl that Danny Grober had been paired with for the last few misleading weeks.
[We too agree that the truth must be told. Shame on us, unconcious manipulators. Danny, we have wrong you and twisted your truths. Yes, my dear fella readers, Danny is in no way "interested" in this particular beautiful member of the opposite sex. He is ardently admiring and wholeheartedly mesmerised by her perfection in his truthful eyes. We, Dolphin and Donkey, have grossly understated his passionate devotion, and we beg his forgiveness.]
In which, Danny Grober = Bernard Yong, a.k.a. myself...
sigh.. again i sigh, sighing from both relief, relieved from the constricting false 'kuching-kayu-relationship' prank, as well as the innocent nature of the BATT project officers...
[Yes, Bernard, we as fellow admirers of the opposite sex, sigh with you in complete agreement. Bernard here is relieved, and so are we, that the baseless rumors of his dark past in his hometown of quaint Sibu have been truly false and are proven nothing more than mere whispers of a late winter breeze in the spring. Here also, we thank you, kind Bernard, for recognising our innocence and sincerity in our assistance in this your most noble exploit: Project BATT]
Thy shalt be forgiving...
[Ah, he forgives our past failures and we are happy. We will strive even harder to do our best in the merciless battle of Project BATT that treathens to rip to shreads the sensitive emotionality of our most upright Bernard.]
And with tat i raise my case...
[And yes Bernard, we also forgive you and your unconcious grammatical mistakes. We 'rest' assured that you will 'raise' your marks in the forthcoming EST exams.]
DANNY GROBER
[And nihploD signing off]
Thus ends another testimony to the intense attention to detail that our good, kind and noble friend Danny Grober subtly lines his messages with. Henceforth we once again call to all who are concerned to rally forces and join with us in the almost-never-ending quest of Project BATT! Onward troops!
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