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Apr. 15th, 2004 12:54 amThere were too many peas in my chicken and vegetable pie. When I see the words "chicken and vegetable" on a packet, I want chicken... and A Vegetable. One.
Oh, ok, so that's a useless entry. Here we go then.
Type O's 'Love You To Death' just came on my mp3 player. I associate the October Rust album with so many memories from autumn/winter 96, when I started university. Ah, those glorious evenings of playing networked Doom at the Cyberpub before wandering over to Rock City, and then the drunken amble home back to Forest Fields via Radford, usually while singing Metallica at the top of our voices, just to see how well it would reverberate off the university buildings. These were golden days of fledgling internet access, roleplaying, and cider. I also managed to just about pass my 1st year at uni, but I don't remember how. I do remember sometimes staying all night in the computer rooms playing online games, leaving at 7:45am to get breakfast at Burger King, then returning to uni at 9am for a seminar. That was a skill I'd acquired from back home when we used to roleplay quite late and I'd go straight to college in the morning sans sleep. (That would have been when your bloke was GMing,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nymphish.)
Anyway, one of the circle of friends from back then pretty much just disappeared after he dropped out of uni, so I thought I'd have another go at looking him up today. I scoured Netgoth.org.uk but found no trace. However, I would like to apologise to any real goths for the disproportionate amount of dumb nu-metal kids registered on there, thinking that they are 'goth' because they own a piece of PVC clothing and listen to Kittie. I'm not a big fan of labels, but they do have their uses. However if people start labelling themselves when they don't have much idea what that label actually means to most people, then it tends to ruin everything. The term loses all descriptive power.
I suppose it's related to the use of the word 'gay'. Just 20 or 30 years ago it meant 'happy'. Then it came to mean 'homosexual'. More recently I see a lot of people using it as an insult. 99% of these people who use the term that way are not anti-homosexual at all, but you get some people who are offended at the use of the word that way because they can't see it as meaning 2 separate things. Language changes are always controversial, usually because they come down to culture clashes of some sort. Words mean so many things... (spot the lyric, win a prize.)
On a totally different tack, I've been thinking about perceptions and the like recently. It's quite amazing how many assertions I make about myself that are blatantly ridiculous when analysed. Usually this is because they tend towards unjustified pessimism and the facts don't back them up. I usually point it out when others say such things, but I suppose it may help to be able to identify it in myself, too. Things are rarely as bad as we believe them to be.
Ok, that's enough pseudointellectualism for onelifetime night.
Oh, ok, so that's a useless entry. Here we go then.
Type O's 'Love You To Death' just came on my mp3 player. I associate the October Rust album with so many memories from autumn/winter 96, when I started university. Ah, those glorious evenings of playing networked Doom at the Cyberpub before wandering over to Rock City, and then the drunken amble home back to Forest Fields via Radford, usually while singing Metallica at the top of our voices, just to see how well it would reverberate off the university buildings. These were golden days of fledgling internet access, roleplaying, and cider. I also managed to just about pass my 1st year at uni, but I don't remember how. I do remember sometimes staying all night in the computer rooms playing online games, leaving at 7:45am to get breakfast at Burger King, then returning to uni at 9am for a seminar. That was a skill I'd acquired from back home when we used to roleplay quite late and I'd go straight to college in the morning sans sleep. (That would have been when your bloke was GMing,
nymphish.)Anyway, one of the circle of friends from back then pretty much just disappeared after he dropped out of uni, so I thought I'd have another go at looking him up today. I scoured Netgoth.org.uk but found no trace. However, I would like to apologise to any real goths for the disproportionate amount of dumb nu-metal kids registered on there, thinking that they are 'goth' because they own a piece of PVC clothing and listen to Kittie. I'm not a big fan of labels, but they do have their uses. However if people start labelling themselves when they don't have much idea what that label actually means to most people, then it tends to ruin everything. The term loses all descriptive power.
I suppose it's related to the use of the word 'gay'. Just 20 or 30 years ago it meant 'happy'. Then it came to mean 'homosexual'. More recently I see a lot of people using it as an insult. 99% of these people who use the term that way are not anti-homosexual at all, but you get some people who are offended at the use of the word that way because they can't see it as meaning 2 separate things. Language changes are always controversial, usually because they come down to culture clashes of some sort. Words mean so many things... (spot the lyric, win a prize.)
On a totally different tack, I've been thinking about perceptions and the like recently. It's quite amazing how many assertions I make about myself that are blatantly ridiculous when analysed. Usually this is because they tend towards unjustified pessimism and the facts don't back them up. I usually point it out when others say such things, but I suppose it may help to be able to identify it in myself, too. Things are rarely as bad as we believe them to be.
Ok, that's enough pseudointellectualism for one
