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| Nintendo Revolution |
May 31st, 2005 7:12:54 am - Subscribe |
| For anyone here who is into the Nintendo Revolution I heard something interesting. My Dad works at the Sydney warfs and is the manager incharge of the incomming electronics and home entertainment. On some occasions he must place orders for various buissnesses. Many of the electronic companies including Nintendo and Sony send us stuff like vouchers, toys, DVDs and in the case of the video game companies, the occasional game, so that he can recomend to the bussnesses which products they should order. Every now and then he meets up with the lead guy in sales for Nintendo Australia who also happens to be involved in some buissness decisions in America and Japan. My Dad doesnt really play games but he said he got into a conversation about Nintendo's new console when they were making small talk. My Dad couldn't really remember but he said the guy was saying something about a component of the console that can sit on a table in the middle of the room. He said its like a circular screen that is sorta like those holographic cards you get in patato chips so that when you walk around and look at the screen from different angles it looks like it changes. Everyone sits around the screen in a circle and can see thier own view. He said that also in one player games you can move your head around the screen to get a better view. So yeh, I thought that sounded pretty interesting. |
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| My Dick Hurts |
Apr 19th, 2005 5:37:42 am - Subscribe |
| My dick is all hurties. | |
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| Placenta being wasted |
Apr 19th, 2005 12:42:17 am - Subscribe |
| Maybe its just me, maybe its everyone, but what is up with the government's reluctence to harvest and distribute free placenta. There are people starving in third world countries, and we are just throwing high nutritional content in the garbage. When are we going to learn that afterbirth can be a valuable comodity. Did you know that the ancient Chinese regarded placenta as a delicacy. Also, it was often used by ancient Romans to create the first metallic alloy. But no. it's got the stigma of biological waste. What a wasteful society we live in. |
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| mood: powerless |
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| Politicians gone mad! |
Apr 18th, 2005 3:28:35 am - Subscribe |
| Maybe its just me, maybe its everyone, but what is up with the government's reluctence to harvest and distribute free placenta. There are people starving in third world countries, and we are just throwing high nutritional content in the garbage. When are we going to learn that afterbirth can be a valuable comodity. Did you know that the ancient Chinese regarded placenta as a delicacy. Also, it was often used by ancient Romans to create the first metallic alloy. But no. it's got the stigma of biological waste. What a wasteful society we live in. |
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| mood: patriotic |
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| Self Expression |
Apr 18th, 2005 12:30:44 am - Subscribe |
| Please Provide feeback. --- Pain is a Game --- By Jackie Lee -------- Lying on my bed, the same familiar ceiling The thought of death is a familiar feeling Will the blood be thick or thin A thought that looms from deep within At school I was teased Can the pain be eased Living with no control A packet of panadol? Pain is a Game, Pain is a Game The pain inside, the pain I contain My thoughts are a lion that cannot be tamed Is it worth it, to live, is it sane? Walking under a bridge, no longer reflection The wheel spins under thought and conjecture Behind the moon, to live high above The rocket's the knife, the fuel is my blood Do they know, do they care To see my pain, to feel, would they dare? They are drones to thier wants, to thier own needs Emotion, its such a disease Pain is a Game, Pain is a Game The pain inside, the pain I contain My thoughts are a lion that cannot be tamed Is it worth it, to live, is it sane? Now the bridge is burning, my last hope is gone The moon doesnt show, the sun comes at dawn I'm left with myself, myself has no name Dirt is where I belong, dirt is from where I came This constant darkness, from where does it stem To be defined, of how, if and when The hatred, the anger, sometimes imense pain Maybe it's just my period again. -------------------------------------------------- |
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| mood: abandoned |
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