Nov 07
Day's Daily Obsession
I haven't been all to active recently and I probably won't be because I'm really busy at the moment with exams, study, school and personal problems. Apologies, you'll live.
Nov 05
DaY'S Daily Obsession
--DUE TO BE EDITED, JUST A TRANSFER OF INFORMATION FROM ONE LAPTOP TO ANOTHER--
So I'm writing a piece for the RPA project, I prefer doing articles but Necella prefers short stories so I'm going to give it a go. Originally I was going to do a continue on the Xavier one but about three paragraphs in the laptop I was working on crashed and I lost itBut I'm going to start a new one
inspired by my music class today in which all we did was talk about virtual reality and lucid dreaming and out of body experiences. It was pretty cool, so I'm going to do something kinda like based on that. I'm still going to use Xavier as the main character rather than make up a new one though. Alright, so, here goes.
Out-of-body experience
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An out-of-body experience (OBE or sometimes OOBE), is an experience that typically involves a sensation of floating outside of one's body and, in some cases, perceiving one's physical body from a place outside one's body (autoscopy). The term out of body experience was introduced by Robert Monroe in 1971[1] as a bias-free alternative to belief-centric labels such as "astral projection" or "spirit walking". Though the term usefully distances researchers from scientifically problematic concepts such as the soul, scientists still know little about the phenomenon.[2] One in ten people has an out-of-body experience at some time in their lives[3]. OBEs are often part of the near-death experience, and reportedly may also lead to astral projection. It is claimed that those experiencing an OBE sometimes observe details which were unknown to them beforehand.[4][dubious – discuss]
In some cases the phenomenon appears to occur spontaneously; in others it is associated with a physical or mental trauma, use of psychedelic drugs, dissociative drugs, or a dream-like state. Many techniques aiming to induce the experience deliberately have been developed[5], for example visualization while in a relaxed, meditative state. Recent (2007) studies have shown that experiences somewhat similar to OBEs can be induced by direct brain stimulation. Some of those who experience OBEs claimed to have willed themselves out of their bodies, while others report having found themselves being pulled from their bodies (usually preceded by a feeling of paralysis). In other accounts, the feeling of being outside the body was suddenly realized after the fact, and the experiencers saw their own bodies almost by accident.[6] OBEs often occur during the borderline stage between REM sleep and arousal when sleep paralysis may persist and dream imagery may mingle with sensory input.
Some neurologists have suspected that the event is triggered by a mismatch between visual and tactile signals. They used a virtual reality setup to recreate an OBE. The subject looked through goggles and saw his own body as it would appear to an outside observer standing behind him. The experimenter then touched the subject at the same time as a rod appeared to touch the virtual image. The experiment created an illusion of being behind and outside one's body
Dreams are sequence images, sounds and feelings experienced while sleeping, particularly strongly associated with rapid eye movement sleep. The contents and biological purposes of dreams are not fully understood, though they have been a topic of speculation and interest throughout recorded history. The scientific study of dreams is known as oneirology.
"Lucid dreams" redirects here. For the Franz Ferdinand single, see Lucid Dreams.
A lucid dream is a dream in which the person is aware that they are dreaming while the dream is in progress, also known as a conscious dream. When the dreamer is lucid, they can actively participate in and often manipulate the imaginary experiences in the dream environment. Lucid dreams can be extremely real and vivid depending on a person's level of self-awareness during the lucid dream.[1]
A lucid dream can begin in one of two ways. A dream-initiated lucid dream (DILD) starts as a normal dream, and the dreamer eventually concludes that they are dreaming, while a wake-initiated lucid dream (WILD) occurs when the dreamer goes from a normal waking state directly into a dream state with no apparent lapse in consciousness. Lucid dreaming has been researched scientifically, and its existence is well established.[2][3] Scientists such as Allan Hobson, with his neurophysiological approach to dream research, have helped to push the understanding of lucid dreaming into a less speculative realm.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBa55sDTIiA
Nov 03
Day's Daily Obsession
OH UPDATE FOR TODAY YEAH
This is going to be a quickie because I'm on my friends laptop so basically. My laptop is getting sent off to get its hard drive replaced but apparently dudeface ICT dude managed to back up all the radness so I should be alright. Except the fact I won't have a laptop for a whileGo to go tata peoples.
EDIT: Well I got my laptop back... And I did lose everythingI kinda can't do anything about it either so I'm just feeling pointless and sorry for myself.
Nov 03
Day's Daily Obsession
NEW BLOG!!
I now have a blog on another site, follow the below link if you want to take a look.
DAY DREAM DIMENSION
Nov 03
Day's Daily Obsession
RE-IMAGING
One word. Re-imaging. All I hear is: 'KABOOM!!' Because something in my head just exploded. My laptop, my precious baby stuffed full of all the radness on offer. Re-imaged. Dead. When her shell finally returns she'll be a bland, boring, uninteresting loser.
So for those who are utterly lost and don't know what re-imaging is well heres a pretty darn good definition of re-imaging: 'To reinstall the operating system and applications on a computer. It implies formatting the hard disk and starting from scratch.'
From scratch. As in. Everything you knew, loved and had put on your computer to personalise it, your years word, EVERYTHING. Gone. Forever. Never coming back.
So yeah I'm losing, well obviously school work I don't give a krap about. But like I'm losing all this irreplacable stuff, like photos, designs, articles and massive collections I've spent the year putting together. Well yeah their all dead now, well mostly. I'm going to spend a lot of the afternoon scouring the internet tirelessly to recover some of the work and photos and that I've put in various place's on the internet.
So I guess this is all I have to say for today, its not all that interesting. Well unless you really wanted to know what re-imaging was like. But well I've lost a lot of stuff and I'm not in the best of moods so you can just deal. Thats all then, tata for now.
Nov 02
Day's Daily Obsession
LETTERS FROM THE HOLY IPOD
So as suggested by Darky in this thread its the Ipod writing challenge. Straight from my Ipod and straight from me, here goes.
Songs
Go Baby- Lupe Fiasco
Its Beginning To Get To Me- Snow Patrol
I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace
This Is The New Shit- Marilyn Manson
The Saints Are Coming- U2 and Greenday
Xavier strolled down the street flicking his feet up he had a distinct, tasteful, fun almost dancing strut. His legs were wrapped in a pair of tight black jeans torn and worn at the knees, he had a shiny pair of dark red winklepickers on his feet, a studded belt around the waist of his jeans which were low ridden exposing the top of his white bonds underwear. He wore no t-shirt, his chest was pale yet muscular and he wore netted, fingerless gloves on his hands. His green eyes glowed from behind his black hair, a long side fringe cut cleanly across his face contrasting to the rest of his hair which stuck out in all directions and creeping from underneath it came two bright red wires that were connected to the earphones in his ears to the iphone in his back pocket.
He knew how good he looked on the outside, well to those who understood him but he still felt guilty about it. Not that he looked good, he loved that. It was that he looked so happy and purposeful when he was anything but. He missed him, missed him so much. He gazed up at the dark, overcast sky and grimaced, it hurt. It hurt like a vacination gone wrong, when the needle is still left behind in your flesh. His heart felt dead, like the devil himself was reaching up from hell to tear it right out of his chest. How could he tell him, tell Drew how he felt. It seemed that whenever Drew said something to him he always understood. But Xaviers words always seemed to get lost before they even began to sink into Drew's mind.
God it wasn't fucking fair! Xavier grabbed at his head in frustration and spun around angrily bringing his head down in a kind of spinning headbang. He stopped in the bent over position he ended up on, a cool speck of rain hit the back of his neck. Xaviers head jolted up, he slowly bought himself upright and with the motion the rain began becoming harder as Xavier rose. By the time he was standing the rain was pelting down, Xavier took one step forward, another. Slowly at first then his pace quickened till he was bolting at full speed through the downpour of rain, he headed towards an old construction site. The house had been partially built but then something went wrong, it had been abandoned and the metal, mesh fence surrounding it had just remained there imprisoning the shell of a home.
Xavier scaled the fence but the rain made harder to climb than usual and he slipped at the top cutting his stomach on the crude wire, he fell to the mud at the bottom with a thump. He just lay there for a few minutes, sobbing. The sobbing ceased and he put both arms against the ground and lifted himself up to his knees and then to his feet. He looked angry, his eyes were filled with angry remorse, his lips curled in a destructive snarl. He flicked his head to throw his fringe over to one side and began storming towards the house mud exploding upwards with his every step.
He didn't even bother to open the door to the place, it wasn't very firmly in place anyway. He just rose his leg and bought it down on the door breaking it off its hinges and sending it forwards and flat on the ground. He walked into the house and went from room to room grabbing what he thought he needed from what little there was. Some of the building supplies were still there and often local kids and the occasional hobo used the place to drink themselves stupid. Before long he was standing in the center of the place, an small atrium with a circle skylight above it and stairs curving from its floor marked the spot. Xavier began throwing the partially empty bottles and cans belonging to various forms of alcahol into the center smashing the glass ones on impact. He threw in a bunch of building supplies, household poisons, industrial glue, petrol, paint and then he poured five cans of wood varnish marked highly flammable over the top of the carnage. "Fucking burn bitches" he hissed as he reached into one of his back pockets and produced a small bottle of whiskey. He downed the contents then reached up and tore a wad of his hair from his head stuffing it into the bottle so part of it still stuck out. He took a silver, metal refillable lighter from his front pocket and lit the end of the hair on fire. He threw it at the pile and turned it walk out of the room, the flame hit the pile and flames spat out engulfing the carnage.
Xavier walked away from the scene slowly and calmly as if some weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he looked back to see flames began to slice through the houses partially built roof. "It wasn't all that useful anyway" he said and looked away continuing to walk through the cold rain. His phone rang, lightning cut across the sky, Xavier walked forwards with his hands stuffed in his pockets ignoring all of it. He'd talk to Drew later, all he wanted to do now was find a good outlet and get pissed of his face and then crash into his, at present, trashed room.
Nov 01
Day's Daily Obsession
CONFESSIONS OF A BLABBERMOUTH
Today's entry is on my favorite graphic novels, its a solo book with black and white comic strips, its written abut Mike and Louise Carey who are father and daughter and illustrated by Aaron Alexovich. I have to say, I love the personality of the story and that its set in present time and totally liable. But the illustration is quite different to what you get in a lot of manga and graphic novels and I absolutely love it. Its a mix sharp, crude drawings with heaps of style to them that makes them feel really rebellious with a mix of classic computer nerd style emotions. The main character is Tasha who is the only daughter of a single mum with a terrible taste in men, shes rebellious, outgoing and has a lot of attitude. The name of the book refers to the blog of which Tasha keeps called 'Blabbermouth'. And the story is basically based around what happens when Tasha's mum begins going out with some manipulative [fag] writer of whom has a daughter who writes a column in some newspaper and how theres just something wrong with the two and Tasha is determined to find out what.a
Nov 01
Day's Daily Obsession
SCHOOL RECESS
Some very strange things seem to happen during lunchtime at my school, particularly on mufti days. Theres always lots of singing and dancing and catching up and homework you should have done the evening before. Occasionally someone becomes victim to everyone else's hyperness, they can have stuff stolen, be picked up and thrown into a large green bin and just generally irritated. Biting, licking, hugging, kissing, hitting, flirting. All in a normal day's recess for us, just because we go to an all girls school doesn't mean were going to miss out on any fun. This is a link to a spastic video from our last mufti day which for some absurd reason was Harry Potter themed, you think we'd be to old for stuff like that anymore... But then again, its just so darn fun and since we appear to dress up just about whenever we leave the house. Well its all good then isn't it. I'm the one filming, Tash [Insert Anarchy Here] is the first person you'll see of whom appears to have just gotten out of bed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ConCkCmdyQ
Oct 30
Day's Daily Obsession
Another controversial, opinional piece from day
I was disgusted. Again. The white man. Was of epic fail. We’d just been talking about how Europeans went to Australia, stole the Aboriginals ‘Dreamlands’ and sold them and then just about caused the death of the entire Aboriginal population through their introduced diseases and the hunting of Aboriginals as game. Most people send their kids to school expecting a good education that will teach them how to be vigilant and caring for people of all race and religion. But really, you expect your child to be such when all they ever seem to be hearing about is how the white man suppressed the darker skinned man, brutally stomped out his retaliations and took his land. How they can find a ‘lesser person’ or a ‘suppressive person’ in every walk of life that they can tread all over and treat like filth. I myself wear olive skin but it takes no genius and a person of any colour, race or religion could take a good look at the white man’s past ‘achievements’ and conclude that they are right bastards. Donnie Darko says: “Why are you wearing that stupid rabbit suit?” And the Frank the rabbit says: “Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?” There’s really no better way to put it, it doesn’t matter who you are and it definitely doesn’t matter what colour you are. Your both just as stupid as each other and weather you want to accept it or not your both equals.
I guess the white man just manages to always exceed our expectations. In his utter ignorance, stupidity and sadism. If their so damn smart, if their so damn superior. Then why the hell have they doomed us all?! And why can’t they prevent the destruction of our future generations? The basic rundown on the end of the world. White man creates all his fancy inventions, mass produces all the shit, pollutes the earth, ice caps melt, land space decreases, population continues to grow, intense overcrowding in the slithers of land remaining, medicine scarce, food scarce, disease and plaque thrive, chaos and fighting spreads over the worlds remaining resources. And we all end up dead. Now ain’t that just lovely? I guess if we slow down and find some miracle why of refreezing the ice caps we might have chance, but since we appear to only ever be speeding up. Were stuffed really.
But god if only a couple of hundred years back the white man hadn’t been such an ignorant racist bunch, well we might not even be facing this problem. Sure every person has his right to explore, go ahead white man explore…. Um what the hell are you doing to those black men? Oi! You can’t take that land! That ain’t yours! Get the fuck out of here!! Bastards!! If the white man had just minded his own business, if he’d left the native people and their countries alone we would be all sweet, I might be living in England, but so? The white man spread his inventions and technology and expensive way of life around the world, damaging, enslaving and killing off entire races as he went. If he hadn’t done this, if he’d just explored, had a nice chat to the natives and buggered off. Well we wouldn’t have these excessive amounts of pollution being dumped into our atmosphere, seas and land on a global scale. Do you get what I’m saying?
Sure we might be put back a bit technology, culture and music wise. But maybe its worth it, to know that the human race would carry on thousands, even millions of years more than its going to now. It’s a sad thought really, that if a couple of white guys had just minded their own business the human race would have plenty of life left into it. But no, unfortunately were heading into our retirement years, wrinkling up and fading away. Now, only time can tell. But don’t be fooled, positive thinking is fake, eventually the human race won’t be around anymore. And for sure we only have ourselves to blame.
Oct 30
Day's Daily Obsession
HALLOWEEN
Tomorrow. I. Am. Going. Trick. Or. Treating. For. The. First. Time. Everevereverrrr. Inmalife. I am so excited! It's kind of sad I'm way into my teenage years and I've never ever been trick or treating or celebrated Halloween, but its not my fault my mother loathes the whole celebration and has barred us from participating. Of course she thinks I'm just going to a friends house to watch movies, what she doesn't know can't hurt her right? I also haven't yet put a costume together, I'll put it together tonight. take a photo and put it up in this blog tonight [because I'm at school right now]. But yeah its all pretty exciting and at the same time kind of lame, because its like, sad I never been trick or treating in my entire life. Better get down to work now, I'll continue this later.
I lied! Well actually not really I just never got round to continuing this last night. Well my costume, I ain't themed cos I was completely lost on what to do so it ended up a big pile of red/black lol Tash's is amazing though!! Likeawesomeness! But yeah I shall get some pictures this evening when we all dress up, cos I actually haven't really tried my costume on yet lol lets hope its not a complete FAIL. But yeah totally excited, I probs won't be on tonight until pretty late, but yeah n_n Hope you all have a awesome Halloween, Happy Halloween everyone.
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