HOWLIN'

Heareyee Hearyee, 'tis the full (fool?) moon again. Once again, Wulf wakes up to find all his bones aching as if he run 100km at 100km/h. Various nasty looking scratches and ugly looking bullethole like zits. I hate full moon, the yard ALWAYS needs cleaning afterwards, some stray dog keeps dragging dead cats and dead MONKEY skeletons. Must be a BIG dog though coz the monkey bones are like CRUNCHED though and there are some car bumper bars ripped clean off with teethmarks like a chainsaw . Had I been supersticious, I would have thought something like this prowls neighbourhood, luckily, the rational and clear headed man that I am, I know its merely a BIG, BIG puppy.

REVIEW: 'THE WEEPING CAMEL'

Caught up with a good friend of mine T. for a night of JAZZ/FUNK/FUSION. Well yes, so I thought, thats what the banner over the GRIFFINS HEAD proclaimed, as T. said, one helluva of a confused musician. So fscking confused that they did not find the door of the premises. Hence, therefore and as such, we had sought another line of entertainment and gone to the Nova to see 'The weeping camel'.

Ok, here goes... Wulfs Review. 'The weeping camel'.

Camera pan Fscking middle of nowhere. No, this place makes middle of nowhere look like Hindley St (a local arse end of the world 'happening' place) on new years eve.

Major gross out, camels pop babies all over the place. Fscking camel p0rn everywhere! Movie banned in bloody Saudie Arabia, Hard core XXX camel p0rn.

By halfway into the movie we find that there are actually huuumans actors (though we initially cant tell coz they wear all these camel threads).
One dude is actually called dude which makes the whole thing Sh!t confusing coz we think the Mongolians are all funky all of the sudden calling each other 'Dude', but really, his name is 'Dude'.

So, one of the baby camels does not suck. Though the movie by this time does. Suck. Rather badly. Wulf is like looking all attentive and kulduhral. Principally coz T. has her elbow firmly in my ribs. T. is like HISSING in my ear. FFS! TARD!
You got me to see this crap, YOU BETTER STAY AWAKE TARD!

So, the DUDE and his kid brother who wants satelitte TV (no really, from a yurt to sat TV. FSCK THAT! Lets skip a few stages in the tech tree! Fscking haX0r!) go on a quest. TO GET A MUSIC TEACHER TO PLAY VIOLIN.

It is apparently going to make the camel SUCK!
All I can say to this is; "GIMME, GIMME, GIMME! I WANT SOME!!!"
I want some of these mushrooms, fermented yak milk or whatever the hell the german script writer is having to write this script.

The violinist arrives, plays music, chix0r sing, camel cries (Crap music, you'd cry too). Camel sux. THE END. FFS!
Cant even ask for my money back coz T. shouted free pass FFS!

THE FUTURE OF THE SPECIES

Its T.'s fault again. 'Here, this looks good!' she says. Something to go see with one of your friends! A SC-FI feminist play. Kylie Minogue and gamettes/stem cell harvesting. Something to appeal to everyone.

Wulf buys 2 tickets. Lets see, who could we inflict this play upon. Ok... N. needs a bit of an entertainment, having to write essays about how to save the world.

WARNING: SPACE THEATER means there is not ANY!


In a twist of irony, 'SPACE THEATER' means the public is squeezed around the stage so that we can all smell the sweaty thespians (No THESPIANS, sadly, you illiterate tard!) and look terribly uncomfortable when these insolent waiters (sometime actors) make rude noise in our general direction.

The above is the stage, the sole stage furniture a piece of burger wrapper in the upper right. I did SO want to pick it up, a sign I am surely turning into a fscking crusty pillar of the community ffs! I thought I better snatch this photo b4 the play starts least the thespians shove my mobile into some obscure orfice of mine or worse, make public fun of me. As it was, the play was relatively harmless though N. was so enthused that I felt guilty and paid for her dinner. Ah well, read the reviews in the future... THANKS T.!!! THANKS A BUNCH! You owe me a dinner!

TEA PARTY & THE ESCAPE COMMITTEE

Friday night, after work drinkies, M. (She of the two boyfriends, one coming bearing expensive electronics, the other one apparently just coming) organised a get together of ex-Employees of the saltmines where we all worked (using the word 'worked' very losely). Now M. is wonderful to hang with and has a plethora or skills, sadly attention to detail, hell attention - period, is not her greatest strenght (*waves* HI M.!). We ended up at the AMBASSADOR hotel in King william street. The name of this 'australiana' is the height of a sarcasm. It is like calling the Siberian deathcamp 'The Riviera' or Iraq 'Burgeoning democracy'. Sad, sad dump, the only reason why it has not been buldozed are the bribes the owner must pay to the Adelaide City planners. Still, great time was had by all (3 of us).

After a while, K. proclaimed that she is going to see the 'TEA PARTY' and M. decided to try to find her car to drive home. So, Wulf finds himself torn between going home at the wee hour of 9PM or going to see a band at the uni... what a choice. A couple of vodkas and $60 later, the band it is... Woo hoo...
A respectable evening entertainment... shots to follow.

The band, A cross between PEARL JAM and hard rock/world music (C. Recons its a Fringe/Metal or some such) was quite entertaining. Though K. danced rather sineously and un-hard-rock like to its tunes. I do not think human, especially female body should move this way outside of a bedroom. Hrumph... (Oh yes, I am very offended for the benefit of all my female friends). Oh yes, the music, sorry, was distracted. Music rocked. Great live band.

And so, some grainy shots of 'THE TEA PARTY' @ THE ADELAIDE UNI.


Not much tea, but lots of party.


In fact, if there were any recreational chemicals in evidence, judging by the aromatic clouds of smoke, it was not the tea... unless it was the fragrant, green variety

MEDIA MIND KONTROL

Ah yes, we can not leave a journal entry without an a-political commentary.
Reading the Australian today at lunch, a fine right wing fascist rag, this picture of G.W.Bush;


Now, obviously this is merely a photoshopped version of the next image...


...G.W.Bush, defender of christian faith and the antichrists nemesis. I mean, HALO. How fucking subtle!



Some (the leftist marxist un-american traitors who shall burn in the clensing fires of the re-education camps when the purges come) would portray G.W. thusly


...but how about fair and balanced image, like this eh?

LINK OF THE DAY

Some un-american traitor has placed this collection of images of G.W.B. wearing all kinds of earpieces, wind up mechanisma and bullet proof vests. I place it on this page so that NSA can clense this filth off the cyberspace.
USA! USA! USA!

http://homepage.mac.com/c.shaw/BushBulges/PhotoAlbum15.html

TROJAN CHIXORZ

A roomy of a friend (Ebony) is an actor student. She was acting in the production of Eurpiedes:Trojan Women at the Festival Theater. Deciding I need a bit of kulduhre, I asked for a discount ticket. I went to see the show by my lonesome, an unusual even in itself as I much prefer to go see it with one of the smart women friends of mine. I was pleasantly surprised when the stalls ticket proved to be slap bang in the best seats of the theater.

As an aside, I was cogitating, "Why the hell do I like going to these things?", if by one hour into the show, I start checking my watch when the damned thing is going to finish. Like a true man, after an hour of hearing the girls whining I was like; "OH STFU ALREADY! GET ON WITH YOUR LIFE GIRL!!!". So, here is my analysis, yes I do like the shows and I also like the kulduhral people. So me thinks. I pay for the ticket, that in turn pays for the paycheck of the kulduhrals so I can speak to them at parties and shit. Fiendish plan, no?



Ok first, a summary of the play, according to Wulf.

"Euripedes:Trojan Women" - By Wulfius.

Some bloke and a chick whine for a while Dead chixors litter the ground, only they are not dead coz they all wake up and look around as if they were like "WTF was that crappy tunes?"

Chixorz Wah wah wah... our town is burned, our men haxored, woe is us.

Soldiers Our dicks are bigger, we rulz u biatches.

Chixorz (Bitch and moan for half an hour how tough they have it)

Old Chixor Boo hoo, I am not the queen anymore.

Soldiers Prance around the stage with the sticks looking tough.

Chixor with a kid This is the last Trojan male left, look at him, how sad.

Soldiers Hey, wait! We missed one! Throw the fucker off the tower!

Chixor with a kid Boo hoo, I am soo fscked off with you. My life suxorz so much.

Chixorz (Bitch and moan for 15 minutes how tough they have it)

Helen Hey hey, its not my fault, men think with their dix. I am like, n00b and innocent like. Chill everyone.

Chixorz Die biatch die! Greeks came and were rude like coz you are a slag!

Helen No, no, listen, its not like that. Im like you.

King No, no, you are a slag like the chixorz sez. We kill ya now.

Helen Wait, wait! I give good head!

King Ok, put her on the ship then.

Chixorz (Pissed) we'r gonna be slaves now, gawd that suxorz bigtime

Chixorz (look even more pissed)

Curtain.

Curtain rises.

All the chixorz and soldiers and King dance happy greek song throwing confetti.
Wulf is like: WTF? How come they are so happy! They were whining just then FFS!

I guess the play is so depressing (sorry, MOVING) otherwise they need a fscking hollywood happy ending at the end. Kek.

APPZ


This little piccy is my industrial espionage shot. A chart of all the applications at my current contract (lots). Puts things into perspective. My old boss came from my current employer making a big ado how she was 'instrumental' looking after one of these tiny-itsy bits squares. From this perspective (looking after the performance of all of these), I am like. Yeah, big deal, have a cookie now and STFU.

INSRAELIS INVESTIGATE A SHOOTING OF A 13YO PALESTINIAN GIRL

It would be so easy to condemn this, instead, I will not comment at all, merely provide the transcript of the official recording of the communications from the trial. A trial by the way that ended with the charge of a 'misuse of a weapon'.

Source: THE AGE

6:48 The observation point identifies the girl.

Observation point: "It's a little girl. She's running defensively eastward...a girl of about 10, she's behind the embankment, scared to death."

Outpost gate guard: "They're charging at her right now."

6:52 Iman al-Hams is hit.

Observation post: "Receive, I think that one of the positions took her out."

Operations room: "What, she fell?"

Observation post: "She's not moving right now." The company commander hears, but doesn't stop.

Company commander: "I and another solder... are going in a little nearer, forward, to confirm the kill... receive a situation report - we fired and killed her... I also confirmed the kill. Over."
NOTE: 'Confirming the kill' is the Israeli army slang for firing rounds into a hit target. The commander fired a full magazine into the 13 year old girl.
Hence the charge of 'weapon misuse'.

The incident is over. The company commander "clarifies" procedure

Company commander: "This is commander, anything that is mobile, that moves in the zone, even if it's a three-year-old, needs to be killed. Over"

Oh yes, I see that the 'roadmap' to peace is going to solve ALL the problems between the Palestinians and Israelis.

HALF LIFE 2 REVIEW

Finally, I found some time to play with my new immersive experience (not a game!). I spend most of the weekend playing through the long awaited HALF LIFE 2.HALF LIFE was a long standing benchmark in the first person perspective, single player genre, therefore HALF LIFE 2 (HL2) had a huge act to follow. Having played some way into the game, I can say with no bias, the game (err... entertainment software) absolutely rocks. Just as it gets boring, the story takes a twist.
It would be so easy to, like many others of its ilk to be a maze-rat-race, get the cheeze, kill the baddies. 4.5 out of 5 stars.


In one of the twists of the game a journey must be made in a MAD MAX like dune buggy through bug infested bad lands. Even though the vehicle does not have a windshield, it is very tempting to bugsplat these nasty alien suckers.
Scary customers, like many an apponent in the game.


What would a computer game be for all the sad geeks out there if there was no 'romantic interest', well fear not, a sexy, tall, aggressive beauty is in game. Also some chick pops up and talks to the sexy hardware.


Once in a while, by accident or by design, a scenic beauty appears. This could be a work of art, hanging on a wall


The game is 'revolutionary' because it allows a high degree of 'interaction' with the environment. It manifests in many way, here is just one example, a corridor full of zombies is about to say hello to a chainsaw blade I picked up with my gravity gun.

ANOTHER BUSHIS'M

As I am writing this log, a short soundbite from Bush on the radio.
I am astounded, the man is on the record for his skills with the Engrish linguage. But I sometimes wonder about his speech writers. For a gem like this to sneak into the speech it must mean that the contagion must be spreading.

This is what Bush said regarding Iraq (and how history will justify the war);

"Free societies don't attack each other".

I guess this explains why the US attacked the IRAQ then.

We can not fire the president but for the LOVE OF GOD, NSA!!!
PLEASE ADVISE CARL ROWE TO FIRE THAT DUMB SPEECHWRITER - HES EMBARRASING THE PREZ (a feat worthy of some sort of award).

FREAKY

Once again I am constantly amazed just how weird the real world is.
Came across this at work (something I need to cut down), a real world Chimeras!!!

"This is extremely rare; a case was discovered in 2002 when a woman needed a kidney transplant. Tissue typing revealed her to be a tetragametic individual, having developed from four gametes instead of two. Half her cells were genotypically different from the other half. During development, this woman and her twin fused into one embryo, and appeared to the world after birth to be one person. There are probably more people like this out there. I seem to remember a story where another woman surprisingly failed a maternity test for her own son, and was found to be chimeral." O_O

Who says God is a dry, humorless bloke with no imagination!

LINK OF THE DAY

http://www.disinfopedia.org/wiki.phtml?title=Disinfopedia

GRAPHIC AND THE ART OF LIFE.

http://fallujapictures.blogspot.com/

The scary thing is that most of these images are already censored for TV. Confronting though these are, still these are much less disturbing than most of the war pictures.

The world must know what war is more than 'precision strikes' targetting 'enemy compounds' with minimal 'coalition' 'casualties'. Blurry videos from a distance of the heroic multibillion dollar giant swatting the inhuman fanatics who have no honor, courage nor purpose. Annoyingly long 15 second sanitized video before the really important messages like game results or scandalous behaviour of an idol.

Each casualty has a name, a father, mother and other family members.
They had loves, dreams, aspirations, favourite place, friends.
A human sacrafice on the altar of 'War on Terror' to making us safer.


But we must keep telling ourselves that we are safer and Haliburton shareholders happier. Otherwise, what else would justify such attrocities?

Pass the link around.

INTENSE

Since, C. thinks I have an 'intense' look about me, I have got to fight this perception, so in the vein of being less intense in this post....
Cheap link to a satire site because I am too slack atm to write something myself

HALF LIFE 4/5

The long awaited Half-Life 2 is out (yesterday), finally. Naturally I have bought it and in line with my current stroke of ever increasing good luck and fortune, the game fails to install. Disk No.4 fails with an error after about 30 minutes.
I am sure this is all a Republican/Haliburton consipiracy to make my life slightly inconvinient.

A NEW WEAPON/SURVIVAL TOOL

Walked into a book store the other day, naturally, not looking for a book. Those things make you think funny and turn into a hippie. Many a time I just walk in and look at the pictures in the womens health and travel (africa, photography, tribes, pre-conversion to christianity). But this time, as if drawn by a collapsing red dwarf (Egor, heavy drinker, one leg shorter than the other) I was guided to new releases. A bricksized book, new in a series by an author I had been know to like. Last thing he wrote was 'Nights Dawn' trilogy which though I do not admit to having read it (thus avoiding being marked as seditionary, terrorist, leftie liberal lunatic) I have been told though that it was very good SC-FI.
Still I claim to have purchased the book in self defence. At over 1000 pages it can be used to brain an intruder or cook supper when the nooklear winter comes.

TAKE ME TO U R SPACESHIP

Having caught up with my dear friend T. for brekkie in town, some hilarity ensued.
T. has gone to Sydney recently and I have asked her to track down the BURAN space shuttle allegedly on exhibition at the Darling harbour. Poor T. was seen walking the shore asking people pitifuly 'CAN YOU TELL ME WHERE THE SPACESHIP IS?'. Until some kindhearted native told her; 'Dear, there is no SPACESHIP here'. Lol.
Well, it sounds funnier when T. tells it.

EYE CANDY

Welcome Ladies and Germs to a visual editon of Wulfs Pawprints.
In todays episode a mixture of photonic titilation to make you want look out onto the world from Wulfs eyeballs but since this privilidge is reserved for me until such time when I get 40/20 cybernetic implants or bequeith my eyeballs as transplants (whichever comes firsts), the eyeview of my camera must do.



Tonight I had gone to see Bette Middler perform. Pay careful attention, not Betty Midler, but her local (Australian) impersonator, Bette Middler.
I've seen the show with N. who is a great fan of the original and she had a lot of good things to say about the copy cat. Having noted that the copy cat had original classical opera training, I am betting that she was at least as good if not better singing the classics. Coincidentally, the performance was done as part of the Adelaide 'Feast' a Gay and Lesbian festival. At this point let me state that I went for the performance not to perform, though I must say, I felt a bit strange when some guys looked at me funny. With a voice one octave lower and looking very hetero I enjoyed the show to no end. Standing ovation, Bravo.



Saturday, lunch with my old friend M. Poor M. has a dillema, she has two blokes, one who buys her expensive electonics and furniture and whom she does not love (as much), and one whom she loves but he does not love her back (as much). Bah, if it was me, I'd go with the electronics. Call me a cheap whore. On the wall of the caffee a picture that had caught my attention, an old bloke in a swiming suit, lot of character and very real.

Sunday, lunch with C. Gave me an interesting book to read (review to follow) and a self published SC-FI from her friend in Canada. It is likely that C. will read this (and having shared her very personal blogg with me, she may well do so) *waves*.
I am blessed with meeting people who stretch my worldview, C. is one of those people. Let's see how long I can last before C. puts me to the sword.



Going to lunch, I saw this strange vehicle. A Nissan Exa with a Japanese boot variant. The roof and the boot can be taken off, and the boot replaced with a larger module, thus turning a 'sporty' (using the word losely) car into a wagon.



To conclude, this photo has arrived in my in-box a while ago, but its so emphatically manly that it deservers re-posting. I guess this is a reason why there are slightly more males born than females, to makeup for the natural attrition of the ones without the gene of consequence. There is only one more thing that this guy could be doing which is more st00pid, welding a gas tank.

SPRING CLEANING

It is a spring somewhere in the world. A spring of a state of mind, a new beginning. Decided to clean in the under the stairs storage, you know, the area where one stores all the really important bits of ones life we need to keep forever.
I decided to throw a lot of this stuff out, there is no reason to depraciate the market in WULF personal papers when I finally become famous (notorious?).

Some of the stuff I had found:

Old computer magazines (Late 80's)

Designs of old RPG modules and campaigns

My very first driving licence

Photos of my pre-x long time GF's Letitia and Deborah (sigh).

My 1993 Internet bill, so old it comes with a MICROFISH copy (no, really)

Old sketches and doodles

My college project design manuals (oh it was hard to throw them out)

Old job applications (I wanted to do WHAT?)

In a way, its liberating, throwing my past away. A part of me feels sad for what has been and gone, things I should have done better. Another part of me knows, that the only thing that is constant in the universe is change and when I am gone, all that will remain of me are not pieces of papers but ideas in peoples heads.

FALUJA FALLS

Am I the only person on the planet who believes that bombing residential neighbourhoods with 500pound (big) bombs is a wrong way to etablish a democracy? I really, really wish some of these so called politicians were to watch "STAR WARS" (!). As princes Leia says "Lord Vader, the tighter you squeeze your hand, the more systems are going to slip through your fingers".

Call me a mad, unrealistic libertarian, but if I was a MODERATE Iraqi and my innocent (yes there are innocent people living in Iraq) friends, family and neigbours were blown to bits, I would not necesserily cheer for the liberating forces as hard as I used to. But thats just me, a poor ignorant ethnic without any shares in Halliburton and General Electric and whatever other company is making a killing on this war at the expense of the US (and Australian) taxpayer.

Still, if one is to believe the (censored) news reports, Feluja is held hostage by a lot of evil, terrorist buildings since glaring menacingly at the most powerful army on the planet, it is all that our fragile western minds can bear to be shown being shot to bits. One distasteful scene was show, slipping past the army censors. A US soldier shouts, "There are wounded enemy in the alley". Gunfire. "Clear" they announce. I do not know what is more distressing, seeing our glorious troops shoot wounded in violation of the Geneva convention (ie: a war crime) or the censor thinking nothing of letting it be shown (having grown so callous).
I for one, welcome our new ruthless overlords.

Excuse me, I need to take a shower now.

UH OH...

I am getting worried, with the polling closed in the eastern states and results still being counted Bush has 52% of the vote and Kerry 47% of the vote. With Ohio the decisive state, looking leaning towards Bush, the result appears set. It looks like we are heading for 4 more years of despair and desolation.

It may well be that the owner of the Electronic voting machines company is living up to his promise .
Alternatively, the old adage about never overestimating the intelligence of the people is once again holding true.

Whatever the reason, if Bush wins, I calculate at least 200,000 innocent people are going to die as a direct result in the next 4 years. :(

GOOD GUY WINS.

Early poll indications show a Kerry victory.

Though this can be debated the choice is clear.
The ignorant, fools and the rich favour Bush. The rest of the planet favours Kerry.
Baring a last minute poll shenanigans, it looks like the balance of good and evil has been restored :)

Like most, initially I was sceptical. Given the US media propaganda calling the election 'too close to call' (meaning Bush is so far behind, we can't really say much) and the controversy surrounding the voting machines I thought Bush would win. Luckily, it seems that thankfuly I have underestimated the intelligence of the American people.
In the last few days I have seen the thinking Rebublican conservatives publish articles stating that Bush is bad for the country. It would seem that the American public agrees.

Record poll turnout is a sign, that united, the people, will never be defeated :)