Typing with the hand that bleeds

First impression

Well the celebration is still continuing after the ‘Day of Steve’ has passed. Too bad ‘Sing Sing’ was once again closed, as I haven’t treated my taste buds to ‘Sing Sing’ in a while. Fun was still to be had though and it doesn’t look like it’s going to stop there as the ‘Celebration of Steve’ kicks on.

The school of art has moved but where is the love? I’ve never been to prison before but I would imagine that the vibe that it emits would be similar to the one that the new building emits. The warm, fuzzy feeling that the old building at Peel Street seemed to emit has been replaced by cold, hard slabs of concrete. Maybe the university specifically ordered the designer to impose these feelings onto the building so it would drain the life out of the students and set them straight or maybe the designer just forgot to take into consideration how the students’ would feel. In the end when it comes down to it all, the building at Peel Street was a place where you could have mass orgies, while the new building is a place where you could have a mass slaughter, which would you prefer?

By the hand of Steven @ 28.2.05

No cause for celebration

It's been twenty-two years but the journey still hasn't begun yet, that will have to wait another year. On the 'Day of Steve', nothing was really accomplished, yet a great time was still had and even a plush ‘SpongeBob SquarePants’ toy was won. While one would assume that it has come up Steve today, underneath it all lies a bittersweet feeling. For today is not only the day of my birth but it’s also the last day of my holiday. Yes, university life will resume again and although I am excited about returning to the daily grind of it all, one can't help but feel the loss of freedom that holidays grant. Instead the freedom will be replaced by early morning struggles of trying to get projects done before deadline and fifteen hundred word essays. Goodbye Mr. Holiday, I’m going to miss you.

By the hand of Steven @ 27.2.05

Year of the cock

Another day, another new year. According to the Chinese calendar, today marks the first day of the year of the cock. Somehow, I can feel it’s going to be a long and hard year ahead.

By the hand of Steven @ 9.2.05

Schoolgirls on speed

Standing there, expressing his ignorant opinion through a monotonous tone, totally unaware of what was to come. Steve had heard enough and snapped, reaching for the sharpened pencil that lay on the table nearby, Steve then proceeded to brutally stab the ignorant one in his left eye. As the bloodied ignorant one tried to comprehend what had just happened, Steve walked away giggling like a schoolgirl on speed.

Have you ever wondered what kind of reaction you would receive if you were to do something outrageous as you're having a conversation with someone? These outrageous thoughts have entered my mind before whilst holding a conversation with someone. Often I'd giggle at the foreseen reaction of my twisted imagination, which results in the usual dumbfounded look on the person's face.

Trying to comprehend this train of thought has led me to yet another question about myself. Am I insane? I doubt it, as being insane would mean that I’d actually carry out what had been imagined, whilst every sane person would have had thoughts of this nature at some point in their life, it’s just that I'm the only one to admit it. There’s also the other idea that there's a fine line between a genius and the mentally insane. I appear to be approaching the line, so maybe I’ll be remembered as a genius rather than a madman.

By the hand of Steven @ 7.2.05

Plan A: Diabolous Captorous

Walking in the rain while listening to Telefon Tel Aviv on my iPod gave me just the start to the day that I needed. Communication with my mother has been scarce lately, that along with not having to work and receiving an e-mail from Lilian has completely erased any lingering melancholy from the system. Steve is back to his crazy self again and he's going to hunt you down. Hunt you down like a moose.

Speaking of the moose, is it just a coincidence that the moose has horns? Is it also a coincidence that the moose walks on four legs? It's no coincidence however, that the moose is evil. To compare the moose to the almighty lord of darkness may be ludicrous. However, what if I were to propose a hypothesis that the moose is the incarnation of the lord of darkness? For you see, the moose are the root of all evil in this world. Osama Bin Laden? He's obviously guided by the moose, as you don't see him riding by camel but rather the moose. Donald Trump? It's not natural hair, rather a wig made from the fur of moose, which then controls his brain.

That's only the tip of the iceberg though, as the lord of darkness is not foolish enough to expose himself to billions of people around the world. Rather, he resides in North America where he leads and controls his legion of darkness or for the uninformed, a herd of moose. The ultimate camouflage, who would suspect the moose? If one were to even suspect the moose, how would one be able to identify the lord of darkness in the herd? Well, I believe I've found the answer. The lord of darkness' pride would not allow him to simply follow another moose's orders. Rather, I believe that he'll display his almighty powers and lead all moose. So the conclusion is simple, find the strongest moose and you will find the lord of darkness.

Another thing that I managed to complete today other than conjure a plan to capture the lord of darkness was that I posted my order form for the Semi-Permanent conference. So there's no turning back now and so the waiting game commences. Waiting for more information about the conference so that I can book my flight and accommodation. I'm really looking forward to it though, as Build aka Michael C. Place, who is one of my favourite designers will be speaking there. Well that's enough Steve for today, stay tuned for more kids.

By the hand of Steven @ 1.2.05