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Nik Turner

Saw the new Star Trek movie, and it wasn't half bad. So there.

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Welcome to the Blog of Inanity.
Me, Myself, and I
The world sucks, but we prefer to call it gravity.

Good generic time of day. I'd be Nik. That's the main thing. Or so I'm told.
Badass Music
I mainly enjoy industrial rock and prog. metal, basic genres tend to be too simplistic. That said, I like a huge variety of music, old and new. There's a big difference between music you'll listen to and music you'll choose to listen to, so here's a few I choose to enjoy: Nine Inch Nails, Razed in Black, Velvet Acid Christ, Skinny Puppy, Tool, Devin Townsend and Strapping Young Lad, Black Sabbath, Mike Patton and Faith No More, Roger Waters and Pink Floyd, David Bowie, Gary Numan, Leonard Cohen, The Sisters of Mercy, Marilyn Manson, Assemblage 23, Swans, Filter, KMFDM, Zeromancer, :Wumpscut:, Placebo, Live, VAST, Radiohead, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Seven Mary Three, Alice in Chains, Metallica, The Offspring, Garbage, The Smashing Pumpkins, The Prodigy, Joy Division and New Order, Type O Negative .. and many more.
Work Is Pain
But we do it anyway. I work at TelstraClear five days a week. Surprisingly good fun, for the most part. I used to work at Micky Finn's on Hereford street, so chances are if you've seen me around somewhere before, it was there. Or Granite, where I used to spend far too much time. Nowadays, I'm hiding in your attic and plotting your demise.
Stuf Wot Rulz
Reading, writing, painting. Creativity. Taking the time to notice the things no-one else does. Watching what everyone is oblvious to. Walking through parks instead of around them. I enjoy this illusion that we call life. Doesn't that just reek of pretentiousness?
I Heart
Having the conversations that make life worth getting up for.
I Collect
Transformers and related merchandise. Indeed. I co-administrate the local collectors' site, TransformersNewZealand.com, a bitchin' little community if there ever was one. Mmyeah.

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  • The Walrus and The Carpenter

    Considering I'm memorising the thing, here it is for your reading pleasure. Source: http://www.jabberwocky.com/carroll/w...

    I dare you to ask me to recite it when drunk. I'll screw it up and hate you for it.


    The Walrus and The Carpenter

    Lewis Carroll

    (from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

    The sun was shining on the sea,
    Shining with all his might:
    He did his very best to make
    The billows smooth and bright--
    And this was odd, because it was
    The middle of the night.

    The moon was shining sulkily,
    Because she thought the sun
    Had got no business to be there
    After the day was done--
    "It's very rude of him," she said,
    "To come and spoil the fun!"

    The sea was wet as wet could be,
    The sands were dry as dry.
    You could not see a cloud, because
    No cloud was in the sky:
    No birds were flying overhead--
    There were no birds to fly.

    The Walrus and the Carpenter
    Were walking close at hand;
    They wept like anything to see
    Such quantities of sand:
    "If this were only cleared away,"
    They said, "it would be grand!"

    "If seven maids with seven mops
    Swept it for half a year.
    Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
    "That they could get it clear?"
    "I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
    And shed a bitter tear.

    "O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
    The Walrus did beseech.
    "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
    Along the briny beach:
    We cannot do with more than four,
    To give a hand to each."

    The eldest Oyster looked at him,
    But never a word he said:
    The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
    And shook his heavy head--
    Meaning to say he did not choose
    To leave the oyster-bed.

    But four young Oysters hurried up,
    All eager for the treat:
    Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
    Their shoes were clean and neat--
    And this was odd, because, you know,
    They hadn't any feet.

    Four other Oysters followed them,
    And yet another four;
    And thick and fast they came at last,
    And more, and more, and more--
    All hopping through the frothy waves,
    And scrambling to the shore.

    The Walrus and the Carpenter
    Walked on a mile or so,
    And then they rested on a rock
    Conveniently low:
    And all the little Oysters stood
    And waited in a row.

    "The time has come," the Walrus said,
    "To talk of many things:
    Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
    Of cabbages--and kings--
    And why the sea is boiling hot--
    And whether pigs have wings."

    "But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
    "Before we have our chat;
    For some of us are out of breath,
    And all of us are fat!"
    "No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
    They thanked him much for that.

    "A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
    "Is what we chiefly need:
    Pepper and vinegar besides
    Are very good indeed--
    Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
    We can begin to feed."

    "But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
    Turning a little blue.
    "After such kindness, that would be
    A dismal thing to do!"
    "The night is fine," the Walrus said.
    "Do you admire the view?

    "It was so kind of you to come!
    And you are very nice!"
    The Carpenter said nothing but
    "Cut us another slice:
    I wish you were not quite so deaf--
    I've had to ask you twice!"

    "It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
    "To play them such a trick,
    After we've brought them out so far,
    And made them trot so quick!"
    The Carpenter said nothing but
    "The butter's spread too thick!"

    "I weep for you," the Walrus said:
    "I deeply sympathize."
    With sobs and tears he sorted out
    Those of the largest size,
    Holding his pocket-handkerchief
    Before his streaming eyes.

    "O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
    "You've had a pleasant run!
    Shall we be trotting home again?'
    But answer came there none--
    And this was scarcely odd, because
    They'd eaten every one.

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  • A cutesy little story, and a terrible frog poem

    Let's see..

    Just before christmas, I went to visit family friends. One of my mother's best friends has two awesome daughters who may as well be my sisters, and although we don't catch up often, it makes no difference how long it's been. Went off to the supermarket, since I was hideously tired and needed energy drinks - they live across the road from the huge Countdown at Northlands. While there, decided to nab them a christmas present. Ever see Ruby Gloom, that ridiculously cute little gothy cartoon? They had a DVD of that there, and I grabbed it since I knew they'd love it.

    It was labelled volume one, but when I got it back to theirs, I realised they'd actually given me volume two's disc. Was about to go back to the supermarket to fix it, when their mum stopped me. Turns out she'd bought them the other volume for christmas and hadn't told them, and that had volume one's disc inside - she hadn't noticed. The supermarket only had the two volumes. Of all the people to buy the other, that close to christmas, and get the other mixed-up disc, it had to be me. How deliciously appropriate that was.

    Such a cute story was it that we gave them both volumes then and there, and swapped the discs over. A good time was had by all. Aww, ain't dat cute.

    And now, a terrible frog poem I wrote at work the other day:

    Once there was a little frog
    Who sat upon his little log
    His friend the toad came ambling by
    Clutching a fresh and juicy fly
    "Oh toad, oh toad!", the frog did say
    For 'twas a lovely summer's day
    "Would you be so kind, oh dearest mate
    To spare a morsal for my plate?"
    Toad looked up, and toad looked down
    Across his brow there creased a frown
    For frog was quite the mischievous elf
    And never did shop for his own self
    At Toad's reply Frog gave a groan
    "Bugger off and get your own!"

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  • Fairytale - a twisted story of teenage angst from my past

    Hey, assorted peoples! It's totally Next Year already, and I've got some marvelous plans tucked away. One of them is revitalising the Blog of Inanity, and although I'm not organised enough for a proper entry right away, I've got an interesting wee something for your reading pleasure. The following is a story I wrote at age 15 for an English assignment. It's fiction, mostly, and a sort of twisted wee read. I'd not seen it in years. There's a perspective shift that I still think is quite clever, it's a shame the ending wasn't as exciting as it implies. But what really ends anyway?

    So, behold a byproduct of my teenage angst!


    Fairytale


    One: Hypothetical Devastation

    He sat in silence, time flowing like a river. Time heals all wounds, or so they say. He knows he is broken, that they were wrong. That something is wrong with him. So much hurt, so much pain. Being expected to carry on was the hardest part. The deposed lord of the kingdom of himself.

    The clock chimed diligently, one of the few things that remained constant. Everything changes eventually, everything breaks. He didn’t register the clock’s presence, lost in his thoughts. How could anyone have been through this? Why had he never been told he was capable of feeling pain like this?

    It had barely been two years, and already it seemed like a lifetime. A lifetime that had come to its bitter end much too suddenly, much too soon. The rest of his own lifetime would still have been too soon.

    Yes, two years ago. A chance encounter. He often wondered at all the people he saw every day, whether he would see them again, whether they even registered his existence.

    Back then he could laugh, and it wouldn’t ring with hollow emotion. Back then, he was in control. She had come, and she had laughed too. That lovely laugh, so full of life. They talked for hours and time slipped away even faster than it did now. He would treasure those memories forever, however long that might be.

    Their friends had said it was as if they were meant to be together. The more they shared, the more they felt it. A person-shaped hole that had been there all along. They were connected.

    For the first time in his life, he felt complete. It was worth getting up in the mornings. She had laugh at that, not being a morning person herself.

    He swam in an ocean of love for her, for everything. For life. He loved her too much, it seemed. For all they had, for everything they shared, life had other plans. Life wasn’t a fairytale. There were princes and princesses, but there was no happily ever after. Like some Shakespearean tragedy, it had happened. The happiest people fall the hardest, and fall she did. He didn’t know how to help her, how to save her from herself. It began to tear his fragile existence apart.

    She was the centre of his world, and she was hurting. He floated on their love while she sank beneath it. He tried to tell her – stupid romantic ideals, the wrong thing at the wrong time. Or perhaps the right thing at the wrong time. She shunned him, and he felt the beginnings of the pain which now surrounded him.

    They had pondered why people spoke about love coming from the heart. It definitely came from somewhere down there. But when it went away, everything hurt. He burned with a flame only he could see, a pain that was his alone.

    She hid herself away, too far gone for him to save, and she died in the darkness there.

    Those two years had indeed been a lifetime, but this couldn’t be a normal part of a normal life. No-one told him it would be this hard. That he would have to carry on. That life didn’t stop, not for anything.

    He was supposed to be her friend, and he hadn’t been there when she needed him most, caught up with his own pathetic dreams. She was everything, he was nothing, and now everything was gone.

    For days which turned into weeks he sat, staring at the wall of the world, functioning on auto-pilot. A soulless discarded s

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  • Jonathan Westcott
    Jonathan Westcott

    I scored $421 in my spare time being online! I got it from - http://goo.gl/PXK8A Dont say I never help anyone!

    11/20/10
  • Nicole Paul
    Nicole Paul

    greatings mr turner, what have you been up to lately? im moving back to chch shortly, we should do coffie and catch up of you like :)

    9/30/09
  • Joshee

    The world sucks, but we prefer to call it gravity. you r just so on the ball lol

    9/10/09
  • luv Lisa

    Meow! :( Where, oh where for art thou Nik? We should have a catch up very soon mister bum. Are you going to Winter Solstice tonight?! If so, keep an eye out for me! MMMmwah <3

    6/19/09
  • Kathi
    luv Kathi

    AHH! you are scary leaving me a boo!

    5/9/09
  • Christine
    luv Christine

    You were telling me about them at our flatwarming huh? or Mike was... if I remember right they were pretty funny lol. I need some more :( Getting almost to bored for myself these days, so somethings gotta give :P Which answers your next question, with absolutely nothing... trade me :D lol. It works for a small amount of time... but then youve seen everything and theres nothing more to look at.. lol. Everything else is gooooood, hows about you? :)

    4/22/09
  • luv Lisa

    Jellyfish? Oh no, now I'm scared... is the jellyfish army invading again? What are you doing with yourself now, fun and enjoyable stuff now that you're in the swing of part-time? Any new hobbies to speak of? Hehehehe I am on Day 10 of giving up smoking. How amazing is that?! -Round of applause- :D

    4/20/09
  • Miss Tash.
    Miss Tash.

    Hello good sir

    4/20/09
  • Alex
    Alex

    Glad your cat came back! Ooooh new stuff is FUN, so you do get to enjoy " fun business" ha ha. Ummmm no excitement here, moving next weekend until then just cleaning which is sooooo NOT FUN!

    4/18/09
  • Alex
    luv Alex

    Hello! So I thought I would post a comment, ya know, cause that's FUN! Loves......

    4/18/09
  • Christine
    Christine

    Haha yeah, every walk should have something impressive like that at the end :P Think of how many people would actually bother gonig for walks then lol.... Im just glad their car didnt crap out and we have to walk back..... coz fuck no lol uh uh. heeeeey actually....... we could of borrowed the donkeys lol however there was only 3, and considering me u and emma had already bonded with them, the other 2 would of been walking.... but what do we care :P :D

    4/15/09
  • Christine
    Christine

    ....... Its now over a year since Ive seen my donkey friends :( lol

    4/14/09
  • luv Lisa

    THE JELLYFISH ARE FALLING!!!!!

    3/17/09
  • Janis
    Janis

    yeh its so awesome that my case finally went through i was so sick of waiting. yeh got made redundant :( last day was on friday so don't have a fulltime job anymore, just got some work till sunday at the convension center then after that i'm a bum :( trying to find a fulltime job quick but theres not alot out there unfortunately. but atleats i won my court case thats a positive thing :)

    3/10/09
  • Kim

    YOu took me off your facebook weres the love man LOL

    3/6/09