The Schapelle Corby saga is really ticking me off. I'm seriously getting angry just thinking about it. Corby gave a personal appeal the judges today, declaring her innocence. [1]
"I'd like to say to the prosecutors, I cannot admit to a crime I did not commit. To the judges - my life at the moment is in your hands but I'd prefer it if my life was in your hearts"
At times, the Judges "made asides to each other, smiled wryly and one read a book on philosophy" Jesus! What balls! I thought Indonesians valued politeness. After all, it was partly her politeness in court which provoked the prosecution to not demand the death penalty. [2]
I don't know why they didn't take fingerprints off the bag with the Marijuana in it. If it were found that no fingerprints of hers were on it, then thay would be rather strong evidence, wouldn't it?
The prosecution believes "The defendant's actions can ruin the image of Bali as a tourist destination" However if found guilty, this trial would do more damage to Bali than any drugs could.
I've decided to leave my "Schapelle's innocent" banner until she's out of jail and back in Australia. Which could take 40 years or so. Hmm, well this is my little protest for the day. As if Indonesian Judges are gonna read this. As if writing this is gonna help Schapelle. Pffft, I'm trying.
Well there's my completely one sided argument begging for Schapelle's freedom. I'd rather talk about this than student unionism. Fuck VSU, this is more important.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Friday, April 22, 2005
corby
I emailed Bailsey my thesis progress report today. Good to get that out of the way.
This Schapelle Corby thing is getting close to a final verdict. It's looking as if she'll receive a life sentence. Christ. That's fucked. In my opinion, the court in which the trial is being heard looks so pathetic. Semi-outdoors, phones going off all the time, that's shite! You can't have a fair trial in those conditions.
Russel Crowe has spoken publicly about it. He said this:
"The due process of Indonesian law we have to respect from an international relations point of view but from my individual point of view, looking at it, it's like it's bullshit, let's deal with it."
Take 'em on Russ! Fight those Indonesians! Foighting reeound the weeorld!!! Did he quit his band and join The John Butler Trio? Anyway, if Corby does get sentenced to life in jail, I'll be bitching about it on here.
This Schapelle Corby thing is getting close to a final verdict. It's looking as if she'll receive a life sentence. Christ. That's fucked. In my opinion, the court in which the trial is being heard looks so pathetic. Semi-outdoors, phones going off all the time, that's shite! You can't have a fair trial in those conditions.
Russel Crowe has spoken publicly about it. He said this:
"The due process of Indonesian law we have to respect from an international relations point of view but from my individual point of view, looking at it, it's like it's bullshit, let's deal with it."
Take 'em on Russ! Fight those Indonesians! Foighting reeound the weeorld!!! Did he quit his band and join The John Butler Trio? Anyway, if Corby does get sentenced to life in jail, I'll be bitching about it on here.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
tests! reports! exams! assignments!
I have an algorithms and data structures exam tomorrow. Reccurences, asymptotic time complexity, theta notation... that subject has it all! Actually, I learnt that the fastest a computer can multiply two numbers of n digits each is O(n log n log log n). Also, the fastest algorithm for the travelling salesman problem is O(n!). Wow! That's slow! Wow! I sound like Eliza!
Amidst all the chaos of University, I managed to begin reading "The Metamorphosis", by Franz Kafka. The opening sentence is:
"As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect."
Fuckin insane.
I got my three Henry Rollins tickets today in the mail. I'm in row BB, which is the 5th row. Pretty good. Cog are also playing at the Zoo this Friday. I might go, I've already seen em twice though. meh.
Anyway, I must get back to work.
Amidst all the chaos of University, I managed to begin reading "The Metamorphosis", by Franz Kafka. The opening sentence is:
"As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect."
Fuckin insane.
I got my three Henry Rollins tickets today in the mail. I'm in row BB, which is the 5th row. Pretty good. Cog are also playing at the Zoo this Friday. I might go, I've already seen em twice though. meh.
Anyway, I must get back to work.
Monday, April 18, 2005
You've unreased the fooking foury!
I've caught a cold that my Dad has. Fucking great. Today I had a Computer Networks II test. I went alright. Though I felt there were too many C code questions. I wanted more on queing theory, which I've become rather good at.
After that I went into HMV and looked for stuff to get with my $30 HMV voucher. The following items took my fancy:
After that I went into HMV and looked for stuff to get with my $30 HMV voucher. The following items took my fancy:
- Herbie Hancock live DVD - $15
- Atari Teenage Riot: The Future of War - $5
- G3 DVD, (Joe Satriani, Steve Vai and Yngwie Malmsteen) - $26
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Bernard
Yesterday I had a mild brush with fame. Sorta. I walked past Bernard Hoey of Topology just as I got off the bus in the city. He was carrying his viola case and wearing a Tutti con Brio shirt. Their Perpetual Motion Machine cd is one of the best cds I've bought in a long while. It was recorded at QUT I do believe.
Yesterday I did some mild clothes shopping, looking for cool jackets in Myer and Target. Places where I can use Amy's gift card. Thanks again Amy. A pin stripe jacket took my fancy, but it looked too swish to wear everyday to uni. Meh.
I've applied for a few graduate positions lately. ANZ, Honeywell and Orica. Honeywell supply military equipment for the US, so I read. Jeebus. I'll apply for one down in Canberra, but I don't wanna move away from Brisbane for my first job. I'd be all scared and lonely.
I've been monitoring my mobile phone usage pedantically ever since I got it. I should be fine. I reckon I'll go through $30 every 2/3 months. I've used $3.37 over a week. And about 60c I accidentally used to record myself ordering Henry Rollins tickets. I left that on Rhodri's voicemail. I'm not used to mobiles yet. So a generous estimate: $3.37 x 4 weeks = $13.48 per month. $30 / $13.48 = 2.225 months of usage.
I also bought 3 Henry Rollins spoken word tickets. I'm so sly. I was about to order some crappy seats, but then I asked if he was doing another show. Annnnd he was, although it wasn't announced yet. They tickets were to go on sale tomorrow. So the nice Tivoli lady got me front row seats for the unannounced concert.
From the Tivoli ste:
No Support No Interval
Tuesday 24th May
& WEDNESDAY 25TH MAY
(New Date Released)
Doors: 7.00pm
Showtime: 8.00pm
Tickets: $45.65
All ages, Must be accompanied by a adult
Reserved Seating
Muhahaha. I rock.
I did so much stuff yesterday, but I've done fuck all today. Uggh. I feel sick.
Yesterday I did some mild clothes shopping, looking for cool jackets in Myer and Target. Places where I can use Amy's gift card. Thanks again Amy. A pin stripe jacket took my fancy, but it looked too swish to wear everyday to uni. Meh.
I've applied for a few graduate positions lately. ANZ, Honeywell and Orica. Honeywell supply military equipment for the US, so I read. Jeebus. I'll apply for one down in Canberra, but I don't wanna move away from Brisbane for my first job. I'd be all scared and lonely.
I've been monitoring my mobile phone usage pedantically ever since I got it. I should be fine. I reckon I'll go through $30 every 2/3 months. I've used $3.37 over a week. And about 60c I accidentally used to record myself ordering Henry Rollins tickets. I left that on Rhodri's voicemail. I'm not used to mobiles yet. So a generous estimate: $3.37 x 4 weeks = $13.48 per month. $30 / $13.48 = 2.225 months of usage.
I also bought 3 Henry Rollins spoken word tickets. I'm so sly. I was about to order some crappy seats, but then I asked if he was doing another show. Annnnd he was, although it wasn't announced yet. They tickets were to go on sale tomorrow. So the nice Tivoli lady got me front row seats for the unannounced concert.
From the Tivoli ste:
No Support No Interval
Tuesday 24th May
& WEDNESDAY 25TH MAY
(New Date Released)
Doors: 7.00pm
Showtime: 8.00pm
Tickets: $45.65
All ages, Must be accompanied by a adult
Reserved Seating
Muhahaha. I rock.
I did so much stuff yesterday, but I've done fuck all today. Uggh. I feel sick.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
2 degrees of separation
I met someone very interesting on the train home today. I was with these 2 girls who I knew from my music subject last year. I was showing them my phone and using the composer function, jamming along with their phone which played a nice polyphonic rhythm section. Suddenly, this fellow sitting across the aisle from me, starts talking to me. Our conversation went as thus:
stranger: "Are you a dj?"
me: "No I play a real instrument: Guitar"
*The train leaves Roma St. Station*
"Oh cool cool... hey don't give that up. Don't give up playing guitar, or playing music. God I knew some people. They were in uni, but they dropped out to play in a band. I used to play with them sometimes. It totally shocked their parents that they quit uni just to form a band. But ya know, they knew what they were doing, because, you see, they went on to become Powderfinger"
This guy immediately has my full attention. Fark. It seemed very orchestrated, the way he said how he knew Powderfinger. But I believed him. He seemed genuine. He seemed their age. It was weird that he said this to me near Roma St. I'm gonna write everything he said to me, before I forget it.
He started off saying he went to school with them. And he used to jam with the Powderfinger guys. He said that he doesn't see them very much now. I asked: "Do they play in America a lot nowadays?" "Oh well they still play at a place in Samford". He later said: "If you ever meet Powderfinger, just drop the name Luba. That was my nickname in school. My name's Stuart. But I'm sure they'll remember me"
He was going on a tangent about how he plays guitar now, with other people. I wanted to know more about Powderfinger. I asked him what the Powderfinger guys did at uni. He said:
"Oh ummm ummm *thinking thinking* I think Bernard was doing journalism. And someone was doing economics?" He didn't seem very sure. But I really did believe him. He mentioned a lot about Ian from Powderfinger. I just nodded, cos I only know of Bernard
I quizzed him about how he got to play with Powderfinger.
"Oh one time they played in this old, empty firehouse in *suburb I forget*. They were about 20 girls there listening to them intently. I figured they were their goupies. They asked me to play with them, because I had my guitar with me. So I did. I was shy ya know. I wish I had a 20 metre lead so I could play in the corner."
He later said that the songs that Powderfinger wrote for their first album were written in the 80's. Such a long time ago. I laughed. I asked him if he thought Powderfinger used a riff that was written by him in one of their songs.
"Oh no, I could never write songs. I could always provide a backing to something. I never wrote anything"
I was talking about how I saw Powderfinger at the Big Day Out. I was sinuating that "I didn't hate Powderfinger!". He said how he saw The Cure in the 80's, 1983? And some other notable bands.
I started talking about the problems I had when I was playing in bands in high school. Playing in a tiny room, it's always loud. You can't hear anyone talk.
"Yes yes. I know what you mean. And you need to find a good drummer. A lot of drummers a psycho"
I said that I played drums in an orchestra. He asked me if I wanted to play drums in some band of his. I said that I didn't have a drumkit, I just did orchestral percussion. Ah.
He got off at Wooloowin station. I shook his hand, and he reminded me to namecheck Luba to them. I assured him I would. And so that ended one interesting conversation. Wow. I'm 2 degrees from Powderfinger now. Quite amazing. The people you meet on a train.
stranger: "Are you a dj?"
me: "No I play a real instrument: Guitar"
*The train leaves Roma St. Station*
"Oh cool cool... hey don't give that up. Don't give up playing guitar, or playing music. God I knew some people. They were in uni, but they dropped out to play in a band. I used to play with them sometimes. It totally shocked their parents that they quit uni just to form a band. But ya know, they knew what they were doing, because, you see, they went on to become Powderfinger"
This guy immediately has my full attention. Fark. It seemed very orchestrated, the way he said how he knew Powderfinger. But I believed him. He seemed genuine. He seemed their age. It was weird that he said this to me near Roma St. I'm gonna write everything he said to me, before I forget it.
He started off saying he went to school with them. And he used to jam with the Powderfinger guys. He said that he doesn't see them very much now. I asked: "Do they play in America a lot nowadays?" "Oh well they still play at a place in Samford". He later said: "If you ever meet Powderfinger, just drop the name Luba. That was my nickname in school. My name's Stuart. But I'm sure they'll remember me"
He was going on a tangent about how he plays guitar now, with other people. I wanted to know more about Powderfinger. I asked him what the Powderfinger guys did at uni. He said:
"Oh ummm ummm *thinking thinking* I think Bernard was doing journalism. And someone was doing economics?" He didn't seem very sure. But I really did believe him. He mentioned a lot about Ian from Powderfinger. I just nodded, cos I only know of Bernard
I quizzed him about how he got to play with Powderfinger.
"Oh one time they played in this old, empty firehouse in *suburb I forget*. They were about 20 girls there listening to them intently. I figured they were their goupies. They asked me to play with them, because I had my guitar with me. So I did. I was shy ya know. I wish I had a 20 metre lead so I could play in the corner."
He later said that the songs that Powderfinger wrote for their first album were written in the 80's. Such a long time ago. I laughed. I asked him if he thought Powderfinger used a riff that was written by him in one of their songs.
"Oh no, I could never write songs. I could always provide a backing to something. I never wrote anything"
I was talking about how I saw Powderfinger at the Big Day Out. I was sinuating that "I didn't hate Powderfinger!". He said how he saw The Cure in the 80's, 1983? And some other notable bands.
I started talking about the problems I had when I was playing in bands in high school. Playing in a tiny room, it's always loud. You can't hear anyone talk.
"Yes yes. I know what you mean. And you need to find a good drummer. A lot of drummers a psycho"
I said that I played drums in an orchestra. He asked me if I wanted to play drums in some band of his. I said that I didn't have a drumkit, I just did orchestral percussion. Ah.
He got off at Wooloowin station. I shook his hand, and he reminded me to namecheck Luba to them. I assured him I would. And so that ended one interesting conversation. Wow. I'm 2 degrees from Powderfinger now. Quite amazing. The people you meet on a train.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Butterfly
After uni I trekked out to the backyard to find stuff to photograph. I saw a butterfly and stalked it for a while until it landed on the lemon tree. I got as close as I could to it and zoomed in about 8x. I photographed like mad and this was the best shot I got of it.
Oooh check out my uber stylish thumbnail!!!
Thankyou for reading my incredibly freaky lego post. I'm thinking of creating some more bizzare fiction like that. Maybe "The Complete and unabridged history of Legoland: Nazis out of the closet" Either that or do my thesis.
Oooh check out my uber stylish thumbnail!!!
Thankyou for reading my incredibly freaky lego post. I'm thinking of creating some more bizzare fiction like that. Maybe "The Complete and unabridged history of Legoland: Nazis out of the closet" Either that or do my thesis.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Legoland: Out of the Closet and On My Desk
A long time ago, there once lived a man. A man respected throughout all of legoland. His name was Dwayne. Like his pet fish, Isadora, he had a god awful name.
Despite being respected, he did have his fair share of misfortunes. For instance, he was forever cursed to have a gigantic lump on his head. Also, evolution treated Dwayne perculiarly. He had hands, although no fingers! Come to think of it, everyone in legoland had these abnormalities. In retrospect, the things that Dwayne needed to pick up fitted comfortably in his own hands. What a coincidence!
One day Dwayne was riding his chopper when he came across his old friend and fellow member of the legoland Nazi party, Leon.
Dwayne and Leon had a great time in the Nazi party. They primarily worked in the Ministry of Alterations. They exterminated black legoland people and, quote: "cleansed the white lego-race in the name of God and purified the soil of legoland with the blood of the facists".
"Hi comrade!" exclaimed Leon. Dwayne got out of his chopper, happy to see Leon. It's been a while since they last met. The last time they met was at a public hanging in which 3 legoland niggers died to the joy of thousands of white lego men. But before any discussions of recent nigger killings could take place, they heard a scream. A shout, a cry, of a fellow comrade. In pain oh the pain!
Leon and Dwayne were oblivious to the incident which happened approximately 30 cms from them. Although in lego terms, 30 cms would seem a lot, because, legoland only consisted of the area on Craig's desk. Leon and Dwayne rushed over to inspect the scene.
"Oh no! The Fuhrer! You killed the Fuhrer!" exclaimed Leon, with a smile on his face. "It wasn't me! It was you on the grassy knoll!" replied the mystery man, with the exact same smile on his face. "That's a lie! You tracherous swine!" screamed Leon, again, with that same smile on his face. The people of legoland could not express facial expressions. This perhaps caused much confusion among the population in legoland. One might theorise that this inability to communicate led to the racial scapegoating that was rife in legoland.
"Oh it's ooooon!!!" they mutually yelled.
Hmmm. What did they mutually agree on? Was it fighting? Or was it a gay threesome? The people of legoland got into these situations all the time. Unable to convey what they truly meant was a huge problem. Or was it?!?! Dwayne seemed to like the mystery assasinator going down on him, and Leon liked it when he was in positions of control. They all had huge smiles on their faces now!
Suddenly they sprung to their senses and started fighting! Rar! Although in no time, Dwayne put his gun to the assasinator's head.
With one decisive move of his finger...............? Actually how did the people of legoland use guns? How did they pull the trigger?!?!? One of life's many mysteries. Anywho, with the power of telekinesis, Dwayne pulled the trigger.
A flash ripped through legoland. As the bullet passed through the man's brain, it ripped his head clean off.
"Victory to the party! Oh glorious day for the white race!" exclaimed Dwayne, forgetting that their Fuhrer died a few minutes ago. What a twat. But with little time to celebrate, they noticed a rather large shadow eminating from behind them. What could that be? A nigger? No. Tis much worse. Dwayne and Leon turned around... their heads rose to take in what they saw.
Twas a beast of epic proportions!!!
Leon immediately recognized this as the work of the demigod Sarah. This leviathan was created around Christmas time. "It had never been a threat to legoland until now!!! Suddenly Leon and Dwayne sprung into action. They jumped up and landed on the monster's head.
They knew that the only way to destroy the monster was by shooting it through it's head. Though Dwayne suffered from a fear of heights. He peered down.
He started feeling quesy. Ugggh. His feet slipped! He fell and plummetted to his death!!!
He lay beside that huge scrachit Craig got for his birthday. Craig didn't win a cent on that. Fuck. Nevertheless, as Dwayne's corpse lay next to that giant, novelty scrachit, Leon yelled. "Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!! My fellow comrade! My fellow nigger hater!!! My gay partner I frequently had sex with!!!"
Leon contemplated his life at that moment, on top of the giant beast. Will he ever grow fingers? Will he ever learn to use his face as a means of communication? Will he stop wearing that stupid pirate hat and stop holding that silly flag? Won't he ever grow up?!?!?!
THE END?
Afterword:
Jesus, I had no intention of making the characters in this story gay Nazis. I am really fucked in the head. Neither have I ever written a sex scene before. I spose I was trying to explain why I never played with black lego men when I was young. I honestly cannot recall seeing black lego men, or women! I've never seen a lego women before in my life. Though I'm pretty sure they have em now. I don't think this racist world would exist anymore. Current lego sets consist of many races of lego people, including women.
In summary, this story is a period piece, which is set in the early 90's. A racist period in lego culture. This racism is fueled by the inability to communicate non-verbally with others. Factors which contribute to this include:
Since there are no women in the lego world of the early 90's, the lego men are forced into homosexuality. Lego men turn to homosexuality, also because of their constant smiles on their faces. They're happy. They're gay. However, of course, homosexuality is strictly forbidden in the Nazi party. Hence, all members of the Nazi parties are still stuck in the closet and refuse to admit to their gay tendencies.
This anger about how the Nazi party represses homosexual activity is probably what prompted the mystery person to assasinate the Fuhrer. Immediately afterwards, all three of them indulged in a threesome. Without the ruling of the Fuhrer, they were free to express their forbidden desires.
With the execution of the Fuhrer, one might predict how legoland would evolve into the next century. The assasination may well have started a revolution. Without the Fuhrer they were so much more free. However, their limited non-verbal communication would still be apparent. It would still encourage racist behaviour and another Fuhrer may well have risen to the ranks. Perhaps the giant monster brought together the entire population of legoland. Perhaps they rose up against the monster, and the demigod Sarah and won! Thus creating a feeling of togetherness within the community.
It is interesting to ponder these questions and predict how legoland morphed into what it is now: a land where everyone is equal, and racial prejudices do not exist.
So I hope that this story will be used in the classroom as a story to seriously study. It will be right up there with nineteen-eighty-four, and brave new world.*
* Joke
Despite being respected, he did have his fair share of misfortunes. For instance, he was forever cursed to have a gigantic lump on his head. Also, evolution treated Dwayne perculiarly. He had hands, although no fingers! Come to think of it, everyone in legoland had these abnormalities. In retrospect, the things that Dwayne needed to pick up fitted comfortably in his own hands. What a coincidence!
One day Dwayne was riding his chopper when he came across his old friend and fellow member of the legoland Nazi party, Leon.
Dwayne and Leon had a great time in the Nazi party. They primarily worked in the Ministry of Alterations. They exterminated black legoland people and, quote: "cleansed the white lego-race in the name of God and purified the soil of legoland with the blood of the facists".
"Hi comrade!" exclaimed Leon. Dwayne got out of his chopper, happy to see Leon. It's been a while since they last met. The last time they met was at a public hanging in which 3 legoland niggers died to the joy of thousands of white lego men. But before any discussions of recent nigger killings could take place, they heard a scream. A shout, a cry, of a fellow comrade. In pain oh the pain!
Leon and Dwayne were oblivious to the incident which happened approximately 30 cms from them. Although in lego terms, 30 cms would seem a lot, because, legoland only consisted of the area on Craig's desk. Leon and Dwayne rushed over to inspect the scene.
"Oh no! The Fuhrer! You killed the Fuhrer!" exclaimed Leon, with a smile on his face. "It wasn't me! It was you on the grassy knoll!" replied the mystery man, with the exact same smile on his face. "That's a lie! You tracherous swine!" screamed Leon, again, with that same smile on his face. The people of legoland could not express facial expressions. This perhaps caused much confusion among the population in legoland. One might theorise that this inability to communicate led to the racial scapegoating that was rife in legoland.
"Oh it's ooooon!!!" they mutually yelled.
Hmmm. What did they mutually agree on? Was it fighting? Or was it a gay threesome? The people of legoland got into these situations all the time. Unable to convey what they truly meant was a huge problem. Or was it?!?! Dwayne seemed to like the mystery assasinator going down on him, and Leon liked it when he was in positions of control. They all had huge smiles on their faces now!
Suddenly they sprung to their senses and started fighting! Rar! Although in no time, Dwayne put his gun to the assasinator's head.
With one decisive move of his finger...............? Actually how did the people of legoland use guns? How did they pull the trigger?!?!? One of life's many mysteries. Anywho, with the power of telekinesis, Dwayne pulled the trigger.
A flash ripped through legoland. As the bullet passed through the man's brain, it ripped his head clean off.
"Victory to the party! Oh glorious day for the white race!" exclaimed Dwayne, forgetting that their Fuhrer died a few minutes ago. What a twat. But with little time to celebrate, they noticed a rather large shadow eminating from behind them. What could that be? A nigger? No. Tis much worse. Dwayne and Leon turned around... their heads rose to take in what they saw.
Twas a beast of epic proportions!!!
Leon immediately recognized this as the work of the demigod Sarah. This leviathan was created around Christmas time. "It had never been a threat to legoland until now!!! Suddenly Leon and Dwayne sprung into action. They jumped up and landed on the monster's head.
They knew that the only way to destroy the monster was by shooting it through it's head. Though Dwayne suffered from a fear of heights. He peered down.
He started feeling quesy. Ugggh. His feet slipped! He fell and plummetted to his death!!!
He lay beside that huge scrachit Craig got for his birthday. Craig didn't win a cent on that. Fuck. Nevertheless, as Dwayne's corpse lay next to that giant, novelty scrachit, Leon yelled. "Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!! My fellow comrade! My fellow nigger hater!!! My gay partner I frequently had sex with!!!"
Leon contemplated his life at that moment, on top of the giant beast. Will he ever grow fingers? Will he ever learn to use his face as a means of communication? Will he stop wearing that stupid pirate hat and stop holding that silly flag? Won't he ever grow up?!?!?!
THE END?
Afterword:
Jesus, I had no intention of making the characters in this story gay Nazis. I am really fucked in the head. Neither have I ever written a sex scene before. I spose I was trying to explain why I never played with black lego men when I was young. I honestly cannot recall seeing black lego men, or women! I've never seen a lego women before in my life. Though I'm pretty sure they have em now. I don't think this racist world would exist anymore. Current lego sets consist of many races of lego people, including women.
In summary, this story is a period piece, which is set in the early 90's. A racist period in lego culture. This racism is fueled by the inability to communicate non-verbally with others. Factors which contribute to this include:
- Static facial expressions
- Limited arm and leg movement
- Only one axis of movement in head
Since there are no women in the lego world of the early 90's, the lego men are forced into homosexuality. Lego men turn to homosexuality, also because of their constant smiles on their faces. They're happy. They're gay. However, of course, homosexuality is strictly forbidden in the Nazi party. Hence, all members of the Nazi parties are still stuck in the closet and refuse to admit to their gay tendencies.
This anger about how the Nazi party represses homosexual activity is probably what prompted the mystery person to assasinate the Fuhrer. Immediately afterwards, all three of them indulged in a threesome. Without the ruling of the Fuhrer, they were free to express their forbidden desires.
With the execution of the Fuhrer, one might predict how legoland would evolve into the next century. The assasination may well have started a revolution. Without the Fuhrer they were so much more free. However, their limited non-verbal communication would still be apparent. It would still encourage racist behaviour and another Fuhrer may well have risen to the ranks. Perhaps the giant monster brought together the entire population of legoland. Perhaps they rose up against the monster, and the demigod Sarah and won! Thus creating a feeling of togetherness within the community.
It is interesting to ponder these questions and predict how legoland morphed into what it is now: a land where everyone is equal, and racial prejudices do not exist.
So I hope that this story will be used in the classroom as a story to seriously study. It will be right up there with nineteen-eighty-four, and brave new world.*
* Joke
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