The Grax Domain

27 Feb 2008 But we're in the middle of a plate!

Did anyone else feel that earthquake last night as well?

26 Feb 2008 Grax all over your face.... book

Grax Domain been pimped out to the masses.

I just so happened to be browsing along Facebook and I noticed an interesting little app called Flog Blog. It's nothing more than a simple RSS feed reader with a Facebook skin on it, but I figured it would be a good way of getting more site exposure.

So now you can read my latest blog entries on my Facebook profile.

That is all.

20 Feb 2008 Breaking news of female pleasures

Good news for mankind; there is a scientific way of finding the existance of the Gräfenberg spot of a woman via ultrasound. Now all they need to do is bring in this technology into foreplay...

I've got it.

Ultrasound dildo's.

No wait wait wait I've got it...

The Sonic Dildo™

Well I couldn't call it The Sonic Screwdriver could I? That name's been taken already.

18 Feb 2008 Grax Domain Birthday and the meaning of flumpy

Say, it's the Grax Domain's birthday today! It's actually 4 (count 'em) years old. So in traditional tradition I've done a little bit of artwork.

I've been playing a lot of Team Fortress 2 and the picture's based on Heavy Weapons Guy, my fave class.

I also found out a new meaning for a word: Flumpy.

I was sitting around at work and a colleague (who shall be named Collie) approached me. The conversation went something like this...

Collie: Y'alright? How's it going?
Me: I dunno. I just feel... Flumpy. I don't know how to describe it.
Collie: Well maybe if you used a real word.
Me: It is a real word (I didn't think it was a word, but I played with the idea)! Look I'll prove it. Google'll know. Google knows all.
Does a Google search for the word Flump
Me: Ha! See? I told you it was a real word.... uh-oh....
Clicks on the Urbandictionary.com link
Me: "Flumpy: the act of oral sex perform on a human while taking a shit".... Hmm... I'm not gonna live that one down am I?
Collie: Nope.

So yeah, apparantly that's how I'm feeling right now; flumpy. Anyone got any ideas how I can get out of this mood?

12 Feb 2008 How much of my brain do I use?

I stumbled upon a blog the other day called Let Me Go On And On; a blog from a woman called Debra, who wrote a book about praying and healing or something like that. One of her blog entries talks about the possibility of deceased relatives communicating via dreams. I made a comment about how these dreams could simply be the brain refiling its data during sleep. Which lead to her mentioning that 10% of the human brain actually gets used, which lead to a reply of that's probably not true, with a slight off-topic mention of vampires and werewolves.

So rather than continuing the brain talks on a blog entry about dead people getting their last words via dreams, I figured I'd address the brain issue here.

After a little research on the Internet I found several places which states that the 10% brain activity idea is pretty much a myth. In fact there's a Wikipedia entry that mentions this misconception. So it would appear that every part of the brain is used, which does makes sense. Why would any part of the brain be turned off, let alone 90% of the electrifying flesh-bag? It's like a TV on standby. It may appear off, but it's still buzzing with power, ready to be activated.

But just because we know that 100% of the brain is in use, doesn't mean we fully know what each part of it is doing... does it?

Whilst parts of the brain have been mapped for certain functions like speech, logical thinking, voluntary and involuntary body movement and so on, there are still parts of the brain that people haven't figured out what the hell it does. Certainly New Age proponents take this opportunity to say that the human brain is capable of superhuman feats, such as psychic powers and alternative perception. What if they're right?

Lets play with this idea for a possible scenario. Lets assume that in fact only about 10% of the brain gets used. What could be in the 90%? Could it be untapped knowledge? Information that human beings are simply born knowing; all the maths, science, language, culture, we already know it. Arachnids know how to spin a web immediately from birth do they not? Maybe we actually know everything and don't realise it.

So I think I use 100% of my brain. I just don't fully know what it's doing in my head.

5 Feb 2008 Mother Nature and my childhood bedroom

I had a dream last night. It was an odd dream, but in a good way. Full of emotions. It's a shame that I cannot remember it all, but this what I do remember.

I was at my old house back in my old home town. We have a driveway for the cars and a hedge blocking the view of most pedestrians. There is a large bush in the middle of the drive, taller than myself. I saw a woman at the top of this bush.

The best way to describe her is that she looked like Galadriel from the Lord of the Rings movie, only more playful and cheery. She was very friendly towards me and we had fun together, playing, kissing and so on. No sex mind you. I remember feeling love for her. Not just any old love, but the whole spectrum of love. From the love for a friend, to the love for a sensual lover, to even a love for a child, I felt it all for her. It was a wonderful feeling that pulsed through my very being.

I think she was Mother Nature personified. I don’t fully think that it actually was Mother Nature personified but it’s the closest thing I can describe who she was. Not necessarily by what she looked like, it was… kinda like a feeling I got from her.

After a while she took me somewhere outside my old house. Everything around it had a worn, overgrown feel to it, like no one had maintained it for years. She showed me a small door that lead to a tunnel. You needed to get on your hands and knees to get through. The whole area had a hint of eerie-ness about it (and the thought of the horror movie Ring did come to mind) but she made me feel safe. So we crawled through the tunnel and we entered a room.

I instantly recognised it as being my old bedroom (even though it looked nothing like my old bedroom in my old home town). My eyes lit up and I grew a smile from ear to ear. Memories flooded back to me as a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I was pointing out things with glee; "Aw man I remember this!" and "*gasp* My old comic annuals!" and so on.

The room and all the things inside had the same run-down look but it was my old bedroom untouched. The walls were coloured with two tones; blue and yellow. I'm taking #000066 blue and #FFCC00 yellow (yes I am using HTML hex code to describe colours, look them up on Google).

I think there was a random man in the room with us, about as tall as a child, but I don't think either Mother Nature or I saw this as odd.

I saw my old bed next to a wall. That area of the room did had the same shape as my old real life room, as the ceiling was low and at an angle due to the roof being the typical triangle shape roof. The bed was dusty and had a few dust-covered cobwebs over it. But I didn’t mind, it was my old bed. So I lightly dusted it off and jumped right into bed. Mother Nature smiled playfully and joined me in bed.

I think something else happened after that but then I woke up.

I did try and fall back asleep to pick up the dream where I left off but it didn't work.

2 Feb 2008 You know you've been doing too much XML when...