Some of you might be wondering why I haven't been updating as regularly as before.
If you are one of those people I will slap you in the face and yell "What? Don't you have anything better to do then to read mindless ramblings of a crazed old coot?"
Seriously... Love the dedication and all but...
It is a tad bit sad.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
High Ho Silver!
Salutations brethren of the lower order for today is a glorious day. Indeed every day is glorious as it was not this way before.
Everytime you look around the world is different it has changed my friends.
But I ask you this; Where did it go?
Surely a place in time may not simply vanish into oblivion and another takes its place. Surely such a feat would be monsterous and a great occurence that it would not go unnoticed.
But it must happen. For if the future is going to happen the present has to be removed. There can be only enough time in the world for one time otherwise we would be bustling up against next Tuesday whilst trying to navigate around Wednesday's fallen cart.
Yes, the past is a foreign country. You do not want to wonder what it does or where it goes. And yet... we do.
Something may be said of the human mind, either its curiousity or sheer stubborness.
But alas as another sliver thin moment is lost to the ages and dissapears to an unknown place I too must leave. For is it not written "This report will not write itself!"?
Everytime you look around the world is different it has changed my friends.
But I ask you this; Where did it go?
Surely a place in time may not simply vanish into oblivion and another takes its place. Surely such a feat would be monsterous and a great occurence that it would not go unnoticed.
But it must happen. For if the future is going to happen the present has to be removed. There can be only enough time in the world for one time otherwise we would be bustling up against next Tuesday whilst trying to navigate around Wednesday's fallen cart.
Yes, the past is a foreign country. You do not want to wonder what it does or where it goes. And yet... we do.
Something may be said of the human mind, either its curiousity or sheer stubborness.
But alas as another sliver thin moment is lost to the ages and dissapears to an unknown place I too must leave. For is it not written "This report will not write itself!"?
Sunday, May 2, 2010
A small break from cramming.
CUE TUMBLEWEED!
I just updated this on a whim, you can put away your pitchforks now...
*looks at crowd*
...all one of you.
Hi Mum!
I just updated this on a whim, you can put away your pitchforks now...
*looks at crowd*
...all one of you.
Hi Mum!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Silent Vlog
I am crazy.
A blog about a blog?
SOMEONE END MY MADNESS NOW!
...it's me by the way... in the video.
A blog about a blog?
SOMEONE END MY MADNESS NOW!
...it's me by the way... in the video.
Friday, April 9, 2010
What Irks me Greatly
'What irks me greatly' I will now tell,
In poem format, what the hell.
1) Television Today, what can I say?
Violence and sex run on the screen and have somehow become acceptable as mainstream.
And children's shows too, for that matter, canned laughter does not make it better.
Those annoying voice overs during the promos, making the audience gasp and say "ONOES!"
But in actual fact they fabricated a whole story from two or three clips that leads the audience to believe something is going to happen when in actual fact the show itself has a completely different plot.
Ok so that bit didn't rhyme, I'll try harder next time.
Advertising in general: It's annoying when y'all actually listen to what they say and focus away from the outstanding gay.
They do not lie but bend the truth, use words that make their message mean nothing like; may, help, if.
It helps fight the seven signs of aging,... If eaten with a balanced diet and regular exercise. You might save some money.
Ads are just so dishonest, insert word here that rhymes with honest.
It's got knobs on it, it really does. Oh and ads that point out problems and imply they solved the solution but really haven't.
"Katie likes buying shoes but she doesn't know a thing about cars. Like this:___"
What about the car? It's just annoying.
'It is better than SOME leading brands.'
So really there are products out there that are better than it? For an ad who is pushing the message of SCIENCE that doesn't work very well.
OH! And all those ads who say "Now with wonderfluriom, made from nature so it must be good for you."
BECAUSE IT IS FROM NATURE DOES NOT MEAN IT IS GOOD FOR YOU!
That is all...
Peace
In poem format, what the hell.
1) Television Today, what can I say?
Violence and sex run on the screen and have somehow become acceptable as mainstream.
And children's shows too, for that matter, canned laughter does not make it better.
Those annoying voice overs during the promos, making the audience gasp and say "ONOES!"
But in actual fact they fabricated a whole story from two or three clips that leads the audience to believe something is going to happen when in actual fact the show itself has a completely different plot.
Ok so that bit didn't rhyme, I'll try harder next time.
Advertising in general: It's annoying when y'all actually listen to what they say and focus away from the outstanding gay.
They do not lie but bend the truth, use words that make their message mean nothing like; may, help, if.
It helps fight the seven signs of aging,... If eaten with a balanced diet and regular exercise. You might save some money.
Ads are just so dishonest, insert word here that rhymes with honest.
It's got knobs on it, it really does. Oh and ads that point out problems and imply they solved the solution but really haven't.
"Katie likes buying shoes but she doesn't know a thing about cars. Like this:___"
What about the car? It's just annoying.
'It is better than SOME leading brands.'
So really there are products out there that are better than it? For an ad who is pushing the message of SCIENCE that doesn't work very well.
OH! And all those ads who say "Now with wonderfluriom, made from nature so it must be good for you."
BECAUSE IT IS FROM NATURE DOES NOT MEAN IT IS GOOD FOR YOU!
That is all...
Peace
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I just realised something.
The reason I don't drink or swear is because if I do I will be conceding that I am growing up and thus;let go of my childhood.
Maybe this is why I don't want to learn how to drive or why it took me forever to get a job.
I blame my mind!
MY MIND I TELL YOU! MY MIND!
This is what 11:30pm math study does to you!
IT'S GREAT!
Maybe this is why I don't want to learn how to drive or why it took me forever to get a job.
I blame my mind!
MY MIND I TELL YOU! MY MIND!
This is what 11:30pm math study does to you!
IT'S GREAT!
I really don't know...
Before I get down to the nitty gritty of me being awesome I would like to direct your attention to two different links:
http://vip.aersia.net/vip.swf
and
http://games.adultswim.com/robot-unicorn-attack-twitchy-online-game.html
The former because everyone love video game music (their lack of Banjo Kazooie though is a tiny bit disturbing) and the latter because it is awesome in flash game form.
NOW! To the nitty gritty!
More and more I have booted up this blog and thought to myself "I should write something here." but I never do because a) I don't know what to write about and b) I submerge into an apethetic state of questioning my existance and wondering what the point of it all is. I quickly remind myself that the point is actually on the end of a long pole and sharp. Very sharp.
So I guess this is me, forcing myself to write with a sharp pole behind me and no juicy carrot in front of me. I guess, continuing with this rather clumsy analogy, the ass would be less confused if it knew which path to go down. So I will sniff the air, close my eyes, and choose the path; Mindless tangent.
Because when faced with writing about something profound to do with AAA batteries or those handy dandy Note Pads, writing nonsensical nonsense is always more rewarding. Why I could write about how this ruler on my right could suddenly animate and lead its stationary brethren to overthrow the harsh dictatorship of Jeremy, forever escaping from the harsh imprisoment of the Zipped Pencil Case. Years from now I will return from exile seeking forgiveness for my past actions. The scissors would scoff at me and the pencils would rub their theoretical noses but the ruler of my stationary would come up to me and show me mercy. He would speak out to his fellow citizins and question if they were to be like me. If they would delve down the slippery slope and become the very thing they sought to destroy!
The ruler would then forgive me and emgrace me with a stiffening hug, then when i'm not looking he would grab a knife and drive it through my head cause that's what rulers do.
Is everyone satisfied now?
Good!
http://vip.aersia.net/vip.swf
and
http://games.adultswim.com/robot-unicorn-attack-twitchy-online-game.html
The former because everyone love video game music (their lack of Banjo Kazooie though is a tiny bit disturbing) and the latter because it is awesome in flash game form.
NOW! To the nitty gritty!
More and more I have booted up this blog and thought to myself "I should write something here." but I never do because a) I don't know what to write about and b) I submerge into an apethetic state of questioning my existance and wondering what the point of it all is. I quickly remind myself that the point is actually on the end of a long pole and sharp. Very sharp.
So I guess this is me, forcing myself to write with a sharp pole behind me and no juicy carrot in front of me. I guess, continuing with this rather clumsy analogy, the ass would be less confused if it knew which path to go down. So I will sniff the air, close my eyes, and choose the path; Mindless tangent.
Because when faced with writing about something profound to do with AAA batteries or those handy dandy Note Pads, writing nonsensical nonsense is always more rewarding. Why I could write about how this ruler on my right could suddenly animate and lead its stationary brethren to overthrow the harsh dictatorship of Jeremy, forever escaping from the harsh imprisoment of the Zipped Pencil Case. Years from now I will return from exile seeking forgiveness for my past actions. The scissors would scoff at me and the pencils would rub their theoretical noses but the ruler of my stationary would come up to me and show me mercy. He would speak out to his fellow citizins and question if they were to be like me. If they would delve down the slippery slope and become the very thing they sought to destroy!
The ruler would then forgive me and emgrace me with a stiffening hug, then when i'm not looking he would grab a knife and drive it through my head cause that's what rulers do.
Is everyone satisfied now?
Good!
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