Tuesday, March 30, 2010


I recently bought a new pair of sunglasses.
i say new though really i have never had any decent ones. all cheapo throwaways since i'm the guy that sits on stuff and then has to pull shrapnel out of his ass.
i have broken many an item.
this is why we can't have nice things.
my care has increased with age.. i think i move slower so as i feel something ready to puncture my ass flesh i can stop and say "no! i will not break thee"

i digress

i have a pair of decent sunglasses these days, and i have found that the main feature of said glasses is indeed not getting migraines on bright days.

however, i appreciate a secondary benefit.
i like clouds.
i also don't want crows feet and since im getting older i need to be mindful of these things.
but mostly i like clouds.

i think we crack along these days doing this, and doing that and don't take the time eto look at the clouds. we sit in offices, we drive home, it's all too glarey.
noone likes a burnt retina.
but, take a second to appreciate a darker big fluffy as is crosses the path of the late afternoon sun as you drive home, and tell me the haloed outline isn't somehow magical.

it is. its quite stunning at times.
mind the brakes, noone wants to buy a random hyundai.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Thursday's Hat

Does anyone havee that thing where you could swear it's Friday but it's actually Thursday? or even Wednesday? sometimes it seems to change as the day goes on..
I'm pretty sure we all have, it seems to be part and parcel of the human experience.

Anyone ever worked out why?
The day gods are shift workers.

It all comes down to the fact the the lords and ladies of the days that go by are as inclined to need sickies, training and days off for the third cousins' weeding as the rest of us.
Yes, it's true.

It's quite simple really, anytime you are wondering why it feels like a Wednesday on Monday morning it's because Jack Monday couldn't be assed getting out of bed after the late late late movie on Sunday night, and someone had to fill in 'til noon. Wednesday showed up 'cause who ever has anything to do on a Wednesday? All the time in the world, god of wednesday has. Plus Wednesday needs the extra next payday.

This explanation may seem a little far fetched at first but it's on the money. It explains so much.
Like why Saturday manages to start off quickly but slow right down by about 11am. She's tried to go hard after hanging out with Friday the night before and just can't quite make it though. After a 1pm nap though she's ready to push on.
Helping out right the way through 'til early morning Sunday in fact, which is why Sunday morning TV programming is awesome, and then denegrates into fishing and motorsports.

Indeed, a little thought on the matter and you'll see the truth of this revelation.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

who cares?

i have no damn idea. as far as i can tell, i'm writing this for me, but i'm quite sure i'd like an audience. a rabid readership crying fowl when i miss a days post. i don't really know how to achieve this. not at all.
i guess if i keep plugging away perhaps someone will stumble across this little corner of the net and maybe tell a friend.

then i will harvest them both for their brains... yes. zombies i am.
yes. plural.


i do believe a critical point in my staying motivated here is that i sometimes get locked on topic or lack thereof. but also it's mostly perspective. as in 'why does anyone want mine'.

i don't think im awesomely original. this is at least half true.
i have that intriguing situation where i have a massive ego thinking the world of myself and my abilities. i believe that deeply.
i also have a horrible sense of worth and poor motivation, meaning i usually flounder about day to day hoping for the clouds to break. this too is a firmly held belief.

in short, i am the talented ego road train being driven by the self esteem midget.
sometimes i get where i'm going and feel silly on the doubt.
other times, the crash is just terrifying.
sometimes he just can't reach the peddles.


Sunday, March 14, 2010

It Begins!

So, as someone who always intends to write, feels a talent for and a joy in writing - I seldom actually do any writing. This is pretty poor form for someone who considers themselves to be at least somewhat intelligent and wholly ridiculous for followers of the logical.

So how to begin?

well in theory this is it. I will be putting to put pen to paper, or at least digit to key so as to train myself. I need to leaern both the importance of consistency, and flow of the thought to the transcribable languange.

I hope this is something that will be good for me.
I hope this to be a regular, enriching experience for myself and anyone else who happens upon it.

We shall see.

As far as topics are concerned.. we'll worry about that later, but a cursory heads up would indicate a general rambling, perhaps one day levelling up to a musing.
Maybe some day hilarious.

Anyway, if you didn't like reading this, then I would suggest you'll find your time better spent elsewhere.

I promise I won't take offence.