Thoughts of Nonsense

I destroy the darkness

2010-06-26T00:45:00.001+01:00

Yes. I rediscovered my blog.

Now I just need the zeal to keep it operating until I die of old age.

Do we all feel alone?

2010-01-30T22:08:00.002Z

So when you are young, single and hormones rage through your body like a rampaging elephant you want so much sex it would seem that your head may explode.

So being middle aged is a problem. Recently the middle aged man gets a penchant for listening to music from the Middle Ages. Not only does music sense go out of the window, so does the ability to dress correctly. And yet, with dampened hormones middle aged men still want to go out and have that last bastion of feeling young before middle age strikes and they end up looking like a sagging turkey after it has been dunked in some marinade for six months.

That crawl of grey that starts from the front (or from the back and scares you one morning when you see it cover all your hair) and the inevitable plaiting of nostril hair takes place just to look presentable takes over the morning routine of shaving, clipping, moisturising and fixing of the hair. It all adds up. It is like a slow progress of depression. You see one grey and you put it off, then three more turn up and you think "oh well, it's nothing much". Suddenly you are confronted with mass of grey and eyes of sadness at the wondering of a lost youth.

This is what we look forward too.

The youth of today have no idea. And that may scare them into an early onset of grey hair.

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2010-01-29T00:39:00.001Z

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End

2010-01-28T10:25:00.001Z

What a nice day. Nice blue sky and all the other things that goes with no clouds in the sky. Makes you happy to have slept through most of it.

Thought I

2010-01-25T22:19:00.000Z

I wonder if there is a term for the annoyance of using a warm shower only to have the pressure drop and suddenly come back freezing cold making you jump back startled?

The last of the mown grass

2010-01-22T13:12:00.000Z

It does seem that people like to be reversed in thining every now and then. From the way we see the world to the way the world sees us. For instance in summer we get out the BBQ and open the windows to the stereo speakers and pump out the latest music anthems that is produced from some poxy nightclub in some part of the country. Now this would be alright if it was not loud enough for people in Australia to hear.

The large billow of smoke rising up to pollute the atmosphere and give Al Gore an apoplexy about Global Warming. We all do this every weekend in the summer when the sun comes out an the temperature gets above 18 degrees centigrade. That and the mix of cheap beer, cooked to a crisp beefburgers and the stale bun with the dead flies in makes a night out. And when it gets really hot we end up saying that it would be better without the heat and wish it was more winter.

Come winter and we get the reverse. People in houses saying that we need more gas and how we hate the idea of the prices going up. Then we say "I wish it were summer". Make your mind up people. Do you want summer or winter? If you want warmth in winter go somewhere hot. It is like a prolonged altzhiemers regarding the weather. No one really wants summer to end but when it's here we complain too much and when it does end we want it back.

And people wonder why we can not hit people.

I seem to be awake

2010-01-22T10:05:00.000Z

And it is Friday. Will mayhem ensue?

Lets hope so.

Another strange part of my life.

2010-01-21T23:29:00.000Z

One time I used to work for the UN. At one point working for their forensics team I had to attend a mass grave of snowmen.

It turned out to be a field of carrots.

Why do they do this?

2010-01-21T23:12:00.000Z

So I get a call from BT who are the ISP for phone and broadband. It seems the last 2 attempts to get the direct debit failed so they have decided to call me to let me know. Now as I do not have a credit or debit card, they feel it is their right to put this idea into my head that I may need one to pay them for it.

So in a roundabout way they decide to let me go to the bank, take out money and put it back in. Now why would I do that if I have a direct debit. Does that not make their work more taxing as they have to process it and so on instead of waiting for them to wait a few weeks and take out last months and this months? Surely it does not take a Ph.D. in general thinking to work out the next one will be there and you can take it out anyway?

Talk about a face palm moment. You would think to phone up and ask nicely if this would be possible. I would okay it and let then get on with annoying other instead of a 10 minute rant to them over the phone as to why they are a bunch of idiots.

Live and learn.

To dream of a bench

2010-01-20T09:07:00.000Z

Strange dreams are abound when you sleep. Some dream of their day, others of family, some just of places they have been to. So why did I dream of being on a park bench? It was on a slope and it seemed to be connected to nothing. It is these types of dreams that worry me through the day.

Once I was in hospital and the nurse said that I was dreaming of blue aliens. An hour later and I had no memory of this but it made them have a talking point for some reason. I guess that is what they like to hear during the night shift. The strange stories of people and what they mumble while on morphine.

But there is time for more pressing matters. I need to get more awake and ready for the day ahead. So I am off to get my wizards hat and coat and annoy people on the Internet.

10pm and all is cold

2010-01-19T22:01:00.000Z

It is 10pm and all is crap. It is also cold and dark and some people will turn round and say that is the best time. Depends on if they have someone to curl up with and share a nice night in with. For me it is one of those night that you have to sit in front of a laptop and compile a blog that no one will really read let alone comment on.

I have on on livejournal for about 3 years. I have not posted on it in over 2. It is not the desire to post that fuddles me but the fact that people post complements on ther that are useless. You can only read so many "Cheer up kid. You have more to look forward to than moping on the internet" or "You need to see a doctor and get some pills. That will sort you out. Trust me..." And do on and so forth. Mind you some will get the point and type "lol" or "Lulz" or the 2004 acronym of that year "ROFTLOL" and you know they are as down as you when they post that just so they can be seen as the normal people that inhabit this world.

So why another blog if you do not like them? Simple reason I just want to waste space on a server somewhere. It will get defragmented, sorted and placed in the corner of the world to gather dust and pass off into obscurity of the world of the internet. You never know, maybe one day the Internet will become sentient and like that thing from Star Trek TNG in the last episodes of the series where the Enterprise gives birth how I have no idea but it happened) maybe this blog will find it's way there and be looked upon and the sentience will say "Whoa! Would I want that blog with me? I am the biggest thing in the world as I am the world really, but this blog? Damn. Now I know why I evolved away from humans..." And so on in regards to thought and Turing chuckling from his grave.