Wheat a minute

I see bread people.

Hi Folks

I have realised I haven't directly acknowledged you people out there, I usually write as though I am talking to someone but never address you directly.

Hello,

I am Alex Alexander (sorry, I am a liar, that's not even my real name). I write stuff down that comes into my head. I know that not a lot of people read this stuff and I am fine with that because as you have noticed (being the reader) it is mainly a brain rant or, like I said a long time ago, something like an online pensieve (the memory puddle thing in Harry Potter).
So, I would just like to take this moment to thank you for perusing my thoughts but also to ask you something.
If you have used Blogger you will know that it shows the locations of people who view the blog and I notice that I get people from the USA and Germany having a look. Now, I don't know if that is correct or just the location the internet pings from or other technical bimble babble but I would like to ask you, the reader, to just give me a little comment with something like a hello and a vague location. The country you're in would do, I'm not tying to hunt you down or anything, just curious.
And you know what they say "Curiosity killed the cat and Satisfaction brought her back", so.... you know,.... if you don't tell me, then... in a way.... you want me to die....I'm just saying... I was curious and I don't particularly want to die.

If you want to ask me anything as well then go ahead.

Yay internet, wooo, and-all-that.

A A

If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all.

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Plagiarism

My email account is with Yahoo, so naturally as I go to check my emails I have a flick through the "news" headlines to see what is happening, why do I keep doing it? its not even news its just... just, shit.

For those of you who don't look at Yahoo for news headline's, here is an example of a day of news headlines from them, not the actual article, just the headlines...

-Oh Andy, you've got a lot of explaining to do...
A tweet Andy Murray wrote sparked a media frenzy - and might have caused him trouble with girlfriend Kim Sears.  What he said »

-Football
-Money
-old news

-'Carol Vorderman's charity plan is insanity'
'Judge John Deed' actor Martin Shaw admires Carol's bravery, but thinks her fund-raising idea is ill-advised.  What's her goal? »

-crap celeb
-crap celeb

-Son's surprise gift leaves his Mum in tears
Mike Harris found the perfect way of surprising his Mum in heartwarming fashion.  'What? No way! We can't do this!' »

-old youtube you have already seen over and over

-Big brother shit

-stupid baby name, what could it be

-'Banning smoking in cars with kids is wrong'
Most people are in favour of the ban but our blogger says it would be dangerous to make it the law.  What could it lead to? »

-Shitty football article

-The same big brother shit again, but written by someone else.

Bla bla bla.

My point is all the actual headlines end with What...? Why...? Who...? and I never click on them because I couldn't give a flying fuck who, what, why since you have given me no reason to.
Its always, (read this in a robot voice, go on) - "VAGUE SUGGESTION TO SOMETHING*POSSIBLE WELL KNOWN PERSON NAME DROP*HINT TOWARDS INSANE EVENT WITH NO DETAILS GIVEN". Then its accompanied by a non-descript picture or a photo where you can tell the important stuff is just outside the frame.
Its like a small child shouting and jumping, "LOOK AT ME!" "CLICK ON ME!" "EVERYONE ELSE CLICKED, YOU SHOULD TOOOOOOO!"

and that stuff about the smoking, I am sure the same guy had an article around the time of the big smoking ban kerfuffle saying how cool smoking was and why people should start smoking.

I would be a lot more inclined to read the article if it said something like
-Oh Andy, you've got a lot of explaining to do...
On Twitter Andy Murray joked about marrying his girlfriend sparking a media frenzy - and might have caused him trouble with Kim Sears.  Read more »

But I have just realised that if you have all the articles spelled out for you at the start that they aren't.......actually......news, or interesting, or any of our business. Then, by the time you have got to anything that is important, you are too bored or annoyed at the rest to even notice it. Lets try another few -

-Son's surprise gift leaves his Mum in tears
Mike Harris gave his Mum tickets to the superbowl... and videoed it.
Click for some unknown reason»

-'Carol Vorderman's charity plan is insanity'
'Martin Shaw thinks its a bad idea for Carol to fly solo round the world to raise money for something.  Click here for less details? »
Not an article about the fact that she wants to do it, an article about a actor who is a pilot saying it is insane. The article doesn't even tell you what she is raising money for.
It also tags a tiny article on the bottom -"in other news, here is something completely unrelated." Haha And now for Something Completely Different.

And they aren't even written by writers! they say they were "written by our blogger", anyone can be a blogger, kids can be bloggers, I'm a fuckin blogger for blogfuck sake!
Writers have to actually write, deliver the facts, give us new information. Bloggers can write anything they want, it doesn't have to be true, or make ...sense... or........
I'm answering my own questions, aren't I?
Yes.
Should I go on?
No.

Yahoo, please change the name of your "Yahoo! News" section to just "Yahoo! Stuff".
If you could then add a "Yahoo! News" section which have important headlines that I can skim over when I check my emails.
Ta.


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Spontaiousicus Instantanicus

Breast Obsessed!
Every where you look they are there. Adverts, news, shops, quite clearly they are on women.. duh, on peoples clothes, you cant escape. They are just there. "Quick look away!" oh wait there are more there! They way they make clothes too, "here... have a bag... oh that... no, don't worry, that's just the strap that goes over your shoulder and completely accentuates the shape of them."
"ah yes madam, this t shirt has been very popular... the owl/bird/picture/slogan is doing very well... yes the 2 round parts of the design are exactly where your boobs are and will of course draw attention right to them. Enjoy"

Why do they have ladies in their underwear to advertise underwear, its not like they are trying to appeal to men. "Hey Big bOy, you would look as sexy as me in these tights, Mwa" (that's like that slow kissing sound when they mouth it, you know moowa, moowa. go back and read that line again but use the sound of a kiss noise at the end not just em double-you a. it sounds better that way)

Shapely....

*sigh*


A A - look, A A looks like Madonna-pointy-boobie-thing. (*everywhere*)

I heard a rumour that 2014 is actually a man in a 2014's clothes

Its true, the complete truth, you cant deny it, I definitely heard a rumour.
Doesn't mean the rumour is true but I heard it.

What is more unbelievable is the fact that its 2014, its like time is getting faster as we get older but then I got to thinking. Time is based on the passage of events in the past all leading up the the present... or are they. Is there really a past, present and future?
We look at the sun and we see it about what?  8 minutes in the past? anyway, its not actually where we are looking, some of the stars we see in the night sky could actually have died and we are seeing their light from thousands of years ago, so the further away we look the further back in time we see. If we looked through a telescope at a mirror a long, long way off in space we could see the dinosaurs instead of ourselves on the earth. WHAT!? Imagine if there was already a mirror somewhere out there! We could actually look back into the past and find out what really happened at some of the hugely significant events of our time. But there isn't a mirror out there and probably not a powerful enough telescope.
What if we sent mirrors out now so in the future they could look back to the past.

So you can look back into the past but you cant travel back to the past. If you could travel back in time it would already have happened. To travel back in time you would have to... travel slower than the speed of light? No wait, it would be travel faster than the speed of light :S
If something happens faster than light it means it will happen before we can observe it... if you have a button that, when pressed, instantly makes a bell ding and the process happens faster than the speed of light then the bell will ding quicker than instantly, like before you have pressed the button! What would happen if the bell dinged and you didn't press the button PPPOOOOWWW! end of world.

All my comprehension is based on our reality that is based on light, the beginning of our time is measured by light. The entire universal knowledge is around the rules of how things act and behave within the laws of light. If there are things that exist faster than light then they would be separate from our time, they can move before we can understand that they have done so. Superman, he can move a super speed. He can walk, jog, run and move at super speed. Can he walk, jog and run at different super speeds too? Can he stand still at super speed? If Superman as running at normal speed but then wanted to change to super speed would he still be running at the same speed but everything else slowed down, if not then he would probably run through things, imagine trying to dodge things at super speed, CRASH, BANG, BOOF. If he actually slowed down time instead of went super speed then the super speed is only what we see. If it took you three hours to run X amount miles then it would still take Superman 3 hours to run that same distance but to him the world was frozen still and to an observer he travelled super fast. Poor thing.
Oh yeah, light speed travelling, I haven't even thought about travelling slower than the speed of light, then you would go forward in time, right? Cryogenics, frozen so you wake up in the future, to us the correct amount of time has passed but Walt Disney has already got his hover-board and robot body. To him, the moment of freezing and unfreezing would be instantaneous. That is the closest to slower than the speed of light I can think of. Unconsciousness, sleeping, time travels quicker that way.
There is a way to work forward time travel into our lives, it is a very mental process. (mental and mental). If you make a very prominent memory of the exact moment in time you are in, take a note of smells, sounds, location, people you are with, everything you can and that is your start point, this is the present. Now say for example you wanted to travel forward a week, just go about your week as normal and try not to think about, then when the day has come you wanted to travel to simply think back to your start point remembering the details as clear as they were at that point, that present and then realise that you are now in the present but a week later. The time between the 2 points has past in what seems like an instant. I know it sounds like a dose of crap "oorg, I have to actually experience the whole week, its not really time travel", well no its not but the effect is the same, try it, actually give it all your attention creating that start point and realising how little time seems to have passed when you do it.
I noticed this when I was passing the High School I used to go to and I remembered passing it when I was still in first school and at that moment all the time in between that, going to Middle School, High School and College just seemed to pass instantly. Superman, travelling normal running speed while the earth stands still for him, if he flew round the world he has to take all the time to do it. It's just faster than us. That's if he does slow down time, he might just know where building and things are, urg, imagine if he just flew at super speed through the person you were talking to, splat.

If we were travelling faster than the speed of light everything would just be red because infra-red is faster than white light, then ultra-violet is faster than infa-red and so on through the spectrum. Then you kept going all the way to the end of the spectrum and everything was just milk...


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In the Land of the Blind...

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.

Why would the fact that he has one eye make him the king of the land of the blind? Blind people still have eyes but they can't see, this would mean that their king is a blind man with only one eye whereas the rest of the blind people still have two.
Unless they mean that "in the land of the blind the one eyed man - who can see, is king" but that may as well say "in the land of the blind the person who can see is king."
Can he actually see? That means he shouldn't be in the land of the blind, he should be in the land of the people-who-can-see or even the land of the one-eyed-people or land of the partially-sighted. Did he sneak in and take over? Or was he voted for. Maybe it was pure chance, they all voted and it just so happened that the blind man they elected only had one eye. Would it be through vote that they chose a king or would it be royal decent? Is blindness hereditary? If so maybe the royal blood line has its sight back, come to think of it - if there were people living there in families surely as the population grows people are born with their sight. Unless the land is cursed and everyone is born blind except the royal family who can see but only have one eye. That would make it more of a statement of fact -
"Hey Ted, did you know that In the land of the Blind, the One Eyed man is King?"
Possibly when everyone is born they are taken to whatever land they belong - the blind, the deaf etc. each one is perfectly tailored for each person the land of the blind is soft and everything is organised be what it feels like and everything tells you what it is. The land of the deaf has writing on everything.
THAT'S IT!! - the blind people need to be watched over because they can't see where they are so to keep an eye on them there are cameras everywhere - the one eyed man is a camera! Each camera has a speaker in and if there is a problem the person watching will call out to the blind person to help them. BOOM! Dissected and solved.
The whole world has been split up into different lands, each with its own very specific purpose. The rulers of the world keep a check on each person and assign them to whichever land is best for them.

Well, not really. That's just some fantasy world I made up to go with the saying.
I guess its just another flawed saying we still use. The meanings I found behind it are -

1. Among others with a disadvantage or disabilty, the one with the mildest disadvantage or disability is regarded as the greatest
2. Even someone without much talent or ability is considered special by those with no talent or ability at all

Which still doesn't make sense, having one eye is still a far far greater advantage than being blind. Bad comparison.

I still like the idea of the world with different lands for different people... could make an interesting story. It sure looks it in my head.

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Thwipster

Hipsters......
Fuckin Hipsters.......
Even hipsters don't want to be called hipsters because its to much of a label but they do want to be recognised as hipsters because its whats-cool but that makes them not want to be known as hipsters because everyone else is being a hipster but their hipster style is original to them but so is everyone else's bla bla fuckin bla.

Those fuckin glasses, sweet Jesus, those horrid fucking glasses. Do you need them? Christ no! Please, please leave them alone. I am going to start wearing hearing aids that don't actually work and fake prosthetics too. Arg, your hair looks stupid, your clothes look stupid, you sound stupid, you are stupid.

The reason I mentioned them lot ^ is because I was just looking on the usual comedy picture sites tickld, failblog, etc, for a good laugh and I noticed they have now moved beyond just comical pictures and stuff. Like most things in this world it has become a competition, why was the picture created? Comical? Clever? Meaningful? No, it was made so your picture would appear on the "HOT" page or have the most likes so that you could get the most followers and you would be, in your own little world, in your corner of the internet, a mini celebrity. Your wit and comedy, depth and understanding would be admired by all those pseudonyms and falsities from anywhere else, as we all hope to be noticed in the ever-churning, ever-changing race of life. All the trends change so fast it is actually impossible to keep up with them if you are not glued to the internet 24/7.
Everyone has to prove that they are as cool as they say they are by posting photos, showing evidence of funny texts they sent, witty retorts on facebook. Have to show how much of a NERD or GEEK they are.AND that they all did it before everyone else and that it was cool.

Well... I am here to say that I DID IT BEFORE IT WAS COOL, I PLAYED IT BEFORE IT WAS COOL, I WAS WITTY BEFORE IT WAS COOL.
But it wasn't before it was cool, it was before it was COOL. When I did all these things they were cool and fun and I fuckin enjoyed them. I didn't have to boast and parade it around in front of everyone, I did it because it was who I was. I don't have to have a picture of something whats-now-called Retro, or some paragraph about old tv shows to remind me that "GAR SHUCKS, AH HAD A GUD CHALDHUD" I use my memory, I talk to my friends and we look back and we laugh, hahaha - like that.

ONLINE GAMES! I don't want to sit miles away from my friends and play games, I want to sit together and actually converse and communicate and touch them if I really need to.

I don't look for recognition in what I do but I appreciate it when I get it. I do nice things because I want to, I do what I want to do because I bloody want to do them.
But should I? Do I want to be recognised? Do we all just politely step back because we don't we make a fuss? Those people with pointy elbows and bad manners get everything before us, our country is run by bullies and we stand in the queue's waiting to be told off.

We should stand up and be heard!... well,... maybe when its my turn I will... here we go... I JUST WANTE.... oh sorry, no, no you can go first... yes you were behind me in the queue but I am not in a rush....right... I JUST WANTED TO....what? that last guy was given everything he wished for and all he opposed was righted and I get?.....nothing? there's nothing left? ok....I will just go and join another queue.....hmm? They have all stopped? why? ...Oh the last guy was greedy and rude and took everything from everyone and he is now in charge... I'll just go sit in the corner.

But I still feel good about myself, I know I am a good person and I don't ask to be commended on what I do, I don't even mind if nobody even reads these, its a bit like a online pensieve. Blloooop bloooop. I hope they make that noise when they are added to.
Thats all for now,

Be nice for the sake of it. And be you for the sake of it.
I don't even read back over these things, it probably doesn't even make sense..... ah shit.

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RALPH! It's not coming back!

Here is Ralph, in case you missed him last time.
















I doubt his name really is Ralph but I still laughed, RRRRRalph!

Djoo know what else isn't going to be coming back? Our planet.
I think we are getting to the point of complete oblivion - he looked at me funny, he called me names, he hit my sister, she threw a stone at me, he broke my bike, she broke my fingers, she stabbed my leg, he cut my leg off, he killed my dog, he killed my sister, he killed my family, she burned my house, he blew up my street, he invaded my town, she wants my land, he held my people hostage, she killed everyone in my city, he sent in tanks, she sent in jets, he fired guns, he fired cannons, she fired missiles, he fired missiles, he fired nukes, she fired nukes.... nobody else did anything ever because everyone is now dead. Shall we rebuild? No... lets not, it's all melted anyway.

No Dinosaurs, you had your chance.
I wonder if the Dinosaurs came back, would they use our dead bodies for fuel? I hope so.

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Here's Maggie Thatcher, throw 'er up and catch 'er.

*stretch*....*yawn*......

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!!! April!? Its bloody April.... why didn't any of you wake me up!? I haven't been conscious since November when I took out that cocking great meteor!
I've missed Christmas.... and New Year and April Fools Day and all those other ones.

Nah, just kidding (obviously). Imaging sleeping past Christmas, that would put a dampener on your next year.... unless you are in a coma, if you are I am sorry, I'm not ridiculing you and it probably isn't your fault, I am just pondering what it would be like to miss big major events of a year as well as your friends and family ... and... and... you know... I am making it worse aren't I? sorry. Well you cant really know I said that since you actually are unconscious, I was just joking and speculating. Get well soon.

One of the reasons I took so long to write more stuff is finding the time, after I did the show that involved the nude calendar (the one I mentioned in I Didn't Bob, also I have learned to spell calendar properly now, kept filling it with A's and no E) I was a whacking great Cyclops, now I have just finished being a cocky hunter who gets killed by a monster. I don't even remember what I am doing next. But, yeah, no time.
Another reason was after that little story about David Jones (only after I wrote it did I realise I had named ham after Davy Jones the ferrier/ferryer/ferreyerer of dead souls at sea) I realised it had been a while since I wrote anything and began to wonder if anyone thought the story was a front for the way I am feeling and that I actually fought off a massive metaphorical meteorite but then died in the process... I didn't, I couldn't write it after I died and probably couldn't have predicted such an event.
Then I thought, since I didn't have the time to write, I would leave it and see if anyone questions my whereabouts... they didn't, clearly. Well done, nain of yee believe what you read that is blatantly fictitious. Then a few people asked me to write some more, so I am.
But...

 butt indeed, It did lead me onto the thinking behind the interpretation of things. Its the whole (echoey voice moment) "WE PROJECT OUR OWN MEANING AN UNDERSTANDING ONTO EVERYTHING WE SEE, FROM THE SIMPLEST THING TO THE THE MOST INTRICATE AND COMPLEX HAPPENING"
We are all different and from such, we experience everything different. I am not saying that if you look at an apple you see yourself as an apple (well you might), what it means is that when you look at an apple you know everything about it from your own personal experience, you know if it looks wrong, you know how it should feel, smell and taste and you probably don't think about it at the time but you know where it came from, how it was created, how it died and how it is about to be destroyed...*munch*munch*munch*. If you had no experience of an apple you would look to the majority of .. I think Information is the word I want to use.. for guidance on it before you try it.
This is clear in everything we do from eating food to reading a book to watching a film, fighting fights, believing hype, following news, supporting.. well anything and choosing sides even if you are wrong.
Most of the time we all do what we are told and believe what we are told - BAM, Jade Goody was a racist monster who everyone hated and mocked like hell since she first appeared on the big buttbags brother, why? because that's what we were told, that is all we were ever shown of her. The people who new her wouldn't think that.... she died... we have lost some one special, there is a new angel in heaven, why? because we were fuckin told that,  our country abused her, ridiculed her all the way to the grave then told you how much they loved her. *RASPBERRY*
 - Michael Jackson - ridiculed, mocked... dead... musical genius, legend, loved him. Because you were told so.
 - Jimmy Saville - Loved, respected, knighted ... dead... he was Satan himself. Because you were told so.
Sorry, that is not interpretation, I got off the point, those examples are media and the way our country is. Yes our experience is part of it but I grew up to believe what I thought were trusted sources, but they are lies, cruel, cruel lies and the government - lies more cruel lies.

The point I was aiming towards before that was that when we read stories everyone will experience it differently. With the spinners we all feel like we are an individual in a world of people who are nothing like us... in truth it is pretty close but maybe not to the extent of whizzing, spinning and massive rocks.
The real truth is that no one in the whole planet can know you as well as you know yourself, you keep your own secrets, put up your own barriers and put on different faces depending on who you are talking to. Life is a performance.

And also Margaret Thatcher has died, this does not effect me whatsoever. Yes people were fucked over by her a long time ago but as many people said, she is still a human being with a family. I heard she was suffering for a while and it would seem that her body has now found peace....
But hey, lets jump on the band wagon, lets party, lets forget all our other worries and celebrate something that has had no actual impact on the way things are now or will ever be in the future, lets throw money away either for her or against her you are spending money on this moment. this is what our government loves a whoppping great distraction, no body cares about all the shit going down now because this is the news at the minute and when this dies down we will cover it over with another big problem, a protest or something. the banks are still running our country by taking our money then being saved by the government... using our money...
"wait for it guys, just wait, there will be another distractions soon, probably celebrity related"
"sir, its not happening"
"shit... declare that someone is a pedo, the uk hates pedos so they will get angry at that for a while and we can get more money"

she wasn't Voldemort, nothing has changed now she has died, nothing she did earlier in her life has undone itself with her passing. All that has happened is that I and many others have realised or should have realised what a fucking cruel, greedy and down right disgusting country we live in.
I never knew her, never understood what she did, didn't know what she was like and I pass on no condolences to anyone nor bad words towards her because this was a moment that had nothing to do with me like some many other that we get our noses poked into.

I hate preachy preachy stuff like this, bugger. I like to keep it light... wait, I will be back in a moment....
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Haha

Also, you should read The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman, its really really good.

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David Jones is a Spinner

David Jones was made up the stuff that makes you spin,
Everyone else was made up of the stuff that makes you whizz.
It is never easy being the only spinner in a whizzing world
but David tried hard to blend in and carry on.
He got a job in a wool business spinning wool,
"if he couldn't spin himself he could spin something else" he thought.
As all the other workers whizzed along spinning their wool
David spun along spinning his wool and naturally he was the best at this.
Soon he was offered the title of Head of Wool Spinning,
he would be the man in charge of the business,
he would sit in his office and overlook the other spinners.
David declined the offer,
too much whizz for him.
How could he sit there spinning himself while whizzers tried to spin for real.
No one knew he was not a whizzer,
how could they understand that he was completely different from them.
A fish does not know it is wet because it has never been dry.
A whizzer does not know it whizzes because it has never spun.

After his job in the wool business David moved onto bigger things,
he danced,
he spun plates,
he made candy floss,
he made pizza,
he was a D J,
he did everything he found that made use of his spinning
but he was never satisfied.
They always felt like unfinished tasks
like the unspoonable dregs of soup in the bottom of the bowl,
like the last slurp of a milkshake in the glass that the straw just wouldn't suck up.
David felt incomplete,
everyday felt like the gurgle of an empty stomach even though he was full.

David was not alone,
David had many friends,
David was loved by everyone he met.
Whizzers were drawn to him,
they revelled in his company,
intrigued by something they didn't know they didn't know.
David couldn't describe to them what he was,
he rarely tried because it was confusing.
How can you tell someone who whizzes how it feels to not whizz
how could they understand how it was to be what they are not.

So,
unfulfilled,
David continued his life spinning with the whizzers.
He met Joanne Davids,
A whizzer who worked in a garage fixing cars.
They lived together but were never married.

As David grew older he accepted he was different,
he kept his spinning to himself,
trying to live as the others do,
trying to whiz with everyone else.
Every night and every morning David would go into the bathroom,
away from everyone else
and he would just spin on the spot quietly for a few minutes.
His hunger was fed but not filled.

One September the weather became very different from the usual,
the clouds rolled like black lava,
the rain cascaded from the sky,
the seas tumbled like huge moving mountains
and the thunder could be felt from the deepest depths of peoples being.
Astronomers announced that
"a meteor capable of destroying the earth is headed straight for us"
They had been tracking it for a long time
but solar winds had re-directed it.

Now the whizzers all did what they knew they could do,
they whizzed to help here,
they whizzed to help there,
they whizzed to fix this
and they whizzed to fix that.
Everyone got what they needed because they all whizzed together.

But the rock was still heading towards them
and the rain came harder.

They whizzed to build this
and that,
and move this
and that.
Everyone was safe and protected.

But the rock was still heading towards them
and the thunder boomed louder.

They whizzed to create this,
 to destroy that,
 to save their homes.
Everyone whizzed together a mission to destroy the rock.

But the rock was still heading towards them
and the wind blew harder than ever.

As the whizzers constructed their rocket to fly into space David watched with Joanne.
All the world watched as the rocket was brought out ready to launch.
3,
2,
1...

The rocket blasted off,
heading straight and true.

But the winds were too strong,
the storm was too severe.
The rocket,
their hope,
was torn out of the sky and smashed into the ocean where it detonated with an ground shaking rumble.
The waves and echo caused by the explosion were quickly eaten up by the sound and severity of the storm.

The world waited,
The whizzers all waited
and David,
the spinner,
waited.

There was no way they could hope to get through the storm and stop that rock now.
Masses of people flocked together in one place,
being close together for the end was the best way they could think of ending.
Huge party's were had all over the world celebrating life up till this point,
if they were going to go out with a bang,
they were going to go out with a big bang.

As the time drew closer to that fateful day David felt that pull of hunger inside him
and he spun on the spot.
He spun in private and he was fed.

Thursday came,
the day when the world would begin to collapse.
David awoke next to Joanne,
David walked into the bathroom and spun.
David was not hungry,
David was a spinner and he spun.

At the moment he was full and he spun.
All was clear to him and he spun.

David went into the bedroom to wake Joanne and he spun.
" I am a spinner not a whizzer" he said
" I love you Joanne and I am sorry but I must go now" and he spun out the door.

People who were all watching the sky from their houses saw David spinning in the street.
He danced and spun,
dodging the gusts of wind and debris as if they were not there.
"I AM A SPINNER NOT A WHIZZER" he shouted.
A few whizzers tried to run to him thinking he was being swept away in the wind
but they were blown back by the gusts.
David danced through the currents
and people watched him as he made his way gracefully through the city.

"I AM A SPINNER NOT A WHIZZER" he shouted as more and more people saw him.
David spun his way towards the mountain outside the city,
David spun his way to the tallest peak and shouted louder than the wind,
louder than the roar of the oceans,
louder than the crack of the thunder,
" I AM DAVID JONES AND I AM A SPINNER NOT A WHIZZER!"

and he spun,
and spun
and spun.

David smiled the largest smile that had ever been smiled,
David cried the loudest cry that had ever been cried,
David laughed the loudest laugh that had ever been laughed
and he spun.

An enormous hurricane began to form around him,
the winds changed as he spun,
the clouds cleared as he spun
and for the first time the massive rock was visible to all.
David spun faster and faster
and the hurricane grew upwards from him until it reached the terrible rock,
the rock moved,
the rock turned
and now the rock spun
and David spun.
The rock was pulled down into the hurricane.
The crunching and cracking sounds could be heard from all the corners of the world,
They grew and grew,
crunching louder and louder,
until.

They stopped.
The wind began to slow,
the hurricane slowly disappeared
and a funnel of dust exploded out covering everything around.

The whizzers emerged from their homes,
everything was quiet.
They made their way up to the mountain,
up to the peak.

There was nothing there.
A hole roughly 1 meter deep and perfectly round was all that could be seen.
David Jones had gone.

There is a statue of him now,
one in each city in fact.
"This is David Jones who was a spinner"
is what it says on the plaques as it slowly spins for all to see.
 

I didnt bob.

First of all.

I didn't bob for no god damn apples! Nowhere had any apple bobbing for my to join in. I don't have any apples at home just now so when I get there I will have to make do with bobbing for some carrots in the sink. That isn't a euphemism for ... you know.."bobbing".., if it were I would have probably done this => I will have to make do with "BOBBING" for some "CARROTS" in "THE SINK", slightly less subtle I admit but since it wasn't a euphemism I ain't losin no sleep over it.

It comes to a point when I notice that Mr. Tummytum needs to decrease a little bit and I have came to that point.
I am very happy with my shape and size, also very comfortable and quite healthy I would say, but recent events make me want to trim down a tad.
First point - I am currently doing a show which has come to involve having a calender made to accompany it and so I am in this calender. Now it does involve the lack of clothes in the photo and since people were going to be looking I thought this would be a good time to trim and slim and eat less chocolate - (I chocking love chocolate)

Second point - top button. The top button of my jeans, bloody thing.
- I do want to point out that they weren't expensive jeans, some of the seams are already slightly loose and I have only had them a few months, just bear that in mind as you continue. -
My jeans fit fine and don't fall off when I am not wearing a belt but you know when you have been sitting down and lounging and they move slightly higher - closer to your belly button, well they did that and then I sat up and leaned forward so naturally my tummy pushed against the front of the jeans and it broke. The little metal button that goes through eye of fabric broke. If you know the design of these buttons you will know that there is a sharp nail-like part that comes through and then the front part attaches to that like so............

 But the spike on the rivet goes through the jeans first then into the pin and that is what hold it together. You get it now?
Well that popped in two meaning the rivet and the button were separate :(
You can easily re-attach then by pushing them together but now, now you see there is a weakness and every time the jeans pull on it they pop in to two.
It might be helping because as I am wearing them I walk around holding my stomach in which feels like its working the muscles, but I doubt it really has an effect at all.

So to combat this I thought "first of all I shall half my food intake and do more exercise" so I did. It worked fine, I didn't starve myself, I didn't overwork myself and overall I feel a bit better.
But then, your sitting down and you sneeze - pop button in half, curse you weakened rivet, oooh.

Did I mention I love chocolate? I did? *sigh* well I do. I decided to only have one piece of chocolate a day, and I made sure it was a nice dark chocolate. I did think of lying to myself and eating a massive bar and saying "yep, that was only one piece" but I didn't. I stayed strong.
I do love chocolate.
I managed really well and mostly still am.

The point I am really aiming to make out of this whole blurble is that as I sit here at work there is a tray of confectionery in front of me and its Friday so guess what? I bought a chuffing bar of choccy. And do you know what else? It was a regular size 49g dairy milk bar, there was a smaller thinner one there but I openly said to it - "piss off, its friday and you...are...smaaall".
I didn't eat it straight away, I just opened it right up and set it down under my nose and all I could do was smell it. Then after a while you break one bit off and smell it, go to put it in your mouth but DON'T! put it back down where it was and wait. (I am recommending you all try this). What happens is that after the anticipation of wanting to eat it and the physical act of lifting it to your mouth your body just expects to eat it. The smell starts you salivating but as you stop yourself eating it you feel a pull in your jowls or whatever they are. Its like a really sweet bit of lime - find a bar that does a nice Chamaretto Sours, that gives the same effect but after you have drank it rather than before you have eaten it.
So after you have done that lift, replace and wait you can eat it. I managed to do this with two pieces before I just jammed the rest in.
There are so many additives and crazy stuff in dairy milk, if you by proper hand made chocolate from a good local shop (there is one very near me.... chooooocolaaate) it tastes amazing but doesn't give you that buzzyness you seem to get from this stuff. ZING.


Anyway, what I am saying is, I am not supposed top be eating a lot of chocolate but it was Friday, it was there and I bloody ate it. Viva La Chocolat! Blummin' Yum and all that.

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Straight outa Faceworld

I do swear a lot in this one.

Right Subject 1. Star Wars sold to Disney, this IS the worst news about Star Wars. So why am I seeing articles by rather young looking people saying it is actually good news for star wars fans. This little prick could not have been around before the pile of shite that was episode 1. If it was such good news why is everyone saying what a fuckin disaster it is, if it was good news we wouldn't need to be told " Hey, this is good news" we could see it for ourselves. If something happens to any product and the majority of the fans think it is a shit move then, guess what - Its a shit move and NOT good news for the fans.
Yes, Disney has bucket loads of cash and can revamp anything but look at what happened when the new trilogy came along Episodes 1,2 and 3 were amazing looking, the technology and cities were astounding and every film increased in technological advancement and R2D2 could fuckin fly. Then we take a step into the future - Episode 4, 5 and 6 and..... everything looks shit in comparison, Jedi's cant fight with any kind of style - fair enough they have been out of practice but they look like they can hardly hold that beam of light, the real ships and backgrounds look fake compared to the fake ones from Ep 1,2 and 3 and R2D2.... R2D2 is practically some drunken hobo in a special bin whizzing around like who-the-fuck-knows what.
I am not against the fact that it is Disney that has bought it, just look at any Disney Pixar film, they make good films, very very good family films, it is the fact that any company with all the big bucks taking over the project that was created by George back in the 70's will fuck it up with modern techniques. That's another thing, All these people who are saying how good it is to take it out of his hands can get to fuck. He created it, yes he can do what he likes with it but those first 3 were epic at the time and the best option would be to start from scratch. Things change. I mean, Heath Ledgers Joker was the greatest thing we had seen for some time and people were saying stuff like " Haha Jack Nicholson, bet he wished he had done that" and other things similar but if you look at Jacks performance it is superb, it is actually closer to the comic book character of The Joker. Heaths performance was so great because it was The Joker for our modern day and I absolutely loved it. The difference is the time, at the time of Jack that was the Joker but in our time Heath was the Joker and in the future, who knows, it could be Zac Efron and people would go ape shit over how good it was.
My point being, If they make episode 7 it is going to destroy the original trilogy even more 1,2,3 super technology, 4,5,6 back to the 70's, 7 onwards even superer technological. And who is going to play Luke and Han and Leia because it sure as hell ain't gonna be Mark, Han and Carrie.
I say give it to someone like Del Toro and start from the beginning.

Subject 2 (the controversial bastard subject)
Jimmy Saville. I DO NOT CONDONE WHAT HE DID, get that straight now. But he got away with it and he did because of who he was.
All these witnesses who are appearing now saying "I saw Jimmy doing this...", "I saw Jimmy going here with so and so", "I saw Jimmy taking people to ....", "Here is a video of Jimmy doing whatever with Whoever" Why didn't you say anything?
Why? Because it was mutha-fuckin Sir Jimmy Saville. He was a huge celebrity, who the fuck was going to tell on him, anyone who was close to him loved him and anyone who didn't care about him didn't know what he was doing anyway. It's like if you get caught in the street with a spec of whatever-drug-you-have at the time and you are completely fucked over and your life is ruined forever. But if you are a celebrity, oh if only you were a celebrity,  you could parade around with whatever drugs you like hanging out your arsehole while you danced naked down the street thinking you were in the wizard of fuckin Oz and no one would do anything. How many times do you see news on celebrityX off their face again, or abusing whoever, drugged out their tits with celebrityY over and over again. Oh, celebrityA and B back in rehab, out of rehab, back in rehab. Take their fuckin drugs off them and stop giving them money or let everyone else do the same, if its illegal for people with no money its illegal for people with shit loads of money.... or are the government making money out of this? Is it illegal for the poor because they aren't making any profit from it.
Celebrities get away with everything because of who they are but every now and then, they need a scapegoat/fall guy to blame for some terrible act that happens. They distract you from one disaster with another. Whatever happened about all those thousands of birds and fish that were found dead one January? They don't know so a bigger news story was plastered everywhere.
Christ if some famous person asked me to do something, I would at least consider it.

"...and he smiled like the old Pumpkin King that I knew,
 then turned and asked softly of me... wouldn't you?"

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It still smells like turnip after 2 days.

It is the day before Halloween. You probably knew that though, unless you are reading this after today then -
I am writing this And it is the day before Halloween.

I always loved Halloween but I never liked people knocking on my door and I never liked knocking on other peoples doors. I loved dressing up and going to parties, and playing games (I need to make sure I bob for apples this year!)
The dressing up bit was the best, when you are little you can run around giggling and shouting thinking how much fun it is, now I run around roaring and thinking how cool I feel.
But, like all things, Halloween has changed... a lot. We have become the American form of Halloween. Which isn't all bad, the spirit of it has grown beyond belief.
When I was little I remember going out and singing at doors to get either sweets or money and I am sure it involved a guy for bonfire night too. Now you get shit costumed kids saying trick or treat... fuck that... Trick! now what? They want CANDY, not sweets. Well I got sweets for those who earn it, be it through brilliant costumes or some kind of song or something.
I do have one trick though, its very Halloween themed, I swing a large gothic axe at their arms and as if by magic they don't fall off..... I am not very good at it.
As for the adult part of Halloween. MY GOD, I love getting dressed up, zombies are the best option. They are gruesome, scary and travel in packs, a herd of shambling, grunting, rotting, flesh eating monsters. Although you can do some other very cool ones, proper Vampires, Werewolves etc, the classics never go wrong. And Adult Halloween parties (not the kind you probably get when you google search those words, unless thats what you are in to) You can get dressed up and get drunk, then you really think you are what you came dressed as. But you go the whole hog to be a frightening costume, a real spirit of the dead. Do you think that some of the crap costumes are ACTUAL monsters coming to play with us? They just wear crapper costumes so we don't talk to them?
But what do the women wear? Hmmmm lets search for female Halloween costume... right Vampire for the Men... Sexy female Vampire for the girls. Ghost for the men... Sexy Skimpy Ghost for the girls. Werewolf for the Men... Sexy dog/animal girl for the ladies. A cool scary costume for the Men... Slut Slut Sluttison for the girls.
Now, I do know a lot of women who make a fuckin brilliant effort for costumes but I have seen some tarty tart crap in my experience. Yes, some women who are the right shape will look very attractive but its the mind set that comes with it, the do eyed, ditzy, everybody-look-at-me, mutha fuckin bimbo-ness that radiates from them and hangs like a floating snail-trail wherever they shuffle.
I work in a bar and these kinds of people dress like that even when it isn't Halloween, the short skirts, high-heels tottering around like the floor is covered in crabs, they never buy there own drinks and travel in small packs of testosterone hungry man sponges. Yup, that's how I think of them.
Anyway, it isn't just the women, you get guys doing it too. I saw a costume that was a giant condom packet, that was all it was. It said something like XXXXL condom. I look at that and I think " there is something a lot like a penis in his pants, only it's much much smaller." All those people, the ones who wear t-shirts of sexy girls kissing or semi clad ladies who look like they have been frozen solid while being electrocuted (you know the ones in the awkward poses with very blank or confused looks on their faces with their hair all messy) or have slogans like "King of Sex" or "I have the Biggest Penis in the World" where what they actually mean is " I am a complete Knob" or in more detail " I am a single conciousness being who is completely blind to others and the workings of this world. I am one of those people who has no understandings of social image in person or in respect to others and through my actions, along with many others, the world is rather quickly becoming a more stupid place than it already was." or TWAT for short. Those people are the ones who wear Halloween costumes that usually piss me off.
Back to the Zombies, they have unfortunately become the hipsters of the monster world. Everyone wants be a zombie because its cool, everyone wants a zombie apocalypse because its cool.
I find zombies cool, but a kind of feel that all this new age zombieness has missed the point, its like film remakes - wow, they look good but you have kind of missed the point.
Evil Dead - and all round sigh please 1.. 2.. 3...*sigh*
I have now seen the trailer for the remake of The Evil Dead, it looks stunning! I am always stunned at the amount of shiny CG you can get into a film, I love that the biggest reactions you get from seeing most films now is "Wow, It looked so real!" What happened during the film to make you think, that's fake but it looked so real? We all do it, in our heads we know its fake but we still give our own little victory when we think, it looked like it was real. The original Evil Dead looked real because it was, they were props and puppets and real locations and from what I heard real fear and blood at some points. That is what made that film great and that is why it became a cult movie. I am sure the new one will do well but I don't see why they didn't just call it Generic Teens Alone In The Forest With Monsters. If you are going to remake something, you have to capture the feeling of the original too, I doubt they will be able to make 2 and 3 after seeing just the trailer, It doesn't have the look of it. The only things I can see going for it will be people getting it mixed up with Evil Dead 2 and expect to see Ash (the lord of deadites) with his chainsaw hand and Boomstick because in the trailer you see a girl shop her hand off with a electric carving knife or because The first Evil Dead film has that ever popular scene with the tree... that tree... what a git. I want to see it, but I very highly doubt I will enjoy it.
Someone's in my fruit cellar, someone with a fresh soul. DEAD BY DAWN! DEAD BY DAWN!



Happy Halloween.



Bobbing for apples is great and all that but if you come to the party with an amazing face of make up and all the cool trimmings, its gonna come off when you come up with an apple in your mouth. I always just shoved my head all the way to the bottom of the bowl, is that allowed? Soaked, but I had an apple, I found wet apples tasted better.


I might just wear vampire fangs all day tomorrow and try to hide them so people think I am an actual vampire.


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It's just frightening

Why oh why do mornings have to be so difficult?
You go to the trouble of getting the most comfortable bed for the best night sleep, even go to the trouble of putting yourself into it at a very reasonable time (since it was a Sunday night) and you wake up in the morning still very tired.
Yes, my Sunday was quite a busy one I was dancing in the morning then carrying and breaking logs in the afternoon (very manly feeling, they were heavy. The log part was notably more manly feeling than the dancing part but both quite actively tiring.) A good dinner then a relax on the sofa then sleep.
Now, morning comes along and a good interupted sleep is behind me but I want more....
And now the fact of a comfy bed, all beds are comfy, hell a cushion on the floor is comfy enough to sleep on but there is nowhere better than tucked up in a warm cosy bed on a cold morning. This is what I don't like, the comfyness and warmth when you neeeed to get up. Just 5 more minutes. Not necessarily 5 minutes to get more sleep, just 5 more minutes of bed before the cold reality of the world prickles your being into a goosebumped hobbling thing trying to clothe itself in any portable warmth and comfort there is around instead of the necessary daytime attire needed for that day.
But its never just 5 minutes, its 5, then 10, then 20 and then you are close to possibly ending up being late.
Curse you comfy beds, but only in the morning.
Now due to the height of my sleeping whereabouts at the minute I can actually just roll out of bed and onto the floor as a horrible quick wake up (usually after the 20 minutes I mentioned before and also the iclusion of a few alarms going off too) but a new bed is coming this week and I will be back on a proper matteress with, I am guessing, more comfort and a longer drop off the side to the floor. I do not know how I am going to get up now.
Also I found myself very comfortably sitting on the sofa today and then as a result maybe just nodding off for a bit. I don't really like naps during the day, they make me feel like its a whole new day and that I have missed what I did in the morning. I also don't like them because midday is usually a good time for people to call you.
Now if you are sleeping its usually nighttime and if someone calls you at night its usually an emergency. So, if some one calls me during the day and I am asleep I will most likely get a fright and answer the phone in a panicky state. On this ocassion it was a semi-important phone call from a business but it was someone that I knew.
They always sound surprised when you answer a phone with "Hello XX, are you alright?" With a slightly dopey sound in your voice at 1.15 in the afternoon.
You can always fess up, but I find the shock inside me is still too much and I can't help but feel I must try to continue unnoticed. It's like trying to convince your parents you aren't drunk, or anyone for that matter. You think for sure that they know and that at any minute they will furrow their quizical look even further and come out with "are you drunk?" And the situation turns back to the own up, deny it or pretend they didn't ask moment from the telephone call.

So to make it clear, I am not drunk at midday on a Monday, I sat down and had an unwanted, unexpected nap and was woken up by a telephone call. I am not even sure how long I was asleep.

Happy sleeping, whenever or wherever you have it.

Todays blog was brought to you by the words comfort/comfy/comfortable, sleep and the use of brackets.

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Oh No, It's everywhere.

Hello.

Now, I would usually start ranting at about this point but to be honest I have found far too much crap in the news that I cant really pick one subject to go on about. I actually found myself looking the other way instead of venting my rage into words for all to gaze upon and think "what a-da fook ees he on aboot".

So I am going to just blurb today. (Please note I am still very angry with everything - The BNP exist, ((most)) film makers are in it for the dosh not because they have a story to tell us, we eat too much sugars, we don't eat enough sugars, we have too much sex, we have too little sex, someone messed up their job, criminals are actually all right, the law is wrong bla bla bla and rant. But not today!

Today I am going to go into other things.
I have been using blogger as a great place to write a story, I found that if I was ranting I never really planned any of it, it just flowed out like a rage-filled... word...spurter... thing. So I thought I would try that with writing a story. It has been a long time since I did any writing, I think school was the last time I wrote anything in its entirety and I found the ideas flowed as easy as ranting. The problem I did find was that whenever I came to a persons name or a place name or any detail like that, my flow was stopped completely dead. and I scrapped the story. I have done this about 3 times now and eventually got the idea I am using now - No names, No place names.
"That is a terrible idea! How can nothing have a name?" I (predict to) hear you cry. Well fear not, it doesn't mean that. What I am doing in this story is using just the letter X for names. At first this was fine until more than one person was mentioned so I have developed a system. The main character is X0, his parents are X0mum and X0dad. The city he lives in is Xplace1 and anyone else will be something like X1enemytoX0 or X5petofX1. I am hoping it works out okay and I don't get too muddled up with who everyone is. But, the main point I have found with doing it this way is I can write for quite a while with no mental blocks and the ideas flow just like a rant. I do get sidetracked in the story itself but I think that fits in with the style of it and I am hoping to get a good chunk added to it soon.
I may post chapters on here as I do them or I may wait until I get to some kind of conclusion but we shall see how it goes.
I also wanted to point out how useful it is doing it as a blog. I can access it from any computer or even from my phone when I have an idea, note it down at the bottom and its saved online for me to access from wherever I want. Woo hoo, and all that.

 In other news,
I recently found my old hard drive and plugged it in to get a document off (I don't mean documents get their kicks out of hard drives being plugged in, I meant to remove a file from it. You never know though, who can say what documents get up to in their own time). AND I decided to have a look through my music files. There was quite a lot. The thing I found was the main music directory with all the playlists in but then separate sub folders with lists of the actual songs in. Instead of organising them, any music I got at a certain time went into a folder with a name like "new Music", "More new Music", Music Temp" and so on. The great thing I found was that as I looked through the lists of songs for each folder I could remember what was happening in my life at around that time, one list reminded me of Uni, One of before I had went another from living in different places. I could remember things I hadn't thought about since that time, we never truly forget anything, we just need the right trigger to re-awaken the memory. I think they say smell is the best trigger for memory recall, and I would have to agree. Just the slightest hint of someone's perfume that was the same as one of my primary school teachers can remind me of that person, then the classroom, then the school, then other teacher, then friends, lessons and lots of other things you did there. It also brings back such a wave of the emotions you felt at that time. Its crazy to think what you could do with the smell, the sound and a picture of a point in your past. How much detail could you recall? You see people returning to their old school many years later and all the memories that swarm back to them...
Memory, brilliant. The human brain is bloody amazing, it just boggles my brain trying to understand my brain. Can your brain understand itself? A fish doesn't know it is wet because it has never been dry. How can me know something about ourself if we haven't already known it? Urgh.... time for a lie down... and listen to some music.

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Where am I 2

So, after creating part 2 of my laser pen dreeeeam, I decided to have a look back over earlier notes such as the point about not finding myself (no spiritual journey, and especially no video evidence of me skulking around lost on a beach deeply searching for the answers to my soul and my being upon this vast planet, centre of my universe, blacker than black, lost to oblivion, mid life crisis movie. Just couldn't find my blog by searching google)
Well I figured I would have another look since I now have more than one little bla bla blog and to my joy there I was. I searched welcometothespa, It did suggest it with spaces in but I said "no google, no, I want no spaces since that is how I first presented it to you", and after 3 Twitter accounts and 2 other things I was listed 3 times.
A litte bit of a victory for me I think... Well not really a victory more an advancement that was obviously going to happen, things grow they get noticed more. No, I think a true victory would be when you search your own full name and you are the first result even when you search google images, maps and shopping! We've all done it, if not then you should, you might be first. You never no unless you try.
It isn't difficult to turn IMPOSSIBLE into I'M POSSIBLE. (thank you gitaroo man, "the last gitaroo is mine! Can I eat it?)

I am off to buy a new copy of Gitaroo Man on whatever platform it is availble now.

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Sleepy? There is a nap for that.

So yes, there is an app for pretty much everything you could need. And indeed it would appear there is an app for blogging, which makes it easier to do at random times but also allows me to post a photo too. Fair enough I could add images on the computer but now I can  post a photo of exactly what my phone can see as I am writing this.

Yup, its exciting I know, my floor, foot and a bit of leg. But this is technological advancement. The whole face time, instant messages we still take for granted... You can have a face to face conversation with someone on the other side of the world, on your phone, that little thing you carry round with you. Imagine telling that to someone 10 years ago, my phone didn't even have a colour screen 10 years ago. Yes we would have accepted that it was going to be a feature on expensive phones owned by the super rich and obviously to super villains but to have that power ourselves was unthinkable.
Then, when it came along it was no big deal, yup there it was, it is now a feature on your mobile, but everywhere had it... All at once, phones, laptops, computers, doorbells. Your mobile suddenly became the most powerful piece of technology to date. A computer in your hands, there is no limit to what you can do with your phone, none! Unless you have an iPhone, for some reason you still can't create your own ring tone, you have to choose one of the presets, and you have to get everything off iTunes. Anyway my point is - blog random times, blog up to date photos, super technology, great phones, picture of a pipe-cleaner.

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Ok, maybe not that great, took 3 attempts to publish from the phone... Publish failed... Publish failed. Don't know if it is a status update or a judgement.

Just off my head 2

Ok, so the whole laser pointer thing still has me amazed but thanks to a lovely friend I was sent this article. Lasers.... the moon.... possible illumination or possible destruction. Most likely destruction.

I would copy and paste the entire article into the blog but is has some stick figure images that won't copy and they are relevant, and nice. I like the little stick people, wherever they appear.

So here it is.

http://what-if.xkcd.com/13/

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Its one of those days

Yes, today is one of them.

Do you ever have those days when you think it would be better to find a hole, climb in, pop a lid on and pretend its a better life sitting in a hole with a lid on till everything else is gone. Then when you pop up out the hole it is going to be a wonderful new land of people who treat each other with respect. Greed is replaced with generosity and people are no longer just a bunch of cunts.

But no, because you would be dead by then. You cant exist in a hole no more than you can exist in a world where you scrape what you can from where you can to survive only to have someone come along and crush your fingers under their boot and take what you have because its how they have decided it should be. Do we stand up against them? No. We do what I am doing, we complain in private under false names on the safety of a world that doesn't exist. We use the cover of the internet to post how much we had a shit day, how much whatshisname has screwed us over or made us feel upset.
We make groups "like this to group to pretend-you-give-a-shit-about-the-world-and-claim-you-make-a-difference" or "save our heroes" or "make David Tennant prime minister". None of this will make a difference, your virtual world of hopes and lies cannot change the real world. You are still being suppressed.

STAND UP AND SHOUT, MAKE A DIFFERENCE, SHOW YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS CRAP ANY MORE!!!!!

Wait, we cant do that either. What happens to the people who stand up to make a difference? What happens to the protesters? What happens if you are sick of your job and decide to stand up to it?
You get fucked up. You get locked up. You get kicked out.

"Sir, there are protesters camping outside"
"Stop them, they're getting in the way of my money, they are breaking the law"
"What law sir?"
"The law we created. They are on my land!"
"but sir, its a piece of land, who did you get ownership of it from?"
"I bought it"
"Who did that person get it from?"
"They must have bought it too"
"Who did they get it from, and they from and they from?"
"They... they..."
"Some one at one point decided it was theirs and took someone else's money from them, they stole their money, sir"
"But I own it"
"You own stolen land sir, There is no real ownership of anything when you have money involved"
"...."
"I will get the tent and find you a nice spot down there sir"

How can you make a difference?
I don't know.

How did they used to make a difference? They used their spirit, their heart, their expression.
Music, Performance, Art. Their souls and ideas made visible for the sour scrutiny of the real world.
Can you express yourself now? No because to express yourself in the world of art and performance you need to get yourself to the status of celebrity first before the world can judge you. You don't need to be able to do any of these things now, just get your pretty faces onto the genitals of another celebrity agent and they will fuck the "talent" into you with a lovely computer powered robocock.

Did robocop ever have a catchphrase? or was it just the walk we replicated?

I have watched so many films and played so many games that I can think of some pretty epic ways to sort out the world. None of them really do-able and none of them that will end in a good way.
You could try doing it their way, slowly work your way up to power and try to run the county.
You could try to do as they do, get everyone else's money through theft and lies and call it a business - live with plenty of cash and all you ever need.
Actually just steal what should have no cost anyway and be arrested under their system of laws and judgement. - live with what you basically need in a confined room for a while and then get watched (more than usual) for the rest of your life.
Burn the mother fuckers to the ground. Start everything from zero, everyone is equal and must work together to survive - You need a meal, you find someone with food and bargain, work for them, exchange for something they need, actual transactions. Not some fake shiny metal or paper that has no real value, no one needs a house full of coins and notes, we need a house full of food and furnishings, we need things to survive and exist, not some shitty I O U that will never amount to anything.


Dear World,

I am sorry to announce that there has been a terrible mistake. What we thought was intelligent life that can co-exist with your eco system and live peacefully on your surface, is not.
In fact they seem to have found a way to torture every possible form of life around, including it's own species, for financial gain, which we did not create. One of them at some point found something shiny which they thought was of the same "value" as 3 of your goats for example. The shiny stuff was then divided up and used to exchange for necessities to what ever imaginary value they came up with. This idea stuck and now all actions seem to revolve around (no pun intended) this shiny stuff, or more recently the imaginary memory of what the value of this stuff used to be. All their "money" doesn't actually exist, it is just numbers on a computer screen that equates to nothing that is real.
They have also been killing other creatures for food, which is fine, that's what we expected but they are not returning the favour. If any of your creatures so much as looks at them funny they kill it for the sake of killing, they even have some of them contained in "zoo's" where other can come and stare at them as they slowly die.
Any way, If you could create one of those massive floods or whatever, we can see about giving you a new sensible lot. Any problems, let us know and we will use the old Massive-Rocks-From-Space trick again, seemed to work well for those reptiles that went a bit crazy.

All The Best,
Cosmos


And to top it all, I am trying to eat more healthily and this plate of delicious home made sweetness gets put next to me.
I fuckin love chocolate! but I am not going to eat all of it... at once.

Don't kill anyone.

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