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I have come to the realisation that time is not linear, and that all points in existence pass simultaneously through all points in the universe. As a result of this, it is my birthday. Every day.
Today in 1942, Tammy Wynette was born.
My new copy of Doctorin’ the Tardis arrived.
Yay.
Listened to 1987 (with ABBA lyrics) at the weekend, for the first time in an age. It rocks. In a mad way.
For those who are interested, this is a good place.
The trouble with low self esteem is knowing its deserved.
Quack quack quack
I am the penguin
the penguin who you know
I like to eat cod
it gives my heart a glow
i live in an icy flat
its full of snow and blizzards
but its okay, I’ve got a hat
embroidered with pictures of lizards
i-thank you.
getting drunk on a bottle of vodka is a so much higher quality of pissed than with beer. although the results are similar.
I don’t normally write the blog in a “I’ve done this” style. Lets face it, when I do, no-one, including me, is interested in what I say.
Even so.
Just back from the pub. Back from several pubs. I decided it would be good to see people. No-one’s phone was answered though, nor email, so that didn’t help. The first pub was full of people watching some sort of football game and not people I know. So I came back, enjoying the bike ride if nothing else.
Then to somewhere in town. Allegedly jazz. Could have been good. Wasn’t. Still, it was fun dodging pedestrians on the bike.
And so finally to the pubs around the corner. After all, I do actually know people who live around the corner, and although I seem only rarely to see them, on the occasions when it does happen it is sometimes in the pub.
But no.
The last pub, the Lescar, had a DJ. It also had a barmaid who looked like sporty spice. But mainly it had a DJ. Unfortunately, the DJ’s talents extended to hiding 30 seconds of genius amongst an endless tirade of shit. So I came home. Which is a shame. As I’m now bored.
Enough trite snippety musing. Back to trite poetry and writing.
Woo.
Vampire beatles
I love you
yeah, yeah, yeah
I love you
yeah, yeah, yeah
and I know that it will last
thoughout the night
When I am here
I make you feel alright
until you see my teeth, and
I hold you in my bite
cos I love you
yeah, yeah, yeah
I love you
yeah, yeah, yeah
and I know that it will last
thoughout the night
(Repeat ad nauseum for the next 30 years.)
Back in December, I helped on a film called Creep Killers. Recently, it was mentioned on MTV. You can see the article here.
– You are in a web of snippety musings.
– In front of you there is a portal into
– another world.
Look around.
– There is nothing of any note here.
Call out
– Your colleagues in the office ask what
– is wrong
Examine portal
– The portal lists words in white on a
– black background.
– Some words are underlined.
Read words
– The words do not make sense.
Shout “Nads”
– There is no need to bring all adventure
– games down to the same level.