Woo. I’ve now had 400 visitors. And, according to the stats, all but two of them are called Colin.

Yay.

Apparently it annoys people when you rig their votes.

…so far the favoured option is three…

…all votes are rigged…

An assessment of the future.

Possibilities:

1. This site will be resumed shortly.

2. This site is suspended, pending an investigation into the author’s talent.

3. This site is now closed. All posts will be permanently deleted by 15 May. Or sooner, if I can be bothered.

4. What the hell is this site, and how did I get here?

Vote, using any means possible.

writing a blog is like masterbating in public

Bye bye.

For a bit.

Human nature is built upon denial.

Hmm. If only I was paid on three grades above my current salary. Then I’d be able to afford to hire a Caterham 7 for a day or few from this company which is even not too far away. Oh well.

A long time ago, I used to collect and keep all of the tickets to films, bands, and anything else that I used to go to. I used to put them on the wall, or in a drawer, and look at them to remind me of the things that I had done.

I don’t do that any more.

I don’t need to. The person who collected and had the need to collect is gone. I am not who I was. Collection was needed then as a method of controlling what was done, to give it meaning after the event through the physical form, rather than relying on the memories alone.

But, the collection carried an emotional weight. It becomes too easy to place over emphasis on the past, to look through and cherish the tickets and the memories that they give, whilst limiting the experience of the present.

So I don’t keep the tickets. Instead, I keep memories, and the view ahead.

[Subliminal messaging mode]Chuck out the stuff in the garage, you dont need it, release the money from the house, sod paying off the mortgage early that’s boring, get a Caterham 7. You know it makes sense.[/subliminal messaging mode]