31.8.07
Would a Weekend...
Here's a thing I hate about Fridays... There are only too-short weekends between them and Mondays.
So what am I actually going to do with my weekend? among other non-things, do some work for money. A sacrilege. The only mitigating circumstance is the fact that it's not job-related.
So what am I actually going to do with my weekend? among other non-things, do some work for money. A sacrilege. The only mitigating circumstance is the fact that it's not job-related.
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I've had a visitor from Zambia! \o/
A shame he/she didn't found what she/he was googling for.
A shame he/she didn't found what she/he was googling for.
30.8.07
I Need a Break...
I need a break.
I need a break.
I need a break.
I need a break.
I need a break.
I need a break.
I wonder how long till this turns into the other one... Fuck.
I need a break.
I need a break.
I need a break.
I need a break.
I need a break.
I wonder how long till this turns into the other one... Fuck.
28.8.07
Art
Seeing as I'm showing neither inclination to make my own photo site, nor inclination to provide material for it, I could use an available service: deviantART. I've had an account there for ages, and I haven't used it for anything... Might as well start.
Now, to the material... Shall we start with the donkey?
Now, to the material... Shall we start with the donkey?
26.8.07
Donkey, Two
I did it. Only I did it on a wrong donkey pic...
24.8.07
Oh, Blood of Mine
Even my blood agrees - I'm an obese alcoholic. And to think that I'm actually trying to find reasons why I can't do anything about that...
23.8.07
Blood of Mine
I wonder what my blood work will show...
21.8.07
There's one thing this weekend of mine in London has left painfully clear: my like for traveling isn't very far from turning into a dislike. Why? The constant general sleepiness. The permanently empty mind, leaving me without inspiration to do anything. That never-ever-ending nagging in the back of my brain that I don't want to be where I am, but in my bed.
I know what I should do about it. Stimulate myself a bit more. But it's a downward spiral. One that affects everything. And the effort of getting out of it seems too much right now.
I need a break. I only wish I knew how to take one.
I know what I should do about it. Stimulate myself a bit more. But it's a downward spiral. One that affects everything. And the effort of getting out of it seems too much right now.
I need a break. I only wish I knew how to take one.
19.8.07
A Weekend Elsewhere
I traveled the entire length of London twice. Saw nothing but the tube walls and stations.
Learned never to ask the British railway employees for advice on which train to take if I want to get somewhere. They have no bloody idea, and are more likely to send you in the opposite direction than not.
The parts of the above-ground London I did see, I couldn't find again if my life depended on it. Except maybe for a pub named The Goat in Mitcham. And another pub across the street from the Morden tube station.
I got no souvenirs nor pics of myself and sights/landmarks.
I only regret that I was half asleep most of the time. Time to see my doctor about that, I think.
Learned never to ask the British railway employees for advice on which train to take if I want to get somewhere. They have no bloody idea, and are more likely to send you in the opposite direction than not.
The parts of the above-ground London I did see, I couldn't find again if my life depended on it. Except maybe for a pub named The Goat in Mitcham. And another pub across the street from the Morden tube station.
I got no souvenirs nor pics of myself and sights/landmarks.
I only regret that I was half asleep most of the time. Time to see my doctor about that, I think.
16.8.07
Not a Monday
The donkey, I said yesterday... Today, I said yesterday...
Well, as this Thursday feels even more like a Monday than the yesterday's holiday can account for. And tomorrow is Friday, and I'm going to London, and I don't want to. But I've paid for the tickets, and it would be a shame to waste them, and I might have a good time after all. Crap. Thinking about is pointless. I'm committed, and there's nothing to do now but do it. I'm going, even though I feel too fat to be seen by people and that two days ago got the worst haircut in years. But the temptation... Oh, the temptation.
The donkey, I think, will have to wait till I get back. Though, the chances of sudden inspiration should never be forgotten...
Well, as this Thursday feels even more like a Monday than the yesterday's holiday can account for. And tomorrow is Friday, and I'm going to London, and I don't want to. But I've paid for the tickets, and it would be a shame to waste them, and I might have a good time after all. Crap. Thinking about is pointless. I'm committed, and there's nothing to do now but do it. I'm going, even though I feel too fat to be seen by people and that two days ago got the worst haircut in years. But the temptation... Oh, the temptation.
The donkey, I think, will have to wait till I get back. Though, the chances of sudden inspiration should never be forgotten...
15.8.07
Donkey
Some time ago, in happier and more creative days (Ha. Fat chance. But it sounds nice when I say it that way.), I took a picture of a donkey. It would've been a nice picture, even without adjustments, if there wasn't for one thing: it wasn't focused on the donkey. The background was, is, sharper than the subject. Therefore, it was a throw-away.
You know what? Fuck the focus. Now I only wish the damned donkey (not that it's any of its fault) was even less sharp. Tomorrow, or one of these days, I'm going to take that photo and make it into a good one. So help me carrot.
You know what? Fuck the focus. Now I only wish the damned donkey (not that it's any of its fault) was even less sharp. Tomorrow, or one of these days, I'm going to take that photo and make it into a good one. So help me carrot.
14.8.07
On the Mental State
pi, pi Pika-pi Pika-pi. piikachu-pi ka Ka Piii' chuuu Piikachu Pi Chuuu Pi Pipi ka pi Kaa piii pikaa Pi-i. Pi kachu chu piika Piii kachu Pika-pi pi pi piikachu Chu Ka pii ka-pikachu Pi kachu chu'Pi chuuuu... ka Pikaa ka Chuuu kachu-pika-pika-pi Piikaa-kaa. pii Pika kaaa Pi Pikapi Pikachu chu chu? pi chuu Ka pii chu Piii kaaa Chuuuu. Pi chuu-pipi Piii kachu pika piii chuuu Ka pi-ka-chu, kaaa-pi-ka-chu kachu Piika piikaa Pikachu kachu pika Pi chu Kaaa piika chuuu, chuuuu-chu chu-pika-pika, piika Pi-i Pikapi piika pii Piii-kachu-pi, pi-i pi-i Pipi Pikapi pikapi chuuu pika-pika Pika pipi-Chuu chuuuu. Kaa, Pi'pi Chuuu-pikapi. pi-i Pi Piii chu chu pi-i pi pika-chu piika, kaa.
Screw it. I can't even write a review of the last Harry Potter book.
Screw it. I can't even write a review of the last Harry Potter book.
10.8.07
Blood and Gore
When I started reading Steven Erikson's Malazan Book of the Fallen series last year, I was amazed. Four books later, I'm still amazed. The amount of bloody details, spilled entrails and mangled dead bodies of all kinds is just unbelievable. (Don't get me wrong, that's not the only good thing about the series - the storytelling is superb, although it can go into too many directions at the same time sometimes.) I have one misgiving, though... Things are getting complicated, and I hope that Erikson knows where he's going and how he'll wrap them up.
9.8.07
The Evening of...
8.8.07
Wash, Rinse, Repeat
I have a feeling I'm coming back to where I was some two and a half years ago.
6.8.07
Sine
I think there's a pattern developing... Monday, Wednesday, Friday - sleep. Tuesday, Thursday - no sleep.
Or something... I missed the nap today. I'm regretting it.
Or something... I missed the nap today. I'm regretting it.
3.8.07
ItTube
It occasionally happens that I'm around a computer, and have nothing better to do (or have, but don't feel like doing it). On such occasions, and against better judgement, I sometimes turn to YouTube. For entertainment. To pass the time. Of all things.
I should find a vegan forum and go trolling instead... Would be more productive.
Anyway. Directors. Gurus. If you want to find the lowest quality 'content', look for those labels. You'll find gurus of attention-whoring. You'll find gurus of whine (no, I'm not dissing this guy because he's very fat, I'm dissing him because he's a whining crybaby). You'll find gurus of breathing into microphones. And when you finally find someone whose videos aren't the usual audio-visual atrocities which are the norm among the self-expressing Youtubers, it turns out he's a f*** racist; more articulate than your usual racist, but as stupid as the rest of them.
And now, to find a vegan forum...
I should find a vegan forum and go trolling instead... Would be more productive.
Anyway. Directors. Gurus. If you want to find the lowest quality 'content', look for those labels. You'll find gurus of attention-whoring. You'll find gurus of whine (no, I'm not dissing this guy because he's very fat, I'm dissing him because he's a whining crybaby). You'll find gurus of breathing into microphones. And when you finally find someone whose videos aren't the usual audio-visual atrocities which are the norm among the self-expressing Youtubers, it turns out he's a f*** racist; more articulate than your usual racist, but as stupid as the rest of them.
And now, to find a vegan forum...
2.8.07
The Victim of a Dead Cat
I never thought I'd see a South Park episode that put me into a, khm, bad mood.
Anger. Hate.
Anger. Hate.
1.8.07
Fled
I would write, write! But the very thought of getting out a pen and paper seems too difficult. So I don't write. I type a bit, because the computer is here, in front of me already, and thus it doesn't seem so beyond my reach.
Oh, yeah... I forgot what I wanted to write about, too.
Oh, yeah... I forgot what I wanted to write about, too.
