A jump in time

Consider this as tomorrow's post, because inspiration couldn't wait. Neither can the tides. Or the ides.

I would also like more comments, because it gives me something to do with my spare time, which i tend to have a little of, and i would prefer to read those comments.

Onward!

Why would you post a shorter post if it just means that people aren't even in Alpha mode (brain waves) and thus not creative enough to give you decent posts which in the end makes you less creative and thus shorter posts. I would say this is a vicious circle, but i'm not going to because it is more like a vortex of substandard-ry and self-humiliation.

I also got back my clarinet certificate today (or is it yesterday, what with this time jumpiness?). It's so shiny...and sort of cheap. It's just parchment-ish parchment with some gold gilding and lettering. Oh well.

It's also sad (for me at least) how people refuse to spell properly on the internet. It so sad it almost makes me cry, but it's not that bad. I bet you that one day, people are just going to talkin numbers SMS style, because it's "all the rage" as is the phrase "all the rage". It's like "back in the day" but not nearly as damned cool. Also the level of swearing is reaching the critical point where it becomes ineffective. Its like peak oil, except the only thing we're transgressing or using up is our time and curtesy. Copius amounts of politeness is used up by people who don't know better and who can't express themselves any better. It's scary. A lot of things are scary.

Least of which is that scary bandsaw that i might have to use in the near near near present but almost future. Its big, loud and eats up cow bones for brunch. Big fat, juicy (or perhaps dry) ones. I'm getting shivers just thinking about it. :(

I might get into drawing again. I swear, this year is the year of rediscovery and discovery. Or maybe the age within the age within the age of Industralizm then Information. I call it, the Aeon of Exploration! Or maybe, the Post-Aeon of Post-Exploration.

My new hobby is hard. But then, it will keep me occupied when i'm bored. How odd.

I can't think of anything right now, so...this will have to do, you not hungry fat fishies.

Longer posts, to sate SOMEONE

I have resolved to try and write more, starting with a post everyday. Not like it's productive in anyway, except as a way to practise my writing.

Funny thing about longer posts. It tends to look like a wall of text. It's the sort of visual thing that stops people reading books that are vaguely interesting but for the most part mostly boring. I did however get a comment about writing very vaguely, that is, to do it more often, not less. I'm just not sure.

It's also quite interesting to find a new hobby. It is an interesting hobby about an interesting topic. People! Though i'm not sure if i'll turn into a psychopath at this rate. Muse, muse.

Copious spacing combined with whatever i feel like typing with utter disregard for non-nonsense and interest makes for quite interesting reading (maybe). Still, it takes up time while i listen to some music and try to remember what is there to be remembered. It alleviates stress, sometime, but not all the time and even so i still end up just highly strung anyway.

Is this enough? I don't know. Why should i care? It's not like this/it means anything, other than as a interesting point of interest for my alliteration and assonance to flourish in a flowery way, akin to Shakespeare. And his texts are very hard to muddle through unless you have 5 different dictionaries through the ages and even then you're not likely to know what he is/was talking about. Still, he is the "father/founder" of English as it is today. I wonder who/what has influence on other languages.

Also, need to research the full meaning of Irony. Maybe you should to. And stop complaining. Maybe.

Dusty dusty blogs

It's almost like a library. Full of memories and old stories.

I have however finished an article for a certain publication and thus, through it, have found a love for writing. Maybe rediscovered, but in any case it is there.

Body language is scary but interesting at the same time. It defines the border of conversation and changes how people act around certain people. Upon further research i found a new understanding of how my world shifts. It is scary.