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.

Flaws + Weaknesses..

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Toan+Daxland
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GOGO small posts. No inspiration.

Oh yea. I can write.

http://authspot.com/thoughts/meta-language/

Look at me..

I can ride a bike with no handle bars..
I can lead a nation with a microphone..
I can split the atom of a molecule..

Great song. And i'm posting because people were bugging me...I've decided to write some drafts for a series of creative writing pieces..all on humanity. All on what the world has become, and what it may become. I don't really expect anyone to read this blog. But considering the amount of people bugging me...well...

"A hero in war is a murderer anywhere else"
"It's not going to happen in my lifetime"
"Yggdrasil is dying...Save it at all costs"

Bonus points for anyone who can tell me what the author meant by "Yggdrasil".

But they are all valid viewpoints.

"The Goal is not what matters. It is the path to it that is of import"

The method, not the answer. Get it right once, and you're certain to get it right again. Strike luckily and you are doomed to fail the next time.

What does this all relate? Global Warming.

It's a big issue. But what if i told you, that by killing off 100,000 people, it could be averted? At what cost would you bargain with to save the one thing that cannot fall. Not yet.

Until then, Play more Nethack, DoomRL, ADOM and all that is of the world of Rogues. Not Thieves.

heh.

Have fun.

And if i were to notice.....

The hardest thing in the world....is seeing who you are. It is finding out who you are, not who you think you are. You may think you're the most generous person on the planet, and yet you treat people like dirt, without knowing it. I certainly do it. And while it's selfish, what can i do, but apologize and move on? Oh, the power of apologies. A few simple words and the whole world will "forgive" you for what you have done. How can people be so...."negligent" for want of a better word. "Oh, i'm sorry, i just tripped you. (intentionally)" "Oh, that's alright". And the world is amazed at how "criminal" and "evil" the world is........little wonder, no?

just a thought.......
Politics derives from Polite and Politeness (i think)
Politics is all about men (and the occasional woman) getting up and twisting/creating the "truth". It's all a game of seperating Fact from Fiction.
Anyhow, i'm lead to the conclusion that being "polite" is another way of saying "lie/cheat/steal but "nicely"". What a load of bullcrap, eh?

If you don't get it, imagine this.
Say, you have an annoying workmate, who you can't really stand. They bug you all day. When it comes to your turn to respond in yet another conversation with them that you didn't really want, you have a few options;
1.Run away
2.Outright tell them that you hate them and they are loud/annoying/whatever
3.Be "polite" and pretend to be interested.

How many of you pick 1 or 2? i know many a time where i have picked 3, because it's "polite". While this doesn't stretch the boundary of "lies" bear with me.

Now, along in the conversation, they go away and do something else. You're relieved. Later in that day, they call you asking to have lunch with them. Again, a few options;
1.Run away
2.Tell them again that you hate them and turn them down "rudely"
3."Politely" that you have an appointment with someone else/have to be somewhere and therefore cannot come. ("Oh crap, my cat's on fire and i accidentally left the cake outside" That kind of thing)

Now, number 3 is just plain lying. Thus, this is the extent of "manners and politeness". Sure there are exceptions where the simple "thank you" does wonders because somehow, in just 2 measly words, you have conveyed an oupheload of love/trust/whatever. "Excuse me" on the other hand, i don't think i can find any fault on, at this point in time. Ware, it's merely a way of shouting "I'M HERE NOOBS GET OUTTA MAH WAY", "politely". "You're welcome" is probably just something that evolved over time as a response to "thank you" so.....

hmph. Writer's block. ah, well, can't have em all.

Until then, Stay sharp, Have Fun and good luck. Whatever you're doing.

I still can't believe i'm doing this.

Yawn. So, why are people reading this again? The current criticism is that it's "painful" and i will abide by that, i guess. Just to spite said critic. Anyhow, serenade.....somehow i can't....remember...something to do with it.

Now, i wonder if this blog goes to become a blog featuring death. I hope not. It certainly is turning into a Metaphysical type of thing. Perhaps with a dash of preaching. Oh, well.

So. Continuing with the original subject...

Lust.

Hoho, this is a funny topic. Watch as them adolescent kids squirm when they read on THIS topic. And how much different is Love from Lust, hmm, hmm? Are you to wait for that "special one", the one that will hold you and cherish you till the end of THEIR and YOUR days? hmm, hmm? As a former lecturer of mine has pointed out, "Love is both sides giving. Lust is just taking." And perhaps that quote is true. But there is also a demotivational poster on "Love" It goes something like this:

"Get your loved one the severed sexual organ of a plant grown in cow manure. It's obviously the most romantic thing you can do for them"

Of course, it refers to the rose. I hope you knew that. If you give until you cannot give anymore, where does that leave you? DEAD. Is love, dying for your "loved one"? Yes, yes, this is all negative 'n all, but think about it. So much in THIS world has come to ruin because people neglect. They hope. It is not a bad thing, and yet. It is human nature. It is everything that defines us. How we act, how we talk, how we speak, how we think, how we feel; the list goes on.

Though, love these days, and defined by my said former lecturer is "Giving and giving, yet not ever dying". When you have run out of things to give, what left is there to give but your life?

Anyhow. Flurry of inspiration dissipating on said topic. Have fun. Stay safe. Disregard Diplomatic Immunity.

Yet another painful post. Yet another day. Yet another death.

Alright, let's see how divided you are on the Michael Jackson topic.

1.You're either in 2 groups
2.The said 2 groups are :
1.People who called Michael Jackson "Wacko Jacko" when he started doing....let's say, "odd" things.
2.People who revered him throughout his entire life, not caring what he did in his personal time, as long as his musix what good

Now, when death strikes a few things can happen
1.People fall down on their knees and try to be Shannon Noll singing some weird debut single.
2.People cry
3.People think real hard about stuff. Perhaps Death
4.What people have done in Michael Jackson's case. The people in group 1 now start revering him and calling him the "King of Pop" even though, a week ago, they would have been cracking jokes at his expense. Group 2 would follow suit, because they were already doing it.

Yes, i mave have crossed a line. Yes, i go too far. But, this is what i think when i'm just typing with no real reason, no motive, except for the topic at hand. The sound of me just typing is good enough. I never want a laptop, the sound they make when you're playing games/just plain typing is horrible.

Anyhow. Hypocrisy. As a certain "advisor" of mine says. "So what? Can i not indulge in a basic human right?" Hipocrisy is one of those things where people are constantly doing it, yet they never blame themselves for it. People never think themselves wrong. They are always right, regardless of opposition. And that is not always dangerous. But i'm off topic and i cbf to type more.

Until then. Good Luck, Have Fun and may you deliver unto your foes the Wrath of your God. (I'm aethiest btw)

Completely unfunny, yet not so angry.

Just because the norm of a blog is funny/witty/completely and absolutely angry. Does not mean that i am required to conform to these norms.

Pain.

It is not a signal to keep doing what you are doing. It is not a sign of weakness. It is a sign of "hang on, you're an idiot, stop what you are doing". Of course, people that don't feel pain think "oh, i'm so goddamned strong, i'll just go jump off a cliff" eh, eh?

On another note, this blog is whatever i think of typing when confronted with a word. a topic. a subject. so stop following if it be "painful".