CunninLynguists, Herbalizer and Bonobo is what I'm chillin to at the moment
followed by a bit of Cut Killer, KRS-1 and some MC Solaar
Good stuff if you want to get your chill on (or chillum)
Most people when looking at me thing I'm some kind of deathcore angry metalhead... but nah! that stuff is way to anal for my tastes
followed by a bit of Cut Killer, KRS-1 and some MC Solaar
Good stuff if you want to get your chill on (or chillum)
Most people when looking at me thing I'm some kind of deathcore angry metalhead... but nah! that stuff is way to anal for my tastes
Ho hum usual Saturday morning. Tidied, chucked out, did stuff around the house.
Found this which I think is quite apt
It's a nice sunny day here, cool but not cold... I'm dressed like trailer trash Gray jersey shorts and old fucked up Ugg boots. My hairy fat belly on show for the world to see. I'd better get dressed soon - fuck I can be a slob... its time for that to change.
I do need to do something about my desk though its a bit too high as my wrists rest on the desk edge and its very uncomfortable.
Roll on summer, well can't really call a British summer, summer more like and extended spring and early autumn combined.
So to paraphrase Phineas and Ferb - what am I gonna do today I wonder. When my eldest gets home I promised her I'd do colouring and drawing with her. Plus I got a load of brain game challenge cards and we'll do that together.
Unfortunatly, the British education system is really quite shite. Fuckwits (AKA Educational Psychologists) in the 70's decided to change the way kids are taught. So now my daughter is technically "thick as a plank" cos her pikey teacher thinks that playing and colouring is better than Literacy and Numeracy. The school got quite upset with me when I said "Isn't that and excuse for being a lazy fuck" - its my use of english not the concept they decried.
So that the problem with sending your kids to an inner London, failing primary school.
So it looks like I'm gonna have to become a Tiger Dad and force feed education to my daughter until she gets to her new school.
Found this which I think is quite apt
It's a nice sunny day here, cool but not cold... I'm dressed like trailer trash Gray jersey shorts and old fucked up Ugg boots. My hairy fat belly on show for the world to see. I'd better get dressed soon - fuck I can be a slob... its time for that to change.
I do need to do something about my desk though its a bit too high as my wrists rest on the desk edge and its very uncomfortable.
Roll on summer, well can't really call a British summer, summer more like and extended spring and early autumn combined.
So to paraphrase Phineas and Ferb - what am I gonna do today I wonder. When my eldest gets home I promised her I'd do colouring and drawing with her. Plus I got a load of brain game challenge cards and we'll do that together.
Unfortunatly, the British education system is really quite shite. Fuckwits (AKA Educational Psychologists) in the 70's decided to change the way kids are taught. So now my daughter is technically "thick as a plank" cos her pikey teacher thinks that playing and colouring is better than Literacy and Numeracy. The school got quite upset with me when I said "Isn't that and excuse for being a lazy fuck" - its my use of english not the concept they decried.
So that the problem with sending your kids to an inner London, failing primary school.
So it looks like I'm gonna have to become a Tiger Dad and force feed education to my daughter until she gets to her new school.
UberGeek Alert... Barsoom eh! John Carter Eh! Frank Frazetta gonna make a big comeback this year... so fucking looking forward to it. John Carter was 14-16 for me, I'd done Tolkien, had enough of Conan, Red Sonja and Fritz Leiber...
Dejah Thoris, Carthoris, Thuvia Tars Tarkas and the Warhoons, GIve me my Radium Pistol, My Sabre and saddle my Thoat... I'll be glued to the big screen this summer.
Dejah Thoris, Carthoris, Thuvia Tars Tarkas and the Warhoons, GIve me my Radium Pistol, My Sabre and saddle my Thoat... I'll be glued to the big screen this summer.
I'm getting pissed off with looking like a scruffy shite... its time to go out and get a new wardrobe... . I don't need to define who I am by the way I dress or choose a particular tribe or genre. Irrespective, the casual observer will typecast you anyway Dockers, levis red tabs all the understated classics. Jaeger and Aquascutum. When I frist worked in the Financial Services Sector when I was 20 I did enjoy going to work in a black Jeager suit sporting a mohican.
My then divisional director was a bit pissed and the 37 ear piercings and 5mm gauge, but shit my wardrobe was crisp. An Aquascutum Trench coat, High polish Jones brogues and the dark charcoal suit. Matched with the punk attitude, the mo and the piercings all fucked him off.
Yes it was fucking tough matching my personal politics with the nascent globalisation of markets... but fuck it then I earn money that got me loaded, got me to gigs all over the place got me well and got me a lot of fun. But, overtime after leaving Financial Services and going into broadcast media and now back to FS. I think its time to drop the scruffy, casual shit look... up my game and make the changes...
remember kids don't demonstrate, infiltrate
My then divisional director was a bit pissed and the 37 ear piercings and 5mm gauge, but shit my wardrobe was crisp. An Aquascutum Trench coat, High polish Jones brogues and the dark charcoal suit. Matched with the punk attitude, the mo and the piercings all fucked him off.
Yes it was fucking tough matching my personal politics with the nascent globalisation of markets... but fuck it then I earn money that got me loaded, got me to gigs all over the place got me well and got me a lot of fun. But, overtime after leaving Financial Services and going into broadcast media and now back to FS. I think its time to drop the scruffy, casual shit look... up my game and make the changes...
remember kids don't demonstrate, infiltrate
