Right, some new rules.
#1. No more posting on the internet when intoxicated.
I'm putting a drunk lock on my keyboard. I've not been going out much at all over the past while, so the rare times I've gotten out I drink in my usual way...though my tolerance has decreased and I get slightly drunker than I realise. So then I get home and go on the Al-Gore-Net. Bad idea. Not that I've said or done anything other than leave generally silly comments, however I still don't like the idea of logging on the next morning to discover a flurry of inner-net activity I don't quite fully recall.
#2. No more talking to wistful drunk people.
Especially foreign wistful drunk people who are also homesick and try to regale you with tales of how utterly fantastic their home country is and how much better it is than wherever the hell they are currently. All in a slurred tone that smacks of vodka and, unfortunately for everyone involved, a poor english teacher. And these are people I don't even know most of the time. Feeling the need to pour ones soul out to the nearest unthreatening local must be a strong impulse to those who've relocated to another country. Well once distilled spirits are added at least.
Also the desire to dance up to the female bouncer and try it on has become the fashion du jour of the wistful drunk foreign male. Quickly matched by the desire to try and pole dance and impress people by the wistful drunk foreign female, which shouldn't really be attempted when depth perception is hindered by copious quantities of fermeneted vegetable drinks.
#3. Get a fucking hobby.
I hardly ever play guitar anymore, and when I do you couldn't exactly call it a hobby. I've found myself trapped in a little cycle of similar chords, patterns, sytles and tempos. I can't seem to break the creative stagnation I've found myself in. Just yet that is. So I'm conisdering taking piano lessons. A while back I taught myself some piano by transposing the notes in guitar chords to the keys on my sisters aincent and cheap casio keyboard. Now it worked well enough as far as I could tell, though I was slightly hampered by the fact the casio couldn't play more than four notes at any one time.
Plus I've found myself listening to piano music more and more, and the culmination of all that with the Muse concert kinda imprinted this on my brain.
So I might give it a go.
Other hobbys are less apparent to me, I really have no interest in much of anything of late. I don't want a physical activity hobby, mainly because I've done all that since I was young. And I've had to admit to myself that I actually didn't enjoy or even like most of it.
The years of playing soccer, occassional running and swimming. I never had a good time. It was more motivated by the desire not to let myself a) get podgey and b) fail any expectations on me.
Suggestions for a hobby would be appreciated.
I've even considered knitting, though I learned how to when I was 7 and have since forgotten due to those braincells being murdered horribly by alcohol in the intervening years. I'm sure it would all come rushing back to me.
Er, perhaps not.
#4. Make something of yourself.
I'm 25 now and I've really not done much I'm proud of in my life. My degree was something to get through and I pretty much hate I.T. nowadays. So it's just a piece of paper that's pretty much meaningless to me (and employers I might point out haha). I've had no main loves of my life. I've really done nothing to speak of. I had such grand dreams as a child, astronaut by day...indiana jones by night, fighting nazi's at the weekend and saving the planet from alien invasion every third sunday of the month...then coming home to an adoring wife and child in a large mortgage free house for a dinner of blackforest gateaux and coke.
Needless to say my dreams didn't include being a wage slave in a large retailer of computers and electronics.
However being hampered by a lack of any inspiration in any form (ironic that my favourite band is called Muse then isn't it?) I've not actually done much. And haven't gone about changing my current state mainly due to a lack of an alternative plan.
I really have to unplug the mental block thats preventing my brain working and the creativity that I used to have from flowing. Anyone have a drill, forceps and some rubbing alcohol?
So I have to kick myself up the arse quite hard.
An old stickman drawing of mine is apt here.
APT I TELL YOU! APT!
(weirdly while writing this Butterflies and Hurricanes came on Winamp with lyrics such as "You've got to be the best you've got to change the world, your time is now" haha. Ok, will do)
#5. Get elected to high office.
This has to happen just so that I can include a clause in the constitiution that expressly forbids anyone from being a dick. Once done I shall then involve myself in a horrendous black forest gateaux excess scandal and resign disgraced but full of cake.
#6. No matter how much she begs, don't marry Britney Spears.
It's no use calling love, I don't care that now you're divorced "we can be together". Stop calling. Stop writing. Stop turning up drunk and sobbing outside my window at 4am clutching a beer and a copy of "...Baby One More Time" or I'll call the cops. Again.
Yeesh. I'll tell you what I told Courtney Love, get off my property!
#7. If by some miracle you win the lottery, only use the proceeds to buy something obscenely stupid.
If this Fridays 200 million euro Euromillions jackpot comes my way, I shall use it to buy two hundred billion 1c jelly sweets.
Oh yes.
(Umm...apparently SG won't display the Euro sign, it just comes up as . Way to go there. *grumble*)
Um....that's all for now. As you were.
#1. No more posting on the internet when intoxicated.
I'm putting a drunk lock on my keyboard. I've not been going out much at all over the past while, so the rare times I've gotten out I drink in my usual way...though my tolerance has decreased and I get slightly drunker than I realise. So then I get home and go on the Al-Gore-Net. Bad idea. Not that I've said or done anything other than leave generally silly comments, however I still don't like the idea of logging on the next morning to discover a flurry of inner-net activity I don't quite fully recall.
#2. No more talking to wistful drunk people.
Especially foreign wistful drunk people who are also homesick and try to regale you with tales of how utterly fantastic their home country is and how much better it is than wherever the hell they are currently. All in a slurred tone that smacks of vodka and, unfortunately for everyone involved, a poor english teacher. And these are people I don't even know most of the time. Feeling the need to pour ones soul out to the nearest unthreatening local must be a strong impulse to those who've relocated to another country. Well once distilled spirits are added at least.
Also the desire to dance up to the female bouncer and try it on has become the fashion du jour of the wistful drunk foreign male. Quickly matched by the desire to try and pole dance and impress people by the wistful drunk foreign female, which shouldn't really be attempted when depth perception is hindered by copious quantities of fermeneted vegetable drinks.
#3. Get a fucking hobby.
I hardly ever play guitar anymore, and when I do you couldn't exactly call it a hobby. I've found myself trapped in a little cycle of similar chords, patterns, sytles and tempos. I can't seem to break the creative stagnation I've found myself in. Just yet that is. So I'm conisdering taking piano lessons. A while back I taught myself some piano by transposing the notes in guitar chords to the keys on my sisters aincent and cheap casio keyboard. Now it worked well enough as far as I could tell, though I was slightly hampered by the fact the casio couldn't play more than four notes at any one time.
Plus I've found myself listening to piano music more and more, and the culmination of all that with the Muse concert kinda imprinted this on my brain.
So I might give it a go.
Other hobbys are less apparent to me, I really have no interest in much of anything of late. I don't want a physical activity hobby, mainly because I've done all that since I was young. And I've had to admit to myself that I actually didn't enjoy or even like most of it.
The years of playing soccer, occassional running and swimming. I never had a good time. It was more motivated by the desire not to let myself a) get podgey and b) fail any expectations on me.
Suggestions for a hobby would be appreciated.
I've even considered knitting, though I learned how to when I was 7 and have since forgotten due to those braincells being murdered horribly by alcohol in the intervening years. I'm sure it would all come rushing back to me.
Er, perhaps not.
#4. Make something of yourself.
I'm 25 now and I've really not done much I'm proud of in my life. My degree was something to get through and I pretty much hate I.T. nowadays. So it's just a piece of paper that's pretty much meaningless to me (and employers I might point out haha). I've had no main loves of my life. I've really done nothing to speak of. I had such grand dreams as a child, astronaut by day...indiana jones by night, fighting nazi's at the weekend and saving the planet from alien invasion every third sunday of the month...then coming home to an adoring wife and child in a large mortgage free house for a dinner of blackforest gateaux and coke.
Needless to say my dreams didn't include being a wage slave in a large retailer of computers and electronics.
However being hampered by a lack of any inspiration in any form (ironic that my favourite band is called Muse then isn't it?) I've not actually done much. And haven't gone about changing my current state mainly due to a lack of an alternative plan.
I really have to unplug the mental block thats preventing my brain working and the creativity that I used to have from flowing. Anyone have a drill, forceps and some rubbing alcohol?
So I have to kick myself up the arse quite hard.
An old stickman drawing of mine is apt here.
APT I TELL YOU! APT!
(weirdly while writing this Butterflies and Hurricanes came on Winamp with lyrics such as "You've got to be the best you've got to change the world, your time is now" haha. Ok, will do)
#5. Get elected to high office.
This has to happen just so that I can include a clause in the constitiution that expressly forbids anyone from being a dick. Once done I shall then involve myself in a horrendous black forest gateaux excess scandal and resign disgraced but full of cake.
#6. No matter how much she begs, don't marry Britney Spears.
It's no use calling love, I don't care that now you're divorced "we can be together". Stop calling. Stop writing. Stop turning up drunk and sobbing outside my window at 4am clutching a beer and a copy of "...Baby One More Time" or I'll call the cops. Again.
Yeesh. I'll tell you what I told Courtney Love, get off my property!
#7. If by some miracle you win the lottery, only use the proceeds to buy something obscenely stupid.
If this Fridays 200 million euro Euromillions jackpot comes my way, I shall use it to buy two hundred billion 1c jelly sweets.
Oh yes.
(Umm...apparently SG won't display the Euro sign, it just comes up as . Way to go there. *grumble*)
Um....that's all for now. As you were.
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Brain, i love you. You make me smile.
You'll make something fiercely positive out of your life, cuz you're that kind of bloke. I know i'm all serious now, but you will. I know it, and i know i'm going to be so proud of you. Hells, i'm already proud of you, and proud that i can call you a friend.
And stuff.