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October 10 Been awhileI remember the old days when I liked msn spaces ... before the dark times ... before the empire when all was fresh and I was new and life didn't quite suck as much as it does now that microsoft has to fiddle with the exact same things day in and day out with no end in sight just to annoy those who use their products.
I must admit, being of a tainted ilk is a funny place to be given that I was once very happy to play games and surf the net and now I look at the computer with loathing and hatred with no pangs or desires to hook up online and as far as games go ... even final fantasy 12 doesn't get played, now days I read, watch discovery science and take very long drives hoping that a magic door will open up and I would rediscover the old me that liked to play and have the same ammount of fun that I used to.
My web friends must hate me ... I'm sure, with this attitude of mine towards electronica blah spilling over into my online social skills and I can only hope that they realise that I will be back one day full on and ready to go at it again as soon as I centre my inner demons and find peace and harmony and all that rubbish. lol
The fact that my future is up in the air and where am I going to be next year remaining an elusive dream doesn't make things any easier ... the housing market isn't easy to break into a second time and I am still feel apprehensive.
I only hope that when all is said and done that I never grow into one of those old cranky dudes that you see walking the streets at night talking to themselves because they have no friends.
*cries*
August 02 Harder than fictionIt has been ages since I've really been online, you can thank Final Fantasy XII for that one, sucking up every waking hour of my life till I can't remember when I last came here or spoke to friends on the net via MSN which is a pity because it's proof positive that I'm hopeless at dividing my attentions.
Oddly enough, I did try a few times to log back into here but thanks to microsofts eternal tinkerings, it was once more rendered totally useless yet again.
I remember in the old days before LIVE came out when everything worked all the time without problems.
I am trying to reach a friend of mine on MSN as I chat now and unsure if there's some problem or maybe she went on holiday or who knows ... maybe she just got tired of waiting for me to finish my games and left me.
*sigh*
There's a thought ... Man plays himself into social videogame death.
Oh well - if you are reading this my friend - am wishing you the best ... will catch up soon I hope ...
bye friends. July 07 Typhoid maryTyphoid mary was a cook in the USA some 100+ years ago who was told that she was an infectious carrier of typhoid yet despite the warnings and sanctions to have her isolated, she carried on as a cook knowing full well that she was diseased but not really giving a damn.
When she was isolated by force, she escaped from said isolation and changed her name untill she was once again sanctioned an forced into isolation where she promptly cared for some of the other people in the hospital thus spreading her filthy plague further. She was a killer and despite rumours that she was a saintly and caring woman ... these were all just that ... a steamy load of rancid, typhoid infected kaka.
I have a friend like this, an infectious, disease carrying friend who saw fit to infect me with the flu ... 3 damn days before I have to return to work ... 3 damn days which means that soon, I'll be forced to spread the disease myself to everyone i know.
Oddly enough, it was her partner that tried to convince me that typhoid mary was a really nice woman who throughly didn't deserve the bullet in the head that I would have given her had i been there 100 years ago.
I am riddled with nightmares of the modern day equivilant asking for a ride to her friends party ... *coff coff* went she.
Did I get a warning as her sneeze sprayed mist on my arm ?
Nope, typhoid mary rides again.
Curses. July 05 Only fools and horsesThe tribal wisdom of the Dakota Indians, passed down from generation to generation, says that when you discover that you are riding a dead horse, the best strategy is to dismount In the "Public Services", however, a range of far more advanced strategies are often employed, such as: 1. Change riders. 2. Buy a stronger whip. 3. Do nothing: "This is the way we have always ridden dead Horses". 4. Visit other countries to see how they ride dead horses. 5. Perform a productivity study to see if lighter riders improve the dead horse's performance. 6. Hire a contractor to ride the dead horse 7. Harness several dead horses together in an attempt to increase the speed 8. Provide additional funding and/or training to increase the dead horse's performance. 9. Appoint a committee to study the horse and assess how dead it actually is. 10. Re-classify the dead horse as "living-impaired". 11. Develop a Strategic Plan for the management of dead horses. 12. Rewrite the expected performance requirements for all horses. 13. Modify existing standards to include dead horses. 14. Declare that, as the dead horse does not have to be fed, it is less costly, carries lower overheads, and therefore contributes substantially more to the bottom line that many other horses. 15. Promote the dead horse to a supervisory position. July 01 crazy.It was the beginning of the last week of high school and two thirds of us didn't bother to even show up knowing that the first period was an unsupervised study and that was the last thing that happened.
We started talking about a new cartoon on the idiot box and laughed, joked, played the fool and flirted.
Suddenly, music filled the air ... one of the girls had tunes and the tunes had the beat and we all cheered in a semi-loud but reasonable way.
Some guy who we called "london", as was his surname, got up on the teachers desk and started to shake his booty about and it wasn't long before the rest of us joined him - sadly, only four guys in all.
The girls sat and cheered us on as we let ourselves fall into the zone and alan was the first to tear his shirt off.
Despite the white, pasty skin, the audience went ape shit and the remaining three of us soon followed his lead.
Rubbing, swinging our hips about and jumping about like fools had the girls get up and start their acts of simulated excitement.
On of them came up to me and undid my buckle and it wasn't more than a minute before the remaing five girls had the belts off the other three guys.
We were chuffed and all smiles and slowly undid our zips.
Screams and squeels of joy erupted from the floor as our pants dropped and we danced in our undies - happy to be alive.
The temptation was there to go on, alas - we did not.
The music ended ...
laughs turned into giggles ...
quasi nudity turned into full dress again.
Why did it happen ?
Why did we do this outragous thing ?
Because we were kids ...
we were young ...
we were free ...
and above all else ...
we knew we would never have the chance to ever do it again and if we did, it would never be the same.
The memories live on in all of us I hope, those that were there that day.
Reading my previous entry made the memories come back because if that happened today - we would all have been arrested and jailed for sure.
Bottom line is though that kids are going to do wild and crazy stuff and adults have no part in that except to temper our common sense as kids so that we know where the line is drawn and when to quit and call it a day.
Kids do not learn to kill from games and movies if they are taught where life starts and fantasy and escapisim end.
Kids will not go out and get pregnant if they know where love is and how to define the boundries and to be responsible.
Kids become adults ... kids will one day have sex if you like it or not and if you try to stop it ... it is only you that will live in the dream that your kid is pure as they go into the park bushes and back seats of cars and dark and dangerous alleys at night to fulfill their natural desires and that dream will be shattered when it all goes wrong.
So - if you are an adult with kids - let them know you understand - tell them that if they must do it ... those things that you don't want them to do ... to do it in safety at home ... be an adult and leave knowing that you have faith in the education you provided to them and show them that faith and trust.
Take them to a doctor of their same sex for a chat and leave the room so your kid can ask what they must in privacy.
Show them the way instead of letting them end up as a story in the paper about a murdered or raped teen and if they get it wrong ... show them how they got it wrong without screaming at them and then help them and support them any way that you can.
If they are gay, try to understand them even if you disagree because they would have been very afraid to tell you but did so because they respected you and your dissaproval would change nothing and would only drive them away.
There is no crime on this earth than casting out a child for no other reason than them having an opinion of their own and make their own choices.
It's called freedom.
It's called democracy.
It's called the right to live. June 29 a farewellMy parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always
around in my early years but less and less as time passed by. Today I read his obituary. Please join me for a moment of silence in remembrance. For Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations. Obituary by an Unknown Admirer Common Sense Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion or was contemplating suicide. Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't legally defend yourself from a burglar in your own home from an armed criminal and the burglar can sue you for assault should you defend yourself or your dog bite him or even if they fell over themselves in the dark or tripped down a loose step. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement ... and the day that video games were blamed for all the evils in the world because things like murder, rape and vandalisim didn't exist in this world before they arrived to corrupt our obviously innocent and well manored children turning them into vicious criminals and thugs despite movies being blamed for the same thing before games and rock and roll music before that and books before the radio and ancient manuscripts before the books. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing. June 21 The truthJust what is the truth ?
Is it what is right for us ... or something that everybody thinks is right ... or some tosser that goes around on my mates spaces leaving their verbal poop everywhere ?
In fact, the real truth is whatever we want it to be because like time refraction, it is completly subjective to the observer.
What may be true to you may not be someone elses truth and therein lays the problem of communication by asking not what is the truth but instead of how do we convey our perceptions of what is true to us to another individual so that they understand our way of viewing the world around us.
Case in point, I know a girl that is mind numbingly shallow and self centered who is in the position of thinking that she is the centre of the universe ... that is true to her from her perspective.
To me, she is an egotistical butt pain that is about as deep as a teaspoon and this is simply catered to by her mother.
But you see, it is only and ever will be, a personal view but in itself, it lays true to me.
So, to summise - be what you want to be - believe what you like ... everyone else does, and that's the truth.
Laters kids. June 20 winter of our discontentYay !
Winter is finally here, the season for lovers and in the case of men, it's the season of the favourite item of clothing.
Lovers in the sense that nobody likes to cuddle in the summer when it's all hot and muggy ...
(although hot, sweaty sex can be fun on ocassion)
... and as far as us men go, we get to pull our long loved ones out of the draw to enjoy on a cold, wintery night.
No, not the inflatable dolly - the winter woolies !
I myself have a trackydak top that is getting onto 12 years old.
It's stretched, full of holes, starting to get thin to the point that I have to wonder if it's actually making me warmer or not and above all else, although very clean - it's looks kinda gross and disgusting but not in a foul, stained, ickky way.
To make a point, I once sat late one evening just 2 winters ago in a park on a park bench by the river eating my kentucky fried chicken meal and washing it down with my pepsi whilst wearing this very top.
Now I have a very bad habit which goes along the lines of after I have eaten a hefty meal, I like to snooze and with a very full belly, I did just that as I sat upright on the bench, arms crossed, the novel I had been reading, "The white dragon" by anne macafferty, lay fitfully closed beside me and I was at peace ... almost.
Come just a few minutes later and there was a hand on my shoulder.
An old guy and a young, pretty thing were standing in front of me.
Cops ? I wondered.
No, worse ... Salvos.
There was food next to me - and a cuppa soup and a pair of great big ahhhh, warm smiles from the old guy and young chickybabe.
W..w..what ... oh...gidday, ummm ...
*looks blankly at them in turn*
" Easy son, we didn't mean to startle you, how are you tonight, we have some food for you here if you like."
*blinks at each in turn*
I've just had some KFC here - as you can see
*gestures towards box*
" Yes, we saw, but this is good, FRESH food, don't you want some" ?
The girl smiles broadly and nods looking at me eagerly and I wonder if maybe I should have shaved at some stage during my week long holiday... I was a tad scruffy but I was wearing a pierre cardin watch and wearing pierre cardin colonge and deoderant - I smelled bloody fantastic thankyou very much and had only showered a couple of hours before and brushed my teeth and used whitener ... god damn it - I was wearing near new nike runners !
Sure I was scruffy, but in a hot, sexy kinda way and he thought I had eaten out of the damn bin ???
You can't whack a salvo - god will get you for it if you try and besides, they really do care and do a damn good job, despite the insult I was feeling.
I explained my side of the story but they thought I was too proud to admit the truth, I told them I was being honest - this was my fav top is all and I hate shaving on my time off when I don't have to.
He still didn't believe me and now she had sat beside me with her arm on my shoulder in a sympathetic way.
I turned to her and asked her to be honest ...
"Do I smell like a bum" ? I asked.
She sniffed gingerly and then came much closer the second time to repeat the action as I smiled knowingly.
Knowingly because all the girls love pierre cardin, despite it being a scent aimed at the oldies.
Yep - sex on legs.
I pulled out my car keys, hit the unlock button and told them they were doing a great job, keep it up.
So next time you see a guy in a tatty shirt or footy jersey - full of holes and saggy from stretched fabric - he might be just like any other guy out there keeping things that his mother would have thrown away.
Don't believe me - even john travolta with his multimillions confessed to oprah that he sleeps in a 9 year old stretched tshirt full of holes (and nothing else).
Ask any man you know - we all do it ... have that one daggy item we are attached to.
Later friends.
June 07 Dear allison stokkeDear allison,
Thankyou for your recent email regarding the pics I have of you on my space.
I understand that you would be upset by the attention you are getting for the reasons that you gave me and I apologise for thinking it was for commercial gains.
No doubt, I too would be slightly peeved and more than a little miffed if all of my so called friends were selling personal pics of me and hope that you find some better ones soon.
I did not purchase any of your pics and indeed, did not think to have you yourself contact me over their publishing to msn spaces - something that very few people take seriously mostly because uncle bill is a loser no matter how much money he has.
You asked me very nicely to remove them, and I have thought about it and felt that seeing you were not a turkey like most other girls I know ... (the ones that steal my food out of my fridge )
I have agreed to off them all - despite the fact that you have pulled in so very many hits for me ... thankyou for that. :)
Needless to say - as pretty as you are, I can't see the fuss myself and hope that you get your wish of obscurity asap.
Take care.
signed - runmaster.
ps : toodles FoamyRecently, I saw something disturbing, a new trend which we all seem to be totally unaware of and it took comedy to show it to me.
I won't go into who foamy is, you either know of him or you don't but he is very wise and poignant.
He noticed that asian comedians would often take the piss out of both asians and white people and african comedy often took the mickey out of both whites and other africans, often playing the sides up against each other in exagerated sterotyping to get the comedy laughs.
It was then pointed out that gay people were in the same boat where they could laugh and joke at straight and gay people but us poor old white folk couldn't make fun of anybody but us white folk with the possible exception of the irish.
Before you get up in arms about that last comment - I'm part irish amongst many other things ... which seems by natural law to give me the right to mock and scoff as I very well please thankyou very much.
See - you just accepted that as a good excuse, didn't you ?
If I was a female, I'd be able to joke about girl issues and not seem insensitive ... if I was a gay female, I could jape about lesbians and gay guys as well as straight ones because it's well known that girls can talk about boys ... if I was a fat lesbian, I could throw in some jokes about fat people and truckers too ... but if I was a fat female lesbian that was half asian and half african ... then I could say anything at all and not worry about the consequences at all.
See how well that works ?
And you were worried.
Later friends.
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