Downturn in unrealities progress

Fine evening last night, when a -insert appropriate collective term here- of goths bimbled off to Nemesis (after a very interesting conversation with Paul the Aussie about the wonderful nature of French Cinema... must try and remember some of the films he mentioned...) The film was, well, it's not going to win any oscars, but it was a good laugh, stupidly so in some parts. I could ramble on about character portrial, superdroids, Dark City clothing ripoffs and how about I'd like to steal the costumes of the bad guys, but in the end it was a good laugh.
And free chocolate too! Which some foolish person had left behind after the film... that didn't last.
But then the popcorn fights and the random bibbling afterwards about sugar, magnetic penguin fridge magnets/thermometers, drugs and the causes of sugar requirement and well, actually a lot about sugar really, was all a good laugh so huzah, and hope to do it again soon.
Also hampsterboy must burn in hell for the heinous crime of wasting chocolate!

Life times and false accomplishments

Need to go out more, it's more creative, need to escape the false sense of progress and achievement from the unreal world of the online. This week has been pretty apricot (But not banana yet, so no worries there) all in all, diverting myself away from the cocaine like addiction of Everquest in order to get real things done in the real world, as opposed to unreal things in the unreal world.

What I think I've remembered this week is that EQ, like RP, is a pastime but not a landmark for any kind of personal self-achievement that really matters insomuch of itself, rather the experiences may be, but not the numbers and things maimed. Hrumph. What that blather vaguely is meant to relate to is the need I have to try and achieve or do something useful (hmmm, originally typed 'useless' there, which would admittedly be a more realistic goal, but very telling I subconsciously typed that... ah diversion, my old friend - leaving my original point far behind once more as the sentence rambles on without any general kind of sense or meaning beyond causing me further headaches when I attempt to derail myself back to where I was originally was several massive sentences (Must. Use. Fullstops.) later... hmmm, anyway...)

Where was I? Oh yes, some kind of personal achievement, which I keep telling myself is my goal for every day - or at least do something that categorises as useful (even if it's something pretty mundane like cleaning the house) every day, this was something to try and escape the trap of the online gaming world in a way or just to try and do something rather than change my pseudo representation by a couple of bytes here and there.

Anyway, what I was vaguely heading towards was that life experiences, such as the amusing popcorn and sugar related incidents of yesterday classify themselves as worthwhile progress (yes it was fun, etc etc, but did I do something useful with my life - beware brackets again - Que. derailing) in the fun filled action packed story that is my life. Well, why the hell not, it's certainly a memorable evening of a good time so doesn't that qualify? Even if I didn't slay several dozen more beasties of thingy from the evil pit of wherever, it doesn't matter.

If I had a point here somewhere I think it was lost in the channel surfing of diversifying up there somewhere, or I've possibly realised it and decided not to go over it all over again so that I don't further confuse myself. HA! Fullstop, that is at least something. Must restrain myself from using commas, for they are evil and hide under your bed chanting sinister spells that suck you into typing endless paragraphs of utter insanity.

Hmmm, evil spells - reminds me (or at least gives me an excuse - hang on, brackets, the commas best friend… noooo!) of something that came up in a meeting this morning over company policies and ideas. Basically one of the engineers mentioned that studies had been published in some engineering journal that willpower (or concentration or expectation of a result) effects the result itself, to the point that a standard test's output will be effected. This brought the suggestion that some kind of new department should be set up in the company to chant voodoo rituals about a rival companies products (blooooow up, bloooooow up) to induce them to explode/fail, and indeed this was suggested as a reason for a recent failure of one of our products and that in fact a lead competitor was dabbling in Haiti styled religious jinxing in order to further their own products market-share. This could lead to a new boom in the way that companies work, and sort of reminds me of the karma war story between two companies in Hong Kong - but that’s another story. Anyway, if all else fails you can get yourself a combination (real) penguin fridge magnet and thermometer and everything should be alright.

Stay tuned - next week we're looking to see if companies should invest in Lovecraft rituals to stave off the powers of the Elder gods.

Buy one line, get one free!

Addictions, that's something else too you know - creativity I've just realised is an addiction for me, even my last post which I felt was a fairly reasonable ramble (for me) in the good spirit of my key bimbles about, well, usually nothing whatsoever - but the whole experience of actually writing it all is tremendously rewarding, it's a good buzz typing stuff away in the knowledge that in the end I've got something possibly readable and maybe even amusing, hmmm, maybe that’s what it is instead - amusement or the potential to cause it; I do like making people laugh but being a comedian I can't quite see. But although it might be fun I'm not sure I'd be able to provide enough material to do anything worthwhile, if I could be a comedian I think I'd like to be like the very great Eddy Izzard - as anyone who can make an audience laugh by repeating the phrase "covered in jam" gets great respect from me.

Orange squash - that’s something else, dangerously addictive - well for me anyway. I drink gallons of the stuff, I should have it bulk delivered to my house by a big squash pipeline. One type of squash I know I'm addicted to, I drink a cup, finish it almost immediately and I have to have another, a bottle rarely lasts me two days (that’s some hard drinkin') the squash in question being the very exceedingly nice Robinson's High Juice - I highly recommend it, but with extreme caution as it is the orange squash equivalent of raw cut cocaine. The other culprit is Del Monte's Capri Sun and that’s not just for the wierdass packaging deal, I mean who decided to ship them in those weird silver pouchy things? Yes you have immediate product identification, but damn they're weird. Sorta like… some kind of space squash container created by aliens who have finally worked out the best way to spread their insideous influence across the world to key members - by using controller chips in Capri Sun packets.

Time for more Robinson's I think…

Taxi

The spinner-taxi will be picking up the mad german first at around 6:30-7:00 then heading for Andy's, people who are getting a lift with me, meet me there - unless you want a pickup somewhere else (easy to find!) let me know...