falsified by conventional morals
- I’m still alive. I think, anyway.
- I saved my pennies and now have new teeny red Dell so I can actually do internetting, typing and shtuff.
- I currently have the focus of a gnat, on a really bad LSD trip (gnats are terrible little stoners you know).
- Keeping the insect theme I feel sort of like a daddy long legs that’s having its legs pulled in different directions by some malevolent child. I’m hoping no bits of me fall off or get shoved in someone’s lunchbox.
- All sorts of things are in my head that need to be got rid of before I can be reasonably coherent here. Note reasonably. I wouldn’t want to be too coherent lest you think I had been replaced by reptilian aliens or something.
- Although I suppose I might already have been, and I just don’t know that I am. Not that I can see much point doing so, and would no doubt be a bit of a disappointment to all the conspiracy theorists.
- My spam commentors are getting much more philosophical it has to be said. It took a visit to a faux-pharma site to confirm that the last one really was a spammer and not a rogue philosopher. And there must be some of those lurking about, what the devil else do all those people with philosophy degrees do?
- Also I do wonder how much time the people who sell all these pretend penis stiffening herbal remedies spend on audience research. A site that boasts Faux Cadeux does not really instill great confidence-so even your boxes are fake. How do you fake a box? Is it really only an imaginary box? Or is it infact a bag breathing in?
- I have seen so much Thomas the Tank Engine the television series in the past fortnight that I am now dreaming in Michael Angelis’s voice. A dour scouse narration of spikey worms overthrowing the government is one thing, but frankly it really doesn’t add anything to some of the more personal nocturnal meanderings of my brain.
- Rekorderlig is the first alcoholic drink I have had that actually tastes attractive without having to pretend to be ice cream or something (a la the girliest of cocktails). Lager tastes like I imagine pee would, beer tastes like ill person’s pee probably does, mild tastes I think like the pee of someone who should have died three months ago, stout is the inside of the stomach of the person who imbibed all that pee, wine tastes like tea mixed with fruit juice whilst alco-pops and most spirits taste like nail varnish remover. Any previous meetings I have had with cider have tasted like something that only people with no tongue would drink. This actually tastes quite attractive. I won’t be taking up being an actual drinker, but at least I know there’s something that isn’t totally vile.
- This random entry ends just about, here.
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Yay, you’re back! And I have 3 months to (sort of) play with, in which any journalistic experience I can possibly lay my hands on is a definitive yes please, so I can come and see you and get that piece rolling.
Regarding alcohol, I think there’s a general age progression which goes alcopop, cider, beer, spirits, wine, whiskey. I vehemently only drink wine or spirits, after the formative years of: “Oooh, what is this brightly coloured liquid. Oooh, it tastes like washing powder flavoured with bubble gum. Oooh never mind, maybe I’ll have a couple more of them and I might forget I’m in the middle of a sexual/emotional identity crisis. Oops, I haven’t forgotten, just tripped over a kerb and snogged the son and heir of the Dumbnuts family.” Fully agree with you about beer and its relatives, it is vile.
Now I will drink just about anything, lager if it’s very cold and I’m in the mood, beer must be just the right sort (a honeyed golden ale is lovely in the middle of winter, tucked in a pub with a log fire burning), and cider on a hot summer’s day. I’d seen that Rekorderlig was in the shops but am yet to try it (so far I have been sticking to Bulmers and Magners Light – which fits in with my diet). On your recommendation I shall go and buy some.
All the above, of course, would be a scenario if I were actually in the mood for a drink, and apart from my birthday, the last seven months has seen me very rarely in such a mood (twice, I think I can count).
My spammers are the same… there are some very odd comments appearing on my site at the moment which Spam Karma is swallowing rapidly… (there’s a smutty comment in there but I just can’t be bothered). Either that or most of them seem to come up with the most random combination of words; I think that the Rowntrees people have been using spam posts on blogs as inspiration for their new Randoms adverts…
I preferred Ringo.