Archive for January, 2004

Eat my addage

Wednesday, January 7th, 2004

It’s like I blinked and forgot to update the site for an eon, I have no excuse, I am sure you wouldn’t care if I did. Lets just pretend that a giant watermelon ate the last month of my life and that the next century or two will be coated in giant black watermelon droplets.

I came back from Brisbane, defeated the odds and failed to come to a sudden and explosive end at the cliff face of a heavily clouded mountain. But not all is lost, I also managed to make absolutely nothing of the 4 days spent parading around Brisbane toting my knowledge of Citrix and its various capabilities. Oh, if only I didn’t have a mind like a sieve.

Then there was Xmas, drunken shenanigans were enjoyed by all, litres of noxious fluid were consumed, livers were damaged, brain cells were tormented with verbal excrement, fortunately we managed to avoid the demon of all parties, the Karaoke bar.

New Years was uneventful, the call of work standing over me, I was forced to remain entirely sober, I like being designated driver. There was a brief spout of aimless flailing under the sporadic flickering of coloured lights, as usual, people looked, pointed and laughed hysterically before I called upon Ra the god of war to smite them.

Now, life is back in full swing, my short-lived and frequently interrupted holiday has broken away and I am left with the empty shell that is everyday life.

Things that have infiltrated my life recently; Prince of Persia, Need for Speed, Call of Duty, pornography, so much for the watermelon.

The Small Chunks Taste the BEST!

Monday, January 5th, 2004

I am having a terrible time trying to concentrate on any one thing. I spend a moment divulging my soul onto the written page, and then tear it up in disgust. I lust for a mental challenge; my mind desires the mortal combat that is rhetoric, study, conversation, anything to keep me from thinking of empty nothingness, discarding each moment as a wasted instant.

Moments ago I wrote the first two paragraphs to what could have been the greatest short story every written (by me) because of my present state of mind, I quickly lost interest. Moments prior I had drawn the first two strokes of a painting that could have easily been the most insightful work ever constructed (by me) without a moments hesitation, I wiped all knowledge of those strokes from existence, erasing the time they took to construct from the few decades I have left of my life.

Yesterday I sat down with the full intent of watching Lara Crofts most recent film, I use the word film in the same way that it is used in the phrase “erotic film,” film is merely a description of the media instead of an insinuation of quality. I quite seriously couldn’t sit through the entire thing, this is not normally my nature.

I became so utterly frustrated with the fallacious depiction of interference across digital transmissions that I turned it off and went to have a shower. I promise I am not usually so anal about these things, I think it is the heat.

I have decided that I should write short stories, it’s something to do. I don’t know what else to do with the time I have. There is no sport, for sport starts in three days. There is no work for work starts in over 24 hours. There are no movies, because movies are far too frustrating, there is no television, I hate television.

I am amazingly thirsty, I know my stomach is entirely full with water, yet somehow I find myself longing after the precious clear fluid which cleanses the kidneys, save me from self imposed Chinese water torture.

I hate my new keyboard, I should have bought for quality, I am impoverished.

Spite me and I shall spite thee right back, congratulate me and a kiss will find its place upon your leaning cheek.

Fate.