Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, March 05, 2009
What to do when the man is the idiot
Smile and nod!
Take you paycheck - God - please don't forget to take your paycheck otherwise you are probably the idiot!
Go home!
Enjoy the short time you have - 5 days a week - to yourself!
Do who and what you want on the weekend!
Stop and smell the roses
TELL THE IDIOT that he is an idiot as often as possible as cleverly as you can and watch his confussion with a smile!
Thank God for the idiots who almost certainly pay your ridiculous wage!
Take you paycheck - God - please don't forget to take your paycheck otherwise you are probably the idiot!
Go home!
Enjoy the short time you have - 5 days a week - to yourself!
Do who and what you want on the weekend!
Stop and smell the roses
TELL THE IDIOT that he is an idiot as often as possible as cleverly as you can and watch his confussion with a smile!
Thank God for the idiots who almost certainly pay your ridiculous wage!
Monday, March 02, 2009
Stuff
Recently having found myself at the business end of a burglary - I have begun to ask myself what is all this stuff really all about? This Thursday - on returning home from a long day in the office I found myself considerably lighter in the electronics department. Currently I am down a number of PlayStation titles, a PS3, a Nikon D80 camera, a top line laptop, a tag heuer watch, and a gold ring my mum gave my dad for his 21st.
Pisser - but life goes on - I am trying to write something funny about all of this - but last night I watched the sun set and thought how nice it would be to take a photo of it with my lovely ..... PISSER!!!!
I suspect the Belgians - the smell of waffle was in the air and the surfaces were sticky as if touched by a syrup ed hand!
Pisser - but life goes on - I am trying to write something funny about all of this - but last night I watched the sun set and thought how nice it would be to take a photo of it with my lovely ..... PISSER!!!!
I suspect the Belgians - the smell of waffle was in the air and the surfaces were sticky as if touched by a syrup ed hand!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Another day another dollar
Souless money today replaced a day of grey possibilities. The snow and cold of last week have now cleared leaving only a corporate chill that takes everything with it.
The mindless monotony of the last two days leaves me with no option but to scream and head for the door - 29 minutes to freedom - 29 minutes to the road - 29 minutes....... ETERNITY!
The mindless monotony of the last two days leaves me with no option but to scream and head for the door - 29 minutes to freedom - 29 minutes to the road - 29 minutes....... ETERNITY!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Another late submission
So good followers, thanks to my trusty new plugin I know you to be thin on the ground, I find myself once agian in front of a machine adding to this most strange collection of lines. This time we find ourselves in the year 2009. This horrible cycle continues this revolution marking the beginning of my thirties! Yes the mean, vicious wheel is still spinning. Although things are certainly changing. But is that change wanted?
This last, newly completed revolution brought with it many changes. Amoungst them a strange thinning of the bonce fluff. Yes I am developing a thining circle of hair at the back - another sign that I should perhaps put more effort into religious works. After all monks do have rather fetching headgear for people in my predicament. Yes that is right the buub is going to almost certainly be a fat, hairy, bald man - perhaps the sadest of sad old men.
Thankfully, while the above prediciment would suggest that you found your trusty author in a rather black mood. On the contrary good followers, I am upbeat! As the last spokes passed the central point last year I was re-aquanted with a great, long neglected love. This love, whose name dare not be spoken around youthful beauty for fear of reproach from those lovely lips, has re-invigorated this aeging frame. All tjomgs piscatorial scream loudly from my head! It slipped out I swear.....
Works continues ad-nauseum. The idiocy of man now firmly rooted in machine. Our great vanity of control prooved foley by our inability to master a simple system of controls. There you go Da, finally a workable example of what I do - in lay men's terms.
So now I, a respectable and contributing member of this sinking ship, am taking some time out from the doom and gloom of daily grind to mark the interweb with these ramblings and to let you all know that I have been re-invigorated by the challenge of another. Your poe tree and gentle facebook reproach have rekindled my passion to chronical. To you I can only offer my eternal thanks for the gentle kicking and reminder that my art should not suffer.
Let this diatribe continue and thrive with a regularity not seen in previous cycles. This is my challenge to myself!
It is obtainable!
Anything is possible!
I mean anything must be possible, if this great Kingdom can be, and is being run by a cruel, unelected, dictatorial tyrant. Previously publicly likened to Stalin and more directly responsible for the current woes than any other inhabitant of this island. He sits a stride a government out of touch with its peoples and prescribes remedies to solve problems that he did not, apparently, create whilst presiding over the departments now currently held responsible.
I want to drink on the tubes!
IATB
This last, newly completed revolution brought with it many changes. Amoungst them a strange thinning of the bonce fluff. Yes I am developing a thining circle of hair at the back - another sign that I should perhaps put more effort into religious works. After all monks do have rather fetching headgear for people in my predicament. Yes that is right the buub is going to almost certainly be a fat, hairy, bald man - perhaps the sadest of sad old men.
Thankfully, while the above prediciment would suggest that you found your trusty author in a rather black mood. On the contrary good followers, I am upbeat! As the last spokes passed the central point last year I was re-aquanted with a great, long neglected love. This love, whose name dare not be spoken around youthful beauty for fear of reproach from those lovely lips, has re-invigorated this aeging frame. All tjomgs piscatorial scream loudly from my head! It slipped out I swear.....
Works continues ad-nauseum. The idiocy of man now firmly rooted in machine. Our great vanity of control prooved foley by our inability to master a simple system of controls. There you go Da, finally a workable example of what I do - in lay men's terms.
So now I, a respectable and contributing member of this sinking ship, am taking some time out from the doom and gloom of daily grind to mark the interweb with these ramblings and to let you all know that I have been re-invigorated by the challenge of another. Your poe tree and gentle facebook reproach have rekindled my passion to chronical. To you I can only offer my eternal thanks for the gentle kicking and reminder that my art should not suffer.
Let this diatribe continue and thrive with a regularity not seen in previous cycles. This is my challenge to myself!
It is obtainable!
Anything is possible!
I mean anything must be possible, if this great Kingdom can be, and is being run by a cruel, unelected, dictatorial tyrant. Previously publicly likened to Stalin and more directly responsible for the current woes than any other inhabitant of this island. He sits a stride a government out of touch with its peoples and prescribes remedies to solve problems that he did not, apparently, create whilst presiding over the departments now currently held responsible.
I want to drink on the tubes!
IATB
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