Much to my own glee, I am finally able to update this dusty litle slice of internet nonsense. Here I come, back but not in black. Why? Because you’d have to be made to wear any dark colours during an Australian summer but I digress.
Yes, so after much contemplation, procrasination and lamentation, all to do with my future course of action, I am back with another spontaenous and haphazard blog post about a topic that I didn’t think I would be writing about for quite some time: Love.
Although I have only been single for a couple of months now (Or at least I think it’s a couple, or a few at the very least. I am not entirely sure, I haven’t exactly been keeping count.) and have been enjoying the good company, drink and ‘benefits’ of the single life, my inner romantic has been crying out across the seas after some interaction with some lovely ladies from across the pond. You can’t believe how lucky I am to be able to collaborate with and chat to such lovely people but most of it makes me realise just what kind of fun I have been missing out on in my life.
And that is a quirky, artistic yet fiscally conversative EuroCutie with an awesome sense of fashion!
Unfortunately it’s only a dream at this point. Being stuck on a giant sunburnt island sort of makes travelling to said cuties a bit difficult for me. But hey, maybe the allure and the legends of the Great Southern Land will lead them here to me instead.
Not that it should be considered as such, since everyone, their mothers and their dogs seemed to know about this one particular feature. But you know that thing that you can do with your phone on SnapChat? The one where you’re taking an ordinairy selfie only to have your recently captured picture self spewing rainbows? Well, yeah. That’s a thing. I only found out about this a week ago at a party.
“But Dandy, ya numbskull!” You wail, gork and snort. “This feature has been present in SnapChat for AGES! How could you only find out about it now?”
And that’s a darn good question, Mr/Mrs/Ms. Disembodied Voice over the Internet! But the answer is the real kicker.
It’s one word. ‘iOS7’
… well, that’s not really a word. More like an acronym. But yeah, you get what I mean.
I will admit that I am a busy man. Between trying to get Twitter famous, playing unhealthy amounts of Counter Strike and making stupid chiptune on my decrepit four year old MacBook, I haven’t really had a whole lotta time to be writing the blog posts.
So right now, while I’m in the mood, I’d like to take this chance to just sit down and catch up.
So yeah, 2016. Doesn’t feel like it’s gonna be all that different to 2015 but I’m sure you’ve seen enough of those ‘Everything is still trash’ jokes to last you for the rest of the eventual Nuclear Winter or Robot Insurrection that’ll take place in 2018. Also, nanomachines. Those will be a thing. Relax guys and gals, I know all this for a fact. Metal Gear Rising told me all about it.
But all credible predictions of future events taken from video games aside, I don’t think I will be doing anything too different to last year. At least not for the first half of it. I still gotta search for my second trial of work placement for the third year of my college course. This’ll be the home stretch and after this, I’ll be taking a break from studying for a good few months. This will be an amazing time to get back in tune with what I love doing, like talking over video games while I play them with either friends or filmed in front of a live studio audience … or YouTube. YouTube will also be good. But that brings me to another issue that I face and that issue starts with a capital M.
Money. Money is what I want. Money is what I ain’t got. Money is what I need. Money is what sets me free. I don’t got money but I certainly got love. Love love love, love is what I got.
Money is a big problem. You see, I’m a couple decades old now and apart form my few hundred hours of work experience done through college AND my countless days spent volunteering, I have yet to actually work a paying job. i don’t know what it is about volunteer work. It’s basically the same as work, except I just don’t get paid. And that’s not an issue in the slightest, I love working for no pay. But with upcoming expenditures for things like a replacement mobile phone, new desktop computer and video and audio recording hardware, I’m going to be needing a steady flow of cash. Also, gas money. Thank the ancient astronauts that built my car for putting a four cylinder in it. Although I’m still bitter that it’s not fusion powered … And that it doesn’t fire ionised particle beams from the rear to dissuade tailgaters.
Oh, you might’ve noticed that I’ve written a lot more than usual. Yeah, that’s partially thanks to this scissor switch keyboard that I managed to find. I think I bought this thing back in my early high school years and used it for MSN Messenger on the Xbox 360.
Hey, we only had one computer in the house and I wasn’t allowed on it. Leave me alone.
But all jokes aside, it’s great! There’s something about a nice heavy and clunky keyboard that reminds me of the old mechanical Apple Desktop Bus ones. Those things rocked so hard, even though they didn’t have those ‘clicky’ keys. Oh how I wish ADB could be converted to USB without a bunch of electrical engineering tier tinkering. That way, I could mash those weighty keys with my hand sanitiser cleansed fingers while I type up another storm like this one. Or write haikus. Those things are mad cool. Look, I’ll show you. Here’s one I wrote a few days ago:
I shall take flight now,
Like the brilliant falcon,
I endure the rain.
original poem do not steal
Anyways, I am going to leave you all to it. I hope you all have a wonderful week. I really should bring myself up to speed on what my fellow bloggers have been up to. I haven’t had a chance to trawl through the seemingly bugged Reader on WordPress. The one that keeps showing me the same blog entries over and over again, even after flicking a page over. Someone really should look into that. Or maybe the fault is on my end …
It’s that time of year Down Under. The warmer days suddenly depart without even leaving a letter of warning and before you can say “Wish I packed my turtleneck ….”, you’re struck by the sheer coldness of a ‘wet season’ morning. It’s enough to make one gingerly grasp onto each arm in a futile attempt to maintain a consistent body temperature and say “Yowza, this weather’s gone bowser.”
Bowsers aside, this particular shade of weather also brings with it the cloud of metaphorical pestilence that is the quite physical and very much bacterial common cold. Your nose starts dripping like a leaky faucet, your sinuses feel like they’ve been inflated with a substance that can only be described as ‘hurting’ and your ears cave in on themselves like an unstable Dig Dug arena.
So you can imagine how much of a Hurculean effort it was to drag myself to class on one of the coldest days to ever beat my body into a merciless temperature based submission. My flu ridden hide staggered all over the place in an attempt to actually make it from the bus, across a street and to my class without either falling flat on my puffy red face or being picked up by the police on the count of looking like a druggo. It got even worse when it came time to try and interact with my fellow classmates. Most of them simply told me to just go home. And Jesus tap dancing Christ, I wished those poor suckers luck on trying to understand even 50% of the shit that came out of my mouth. My voice was so nasally and quiet that it felt like someone had jammed a shotgun suppressor into my mouth.
Yes, I know that wasn’t a good analogy. I regret nothing.
If you’re suffering from a cold, or anything else that is affecting your ability to make it to your painstakingly arbitrary lecture, I wish you luck. And maybe a lossange or two. You’re going to need those.
I’m afraid I am going to have to be lighting quick with how swiftly I get this post out before my ride arrives so I’ll make like a Bugatti Veyron and do 0 to 60 in 3 seconds.
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What had initially started as a haphazard and rather addictive way to try and pass the time within class (You know, that very thing that’s trying to beat the creativity out of you.) had evolved into a hobby that I just cannot put down for the life of me. Whenever I get a powerful feeling or an intense surge of creativity that I can’t express in music or photographic form, it usually goes down as poetry.
I mean check this out :
Gaze fixed upon the white light
Bombarded by the gamma waves
Hands tapping to no consistent rhythm
Blackened keys smudged by the touch
A barren mind typing down every word
Any expression to drift past the void
Fingers assaulting the glossy black
To cry out, to communicate.
Now, that wasn’t so good. In fact, that was pretty amateur. I just wanted to see what I could come up with on the spot.
But it’s there. It’s pretentious. It’s cheesy enough to warrant a poet’s shirt and/or a black beret.