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But It’s AlWAYS About Knights …

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Writing poetry is something that sorta comes very naturally to me. Every now and then, I get completely swept up in this spontaneos desire to jot down some soothing verses. But usually, it almost always contains one of two topics; Knights and the wind.

No really, I wrote this five minutes ago. Take a look and see that I am obsessed:

 

Oh, radiant sword. Thy guiding moonlight. 

By a battered buckler, defend this soul. 

Light thy way through perilous tides. 

Beneath the gleaming suns, below the starlit aether. 

For glorious fate, she beckons for me. 

For tranquil rest, awaiting me patiently. 

I’m starting to think that I was an errant in a past life. Or Don Quixote. Either one.

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Blog Harder!

 

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This thing was my jam.

 

HARDER! 

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.

 

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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 …

 

Sayonara!  : 3

 

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Persistant Presentation Peril

Oh yeah. It’s that time of the school year again.

Presentations; they are either something that people have no problem with whatsoever as they take their place up in front of the projector screen without so much as breaking stride OR a tyrannical terror that seemingly seeks to swallow you whole within it’s thousand toothed mouth of anxiety, lack or preparation and stomach cramp related trauma. And I for one fall within the first category. But that does not mean I wasn’t ever apart of the latter.

You see, doing begets doing. And the more that you find yourself slugging up towards the front of the classroom to drone on about a topic that 95% of the class genuinely have no interest in, the less likely you are to stutter your way to an award winning Jeff Goldblum impersonation. Yes, that joke was dated by about 20 or so years, but I regret nothing. In the end, it’s your very acceptance of this monotony and willingness to carry out this seemingly Herculean effort that determines whether your self esteem is the metaphorical equivalent to George McFly or Rambo.

Want a few ways to make presentations less of a scare than federal court? I might be able to list a few …

1: Open up with a joke. Or just giggle at something. Not just anything, mind you. Say if the presentation doesn’t start off smoothly or the preparation takes longer than expected. Capitalise on that moment to familiarise yourself with your audience. At least you’ll know if they laugh at your jokes or not. Actually, maybe you shouldn’t tell jokes. The teacher might mark you down for being a smart ass.

2. Be passionate about your topic. Or about the information that you are presenting. OR be passionate ABOUT presenting information. Just find some enjoyment out of it somehow. Otherwise, the whole experience will be as stressful and painful as a divorce mediation. Except the only thing you might lose is respect. And your audience.

3. Read off the slides, but don’t. Basically, what I mean is, you need to simply rephrase what’s written on the slide while adding a little extra trivia. This has worked for me so many times that I still can’t believe how many B+s and As I’ve gotten on presentations in the past. You’d think that someone would’ve caught on by now!

4. Feel like your presentation isn’t quite as lengthy as it needs to be? Why not open up a Q & A right before calling the quits? Of course, you might receive no questions at all. In that case, it’s failed. You might also receive a question that you have no clue how to answer, making you look completely and utterly unrehearsed and uninformed. Then you have also failed.

5. I honestly couldn’t think of a fifth bit of advice. So I’m giving this one a pass. Otherwise, just believe in yourself.

"Look, I can tell nobody here gives a shit about what I am saying. So why don't we just wrap this up and hit that sushi bar across the road?"
“Look, I can tell nobody here gives a shit about what I am saying. So why don’t we just wrap this up and hit that sushi bar across the road?”

Yeah … that’s really all their is to it. Listen; you’ll do fine. Really.

Just have a bit of faith in yourself.