Hmmmm...
I've read a couple of other blogs today and I feel I need to apologise to my readers. I'm not currently having sex and I don't think the likelihood of any licencious gossip is going to rear it's head for quite a while. Whilst I could talk about masturbation I think that you would probably find that disturbing so I won't. I will happily be talking about people I would like to have sex with so if that floats yer boat it's good news.
I've got a song stuck in my head and it won't go away. It's Stone Sour's "Bother" which contains the lyrics:
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying
I don't know why but this seems to be quite fitting at the moment. If you haven't heard the song you should try to listen to it as soon as possible.
Speaking of song recommendations, I had a boredom-shattering chat with a forum buddy whose blog I dip into occasionally (apparently this very blog was the inspiration for her to start one :oD) and told her to listen to it. I don't really think it was her kind of thing but she listened anyway. She has asked me to mention how "gorgeous, clever and stylish" she is. From what I know of her I would probably have to agree (which takes all the fun out of it). I suppose I should be scathing and beligerent but I don't have any complaints so far so what the hell...
In honour of her I'll post now so she can read it and I'll edit as I go :o)
Right, sappyness over.
Do you ever get that feeling that you have missed your vocation? I do. Although I have the writer/director dream which I am doing my best to fulfill (this blog is an idea I had to improve my writing discipline) I think I really should have been an astro-physicist. That stuff amazes me and the older I get the more interesting I find it. It's like a retrograde maturity. I started life with no real interest in space and by the time I am far too old I will want to be an astronaut.
I think my first real passion for space came when I was in my early teens. I was lying on my back, buzzing slightly from the whisky I had stolen from my friend's Dad (my friend was in on it too) and smoking a stolen cigarette in the middle of an open field. I wasn't really looking at the stars but I saw my first shooting star. At the time it was probably the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. There is a Kate Bush song about, of all things, Rockets which says:
It's holding the night in it's arms,
If only for a moment.
I can't see the look in it's eyes,
But I know it must be laughing.
It fits perfectly. I think that from that moment I wanted to know more and more but it was already too late in my education for me to become the scientific genius I would need to be. I know this is all a bit sad, depressing even, but it shouldn't be read like that. I am happy that I have the ability to find out what I want without the weight of deadlines hanging heavily on my shoulders. I read, I observe and, when the light pollution isn't too much, I stare into space thinking about what's out there. One day I will lie on my back, buzzing slightly from the whisky I have bought, in the middle of a field with no buildings to spoil the horizon and no lights to dim the stars and let the big sky wash over me. THEN I will be in ecstacy.
Today's Word: SINGULARITY
Today's Mood: Blissed
I've read a couple of other blogs today and I feel I need to apologise to my readers. I'm not currently having sex and I don't think the likelihood of any licencious gossip is going to rear it's head for quite a while. Whilst I could talk about masturbation I think that you would probably find that disturbing so I won't. I will happily be talking about people I would like to have sex with so if that floats yer boat it's good news.
I've got a song stuck in my head and it won't go away. It's Stone Sour's "Bother" which contains the lyrics:
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying
I don't know why but this seems to be quite fitting at the moment. If you haven't heard the song you should try to listen to it as soon as possible.
Speaking of song recommendations, I had a boredom-shattering chat with a forum buddy whose blog I dip into occasionally (apparently this very blog was the inspiration for her to start one :oD) and told her to listen to it. I don't really think it was her kind of thing but she listened anyway. She has asked me to mention how "gorgeous, clever and stylish" she is. From what I know of her I would probably have to agree (which takes all the fun out of it). I suppose I should be scathing and beligerent but I don't have any complaints so far so what the hell...
In honour of her I'll post now so she can read it and I'll edit as I go :o)
Right, sappyness over.
Do you ever get that feeling that you have missed your vocation? I do. Although I have the writer/director dream which I am doing my best to fulfill (this blog is an idea I had to improve my writing discipline) I think I really should have been an astro-physicist. That stuff amazes me and the older I get the more interesting I find it. It's like a retrograde maturity. I started life with no real interest in space and by the time I am far too old I will want to be an astronaut.
I think my first real passion for space came when I was in my early teens. I was lying on my back, buzzing slightly from the whisky I had stolen from my friend's Dad (my friend was in on it too) and smoking a stolen cigarette in the middle of an open field. I wasn't really looking at the stars but I saw my first shooting star. At the time it was probably the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. There is a Kate Bush song about, of all things, Rockets which says:
It's holding the night in it's arms,
If only for a moment.
I can't see the look in it's eyes,
But I know it must be laughing.
It fits perfectly. I think that from that moment I wanted to know more and more but it was already too late in my education for me to become the scientific genius I would need to be. I know this is all a bit sad, depressing even, but it shouldn't be read like that. I am happy that I have the ability to find out what I want without the weight of deadlines hanging heavily on my shoulders. I read, I observe and, when the light pollution isn't too much, I stare into space thinking about what's out there. One day I will lie on my back, buzzing slightly from the whisky I have bought, in the middle of a field with no buildings to spoil the horizon and no lights to dim the stars and let the big sky wash over me. THEN I will be in ecstacy.
Today's Word: SINGULARITY
Today's Mood: Blissed
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