The first time I saw this was after pressing the refresh button on my gmail, and thought it was a rather cool reference to the deity. Then I realised that it appears on every page when I'm gmailing and became disheartened.
I've only just realised that it would still apply regardless of the process that produces the page.
Ninny.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Feel bad for making them move
Sat on the sofa, covered in cats
Throbbing feet and sublime smile
Consequence of a good shift.
Jonathan Ross interviews Jeff Bridges,
which is a good result
for late night channel hopping
Then Courtney Love and the new guard of Hole
start to play
Bit crap really.
Throbbing feet and sublime smile
Consequence of a good shift.
Jonathan Ross interviews Jeff Bridges,
which is a good result
for late night channel hopping
Then Courtney Love and the new guard of Hole
start to play
Bit crap really.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Void & Truth
I can't identify which one contains the other. Neither combination is comforting. Work has earned me few skills which would transfer to a job/career that would hold my interest. It has earned me few skills which could even be transferred to similar employment within the industry.
The surrender of ambition and dreams to supposed discipline has had a messy handover, particularly since I've realised that one cannot exist without the other.
I'm not sure if it's the distraction of painfully cold toes in a cold, cavernous, under populated office; the brain trauma caused by excessive hours of mind-numbing work; a lack of friends or a shrinking of personality that has diminished my sense of creativity.
It is most likely that none of these apply, as my staunch alliance with apathy and disinclination is entering its tenth anniversary. To celebrate the decade without desire or personal conflict seems apt.
Conversely, on merit, I would appear to be happy. There's no emotional strain, ache or choice fizzing in my head, there are no questions about what I should or shouldn't do. No placing myself in situations I know will spawn anger and pain. Everything fits, rewards a reaped from the seeds of effort that have been sown. Metaphors, dialect and accent are often mixed, melted and redistributed to set the scene as accurately as possible.
But the void can't be located and the truth is as yet undefined.
The surrender of ambition and dreams to supposed discipline has had a messy handover, particularly since I've realised that one cannot exist without the other.
I'm not sure if it's the distraction of painfully cold toes in a cold, cavernous, under populated office; the brain trauma caused by excessive hours of mind-numbing work; a lack of friends or a shrinking of personality that has diminished my sense of creativity.
It is most likely that none of these apply, as my staunch alliance with apathy and disinclination is entering its tenth anniversary. To celebrate the decade without desire or personal conflict seems apt.
Conversely, on merit, I would appear to be happy. There's no emotional strain, ache or choice fizzing in my head, there are no questions about what I should or shouldn't do. No placing myself in situations I know will spawn anger and pain. Everything fits, rewards a reaped from the seeds of effort that have been sown. Metaphors, dialect and accent are often mixed, melted and redistributed to set the scene as accurately as possible.
But the void can't be located and the truth is as yet undefined.
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