Blogroll

I learnt something new today and I don’t just mean another interesting “what the fuck” twist from LOST.

My housemate Dan told me about a wonderful new phrase “Blogroll” which at first made me think bogroll, but surely its not a crazy new invention for wiping your arse with the internet or somebody elses written words. Although that said the image that, that conjours up is rather amusing in itself.

Here are several images on the subject “blogroll” from google images.

Thanks for stopping by.

Thinking

Always the song and never the singer,
Always the pain and never the bringer,
Always the cloud and never the lining
Always the poems that never stop rhyming

All You Need Is Love?

Well The Beatles made this phrase popular. Though intended as a soppy lyric, let’s hope that a society doesn’t get founded on this principle.

They would in a very short period of time become massively dehydrated and would suffer from starvation, a self inflicted genocide.

This isn’t intended as a serious blog entry.

Supremacy

I am an enemy of supremacy.
Born a son of democracy.
Will die with liberal empathy
This is who I live to be.

Meet Your Maker

Another one of those phrases bounded around often in fantasy films but equally as often in every day life.

This is an asumption that god exists.

I don’t have to worry about meeting my maker. I met both of my makers 22 years ago when I was born and I’ve known them ever since.

Chlöe’s Lament Pt.2

You know when you have something really nice to say to a person, but you’re worried if you don’t explain it in the right way it could make you sound weird?

Okay cool, well you’re one of those people that has the kinda eyes or smile that stays with me or makes you pop back into my thoughts from time to time, I’ve always been a sucker for a smile.

I guess if you’re still here, the weirdest bit was that you popped into my head before I went to sleep last night… And well anyway I was in a creative mood cuz I’d been working on my film script earlier and so I wrote you a poem.

I called it Chlöe’s Lament. Wanna read it?

Rants n Rambles

“he’s holding back, he’s hiding, from what I can’t decide”
- The Lion King

Hmm well it’s been a while since I publicly expressed the thoughts buzzing in my head like a swarm of meditating bees.

So here they are: I’m very lost at the moment, by which I don’t mean the show (which ironically I now am watching as i re-edit this 5th March 2010), I’m far from against it, I just mean not found or rather the rather cliched “I haven’t found myself”…

Somehow I doubt a trip to the east and some tribal highs could triangulate the “this is the real you” signal for me to track down either.

And so here we are gone 3am January 13th twenty-ten, (god even the date is becoming Americanized) (intentional ‘z’) and I’m still the pedantic, perfectionist, poet you know but may not love (the love is optional, as is me giving a shit )

This year I’m cutting ties, some intentionally and others not so, with a large amount of brilliant and creative souls, a decent percentage of which, will become the next [Name of somebody you aspire to be from your chosen profession] but I hope not.

I’d much rather they broke the mould, than blow their creative load and concieve another appauling Hollywood *cough* “blockbuster” *cough*

Hmm maybe this is my inner Carlin trying to break out…

Maybe it’s time I hung up the “mr nice guy” hat and flipped over to my FM side.

Yeah how about that? How about telling exactly who is fucking me off exactly what I think of them? and what they deserve, I’m sure several people would be plesantly surprised.

Oh they’d still be annoying, self centred, cunts…

They’d just be told in very simple terms that that is what they are.

We get it and we still don’t like you, so drop the facade.

This is your first act and it’s boring, you maybe setting yourself up, but there’s no development and damned if I for one am gonna stick around for your conclusion.

The snow is fantastic! Okay I’m gutted I missed a good friend’s joint birthday party which looked amazing, because of it, but and it’s a BIG but that if you rolled down a hill would gather snow and get even bigger… Isn’t it beautiful?

Sure we’re freezing our collective tits off but who amoungs us with the capacity to bend down and grasp the frozen flakes hasn’t done so?

The magic of snow is rather interesting. The intense connection to childhood curiosity and playfullness, encapsulated in a hand scooped, hand crafted, snowball as it hurtles toward the inanimate object and or window or human, before exploding in a powdery mist and haze and slowly tumbling to the floor, is an imensly happy feeling, that I still feel now at the age of 22 with this being the most intensive snowfall we’ve had in 30 years, bar 8 years I can vouch the other 22 just fine.

I guess if global warming was a person he/she is quite a cool guy/gal.

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Punloving Criminal
Don’t steal my punder
Pundora’s Box
Punnery – A religious order of wordsmiths
Atilla The Pun
What a punderful world
Pundane – an average joke at best

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Hmm that kinda looks like a motorcycle tire track.

See random is funny… So I’d like a terrible BBC 3 show that will eventually tour please!

K, thanks bye!