Friday, 31 August 2012

The Mundane Existence That Is My Own

In an effort to prove not only that things happening in a person's life can help get rid of writers block, or at least become a post, and to prove that I can write about the most pathetic and mundane things and still have you wanting more, I'm going to post about nothing in particular that happened to me yesterday.

I mentioned before that I have ordered a heart rate monitor. It's the most accurate way to keep track of how many calories you're losing during exercise, and I had some spare money rolling around, so I thought to myself "why not commit one step further?" and bought one. It took a few days to dispatch, and then a few days to get here, but I ordered it on a Bank Holiday weekend and selected free delivery, so what did I expect? What I was not expecting was the huge box it came in. See it came in a proper sized official Amazon box, and the small box the HRM itself was in was about half the size of that box. Though in an effort to be super cute my cat slept in it and then stayed there when I took her to show my dad. She left the box but it was just ever so adorable.

It's a nifty little watch (I've wanted a watch for, like, ever) and the way it keeps track of my heart rate is with a chest strap. At first I saw this chest strap and thought to myself "Fuck, I've just bought an expensive watch and I need to buy one that measures from the wrist" but it turned out that strap really stretched a long way, and I did get it around my chest. It was a bit tight, but it's supposed to be. I theorise that I now know what wearing a bra feels like. It's not comfortable, so I'm now doubling my efforts to burn bras. DON'T LET THE MEN CONTROL AND REPRESS YOU LADIES. Anyway, yes, it got around me, and after reading the manual a few times, I was able to work it out, and program it all up. So much for German engineering. Though I suppose seeing how I got it working, they engineer just fine, they have trouble with writing manuals.

So, I strapped myself up, and prepared for the ride. On my exercise bike. Normally I ride on that thing for a little under 20 minutes, and burn a total of 296 calories (according to the website I track all this stuff on) and today I was meaning to exercise as normal, and see the difference. I didn't though, and managed to stay on there for a total of 25 minutes, burning 502 calories, according to the HRM. If I didn't have the HRM, and used the website, it would have said I had burned 411. Now, 100 calorie difference might not sound like much, but it is when you're trying to lose weight. Plus this way I can keep track of pretty much any activity I do. Such as all my kinect games, or when I go out for a walk (like that ever happens), though actually I am hoping to start going out for walks again when the schools reopen next week.

For now though, enjoy these pictures. Warning, contains cats.
The big official Amazon box it came in. Curious cat is curious.

The little box it actually came in

Cat in a box = BEST PRESENT EVER

She was just way too adorable in there :3
I think all I've really managed to prove with this is cats=instant awesome post.

Thursday, 30 August 2012

A Tribute

So I'm back once again with another podcast that is hopefully better than the one I did last week. I'm not so sure if it is, but I sounded a bit more like myself at least. I went off on numerous tangents and took over 13 minutes to get to the bloody point. What was the point? Well it was a little tribute to fellow blogger Megan Adamson from Lady of Muse. It was all done with her permission, and I hope she likes it, but I was very tired and her poetry is a lot better than I make it sound. Megan is a wonderful poet, and story teller, and I felt like more people needed to read her stuff, so I decided to do something most people seem to enjoy, a poetry reading.





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Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Inspiration And Influence


I had some writers block, and couldn't think of something I wanted to write, so enjoy this thing I wrote a few months ago. This is also the third time I've had to publish this. Hopefully it will work properly. It does mean I'm missing a comment from YeamieWaffles so I'll just copy and paste it here so it is not totally gone. He said "The ultimate lesson summed up is a great one man, this post has been really informative, I never really looked too deeply into the differences between inspiration and influence, I really hadn't. By the way, for some reason this post didn't come up on my reading list today, weird one." and I hope the poor guy doesn't comment on the same post twice in one day.

Nearly everyone has an inspiration. Some are good, some are bad. For me inspiration seems to go hand in hand with influence. In fact let's have a quick look at definitions so I don't sound like a dumbass.

Inspiration
The process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, esp. to do something creative: "flashes of inspiration".
The quality of having been so stimulated, esp. when evident in something: "a moment of inspiration in an otherwise dull display
 Influence
The capacity to have an effect on the character, development, or behavior of someone or something, or the effect itself.


So you can argue that if you influence someone, you are also inspiring them. As hard as it may be to believe, I can be quite inspiring myself. Often influential too. I say it may be hard to believe because of the fact that I lack inspiration so much. I can inspire and motivate anyone but myself is the simple way to put it. But the fact remains that I have done it before. Sometimes it doesn't go so well, sure, but sometimes it can. I'm not likely to convince a person to go on a killing spree, but I have at least managed to convince them not to kill themselves. At least twice. Go me.

As I was saying earlier, there is such a thing as a bad inspiration, a bad influence. When we were in school the teachers actually thought that Jessie was a very bad influence on me, and separated us a lot. Then of course things got so bad for her at school she left early. The bastards had achieved their ultimate goal. Kind of. We still saw eachother pretty much every school day. She was in the end the best influence in my life, and is constantly inspiring me to better myself. Without her I wouldn't have taken some of the steps I have to improve my life, and I may never have broken out of my serious depression a few years ago.

The actual bad influences in life are ones that cause you to do bad things, of course. I say that one of the best things about having no peers is that I had no peer pressure. I count things that give both men and women bad body images (yes girls it's possible for a guy to have a bad body image) as bad influences. The girls you look at in magazines can't even hope to look like that, thanks to the miracle of air brushing. Compare yourself to real people. Only change what you actually want to. Not everything you think is a problem is in fact a problem.

In short, be careful who you allow to influence you, and don't make the wrong choice.

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

An Eye For An Eye And The Whole World Will Be Blind

If there was ever a case of I can say what the Hell I want and never get any hate mail because I make such good arguments, or no one really cares, then this is probably going to be a good example of that. This post is inspired by fellow blogger YeamieWaffles (sadly NOT his real name. He should consider changing it) and a post of his that included a short piece on Mark David Champman. Otherwise known as the guy who took out John Lennon. Chapman has recently been denied parole for the seventh time, and has now been in prison 31 years. Not bad considering his initial sentence was 20 to life.

Now, there are some people who do deserve a life sentence. I'm not here to really say this guy should be out by now. He got 20 to life, if the parole board really thinks he hasn't changed, and it's not safe for him to be out in society, then the "life" stipulation comes in, and he very well could spend the rest of his natural life in jail. Like I just said there are some people that deserve this. There are some people who never show any remorse, or guilt, or any kind of recognition that what they did was wrong. There are some people who can never truly be punished for their actions because they will not see something as a punishment. Does this mean then, that they should die? Does this mean that we should have a life for a life? No, it does not. I understand the arguments for a death penalty. I understand how frustrated people can get that people they think deserve death are allowed to live, and worst of all, their taxes are paying for it. But I can never agree with the death penalty.

Killing people is wrong. It's why it's punishable by law. It's universally accepted that to take another's life is one of the cruelest things you can do. It's also been a punishment for a long time as well. There are plenty of places that still have the death penalty. America is probably the most well known. It's not the only one though. Because someone took a life is no reason to take theirs. I've felt the anger that makes me want to kill a person, I've felt like given the chance I really could do it, and I've spoken to people who have killed. I've spoken to a guy that told me that after the first time he killed someone, he cried. He even told me to make sure I never kill anyone, because it really messes with you. It can destroy you emotionally and mentally. You need to have a predisposition towards that to be able to kill someone, and if you don't have it then you will by the time that you're done.

I would not want to be an executioner, I would not want to be a judge who sentences someone to death, I wouldn't want to be a leader who orders a war. I wouldn't even want to be a lawyer who failed a case, and had a client put to death. To know I could have saved someone's life, and failed. You can hide behind "justice" all you want, you can say you did the right thing, but when you're alone, there's the truth. The thought that you as good as killed someone. That you became no better than them. If you can accept that you are no better than the people you condemn, then well done. At least you're honest to yourself.

There are also fates worse than death. The denial of freedom is one of them. If I was to be put in prison, and denied my freedom like that, I don't think it would take long for me to wish for death. To not be in control of your own life is something I know all to well, and it's not something I particularly enjoy. Death is a sweet release. Death absolves you of all pain and suffering. Chances are more victims and victims relatives wished for death, not for the accused, but for themselves. If anything, you're sparing a criminal the pain by killing them, while you continue to live in sadness and despair.

I'm not really sure how to finish this, but I do want to stop writing. I would just like to say that Matthew, I have no problems with you, honestly. I just don't like the view that it should be a life for a life. I don't really have anything against the people who think like that, just the idea of it. If you feel personally that you have been attacked, then my apologies, it was not my intention. I also accept that there are people who kill in self defence. There are people who are left with no choice but to kill, such as the victims of attacks or spousal abuse. I will not condemn you, but I will be sad that it came to that.

Monday, 27 August 2012

There's A Whole Lot Of Purple Around Here

I'm not going to do a round up today because last week wasn't really very good, and the only post really of note is last Monday, which most people reading this will have already read. One of the reasons that it wasn't so good is that I was busy for a lot of the week. I was busy Wednesday just doing some stuff, and on Thursday and Friday I was decorating my bedroom with Jessica.

We were able to get a lot of stuff done. We got all the walls covered in paint (and ourselves a little) and we've rearranged some of the furniture. I really didn't realise I had so much room in my, well, room. My room is quite small, so it takes some moving around to make it feel like I do. I also finally got my big ass picture put up. The walls are fine but the floor still isn't, mostly because I'm too lazy to hoover it, and there are still no curtains, and my door is only half complete. We can sort all that out at a later date. We didn't have the proper tools for the door. It's up, but only on one hinge so that we can take it back down later to sand it down properly. It doesn't close, but for all intents and purposes I have a door. Curtains are going to have to wait as well.

We had a lot of fun on the first day, but that was it. We were burnt out on the second day, and I still haven't totally recovered from it all. I need more sleep. So, for now, just enjoy these pictures I took. I don't have any before and after pictures, but I do have work in progress pictures.


It's amazing how much paint ended up on me. It got on my biceps somehow, despite wearing a shirt at all times O_O

I was the only one who could use this properly, and I broke it xD Damn cheap tools!

Eventually Jessica had to climb on a ladder to get the high spots, I'd have done it but I'm afraid of heights. Even stepladders.

One corner of my room. We worked our way around the room.

I painted this myself. Very, VERY BADLY. I CAN NOT PAINT.I also finished painting it, that brown patch in the corner is white now.


Another corner of my room before things were totally rearranged. Yes, that's a litter box on my bookshelf.

The top of the chest of drawers, this picture is also old because things are a bit different.

A complete corner of my room. Spyro is still living on the fridge. He matches the walls now :D

This is what the top of my drawers actually looks like

Jessica hanging my door. I'd say DAT ASS but you can't really see it. But she does have a nice ass.

My picture, finally hanging on my wall. Fuck I hope it doesn't fall down because it's above my bed, and it's fallen before. 
I'm beginning to get tempted to paint the stairs and landing as well but like I mentioned in a picture caption, I fail at painting. Jessica did a much better job than me. I could probably do it, but I don't want to waste paint or anything. I still have half a tin of purple paint too. But I want to paint the walls on the stairs blue, to match the carpet. Plus not everyone shares my love of purple. I'm also going to resist the incredible urge to dip a cat in it.

I now need to get back in to the habit of checking blogs and dieting and working out. I think I can do that not so bad though. Like I mentioned before I've also bought a heart rate monitor for exercising so I get accurate exercise results so I know how well I'm really doing. Sometimes I think I'm doing too well, and sometimes I think I'm not doing as good as I think. Anyway, that's that for now. It felt really, really, good to wake up and see my purple room for the first time too.

Sunday, 26 August 2012

A Weekend Of Animals

I have been a very lazy blogger lately. So. Damn. Lazy. Today will frankly be no exception. I suppose my only saving grace is that I've only been exceptionally lazy with posting today and yesterday. Otherwise known as the weekend. So it's not such a bad thing that I'm being a bit lazy. I do hope to really get back in to the groove of things next week. Not just with blogging, but with life too. My bedroom walls look a lot better, but the floor is still a mess. I've also ordered a heart rate monitor that has fancy calorie tracking devices so I can know pretty damn accurately how effective my exercise is, which should help me start skipping down the path to physical greatness instead of slow drudging crawl I'm doing now. So, how am I going to be lazy? Simple. Yesterday Fang said he wanted some dog pictures. It's a well proven fact that CATS ARE CUTER THAN DOGS.ALWAYS. But let it never be said I said no to a boy. Or refused to post pictures of animals. Because animals fucking rule. Cats, dogs, hamsters, rabbits, sheep, hedgehogs, horses, chickens, pigs, cows, whatever. They all rock. So for your endless amusement, a series of dogs being dogs.

Pugs are one of the few dogs able to compete with cats in cuteness

This is why



Whilst technically a picture of a cat, a dog is in it, being a douche and photobombing
The coolest (domesticated) kind of dog there is. A husky. God damn I will own one! I will own two, and breed them. And have an army of huskies. It shall be even greater than my army of ducks. They should be more loyal too.

Saturday, 25 August 2012

I'm So Tired

You know what felt really awesome? Waking up today and looking up and seeing an ocean of purple that is my new room. It felt pretty damn good. There's still some tidying to do, especially given that we celebrated with pizzas. Jessica has gone home now too but she was able to hang my painting up before she left. Which just proves how much I fail at everything because she was able to hang it up when I couldn't. I'll save all the major details for when I make an actual post about what went down, and I do have some pictures for you too.

You may have guessed this already but what with being busy for most of the week, supremely busy for some of it, I've not had much of a chance to write. So there will sadly be no Immortal Space chapter this week. I'm really tired too so there's not much chance of churning out one here and now. I've got Red Dwarf on in the background and I'm not looking forward to cleaning up too much. I'll get there though, I guess.

I'm not sure what else to write so I just might have to leave it at this.





Top hat cat has a top hat

Friday, 24 August 2012

Decorating Diaries

I'm typing this up a bit hastily because I should either be eating some breakfast or back to decorating but if I don't do it now I don't know when the next chance will be.

My room is coming along nicely and even though the floor is a mess because we moved everything about, the place just looks better by virtue of having cleaner walls. Most of the walls are painted and the ones that aren't have had some work done to them. We also plan to paint my chest of drawers (which I already did and messed up horribly so Jessica is going to touch it up for me) and the little cabinet I have. Today we plan to do that, give the whole room a clean, and get some curtains up and the door. We can't do carpet it seems but we can get that done another time. For now the room just looks great as it is. Carpet, while on the verge of a necessity because we got paint on the floor, is still only a minor one.

I'm hoping to replace my bedside chair with a bedside table which will reduce the amount of mess on the floor, which will dramatically help me keep the place clean.

We slept on the bunkbeds downstairs last night and don't tell anyone but that was kind of a dream of mine. I know it sounds incredibly silly. I'm always happy to share a room with her but on bunkbeds its like we're kids growing up. It just felt pretty nice. Plus we were watching Red Dwarf.

There are only two slight problems, one, she barely ever eats, which makes me feel fat when I eat. And two, she barely ever stops working, which makes me feel lazy. But I'm getting over those. Hell sometimes I actually force her to eat something. Someone shouldn't eat so little. I know I'm eating the right amount

Anyway, I've been taking a few pictures, so expect them soon.
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Thursday, 23 August 2012

This Is Pretty Damn Random

I know I say this pretty much every time, and I'm usually wrong, but this time this is pretty damn bad. I was recording on my phone, talking quietly, and I was stuffy and not feeling too good and I had no idea going in of what to talk about. In the end I guess what I talked about most was what I'm up to today. I'm going to be decorating my room with Jessica. If it turns out well, I'll share some pictures. Anyway, this could keep me busy maybe for even tomorrow too. So I'll just have to leave it at this with the podcast. Which also feels way too short. I did give you an hour long one this week though so maybe you can forgive me this time.





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Wednesday, 22 August 2012

I Can't Publish That

Well I did have something proper written for today and now I'm not sure I'll be able to publish it. I hate when that happens. If I question if something should be published then chances are I won't publish it. I have a few drafts I'm not sure will ever see the light of day for whatever reason. I guess sometimes it helps just to write something out but it feels like a wasted effort when you write something specifically for the purpose of publishing it and then you don't. It was inspired by a sort of argument me and a friend had yesterday that ended in her deciding not to talk to me for a while.

I don't know why I won't publish it either really. She's not too likely to read it and its not like I attacked her anyway if she does. I wasn't even that much of a pathetic emo in it. Most of the time people write and don't publish something seems to be relativity and the longer they go without publishing it the less relatable and current it is, and the less likely they are to publish it. There's also when you don't want certain people to see. Oddly enough I still have that fear despite posting several things that would set alarm bells off in my families head if they read and still got no reaction from them over it. I can pretty much say at this point they aren't reading, but the fear they might still stops me. I've also mentioned a few things I'd do if I wasn't scared of the backlash I might get.

Don't worry about me though, it wasn't Jessie I fell out with, and with friends like her and Holly I can get through anything. They still love me, even at the times I really hate myself.

Also, today and tomorrow are going to be very busy days for me. It might be back to holiday rules of reading but not commenting. Though Megan, I'll send your posts to myself in an email and go back and comment on them when I can.
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Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Questions Because I'm Lazy

I figured that after all the work I put in to making yesterday's post, I was just going to be lazy today. I mean, I'm lazy a lot, sure, but there are some times when I'm lazier than at others. Plus I gave my room a good clean up yesterday. And I pulled a muscle in my sleep or something so I've not been doing very good. Fluffy little kitties can only get you through so much. Especially when they knock the plants off your windowsill and make a huge mess. Some of which still isn't cleaned up actually.

So, as I'm being lazy/tired I'm just going to load up that good old list of questions and see what I can come up with.

Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do? (Scenario) 
You might be surprised to hear this but this actually happened to me. Kind of. Me and a friend (best friend status is reserved for Jessica) had a falling out, and then a while later I got a direct message from her Twitter account saying that she had been in a car accident, and had died. It later turned out someone had hacked her account, and she hadn't actually died, which was a huge relief. Before I knew for sure I was panicking like mad. I really don't like when people don't like me. If someone ever falls out with me, I'll be begging forgiveness pretty much straight away. Sometimes it can even bypass my stubbornness and inability to accept I'm wrong. So imagine how I felt at the idea that someone had died hating me. That I would never make up with her. I spent most of the day talking to Jessie about it. Hoping to God it wasn't true, that she wasn't really dead. Don't hold grudges folks, it's not worth it. If you're wrong, then please accept it, and move on. Even if you know you're right, ask yourself, is it worth being right? Sometimes it isn't, and it's better to just set aside pride.

What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
If I got pregnant I'd be calling the TV studios and not settling for anything less than half a million for the live birth. If I got someone else pregnant, then I would hope it would be planned. I realise that very few pregnancies are planned, but I would like it to be somewhat planned. If you're not ready to accept the consequences of sex, such as pregnancy, then please don't have it. If I got someone pregnant then I would support them of course. I'd like it to happen at a time when I'm able to take care of a kid. I don't want to be having kids until I hit my late twenties/early 30's. I think that 29 is a pretty good age to have kids. So, yes, I guess that's the answer. If I actually got someone pregnant, then I would help. I would try to support the baby. Would I get married? That one I'm not too sure about. I highly doubt I would get married to a girl just because I got her pregnant. I think that you still count as a bastard if you were conceived out of wedlock, plus I'd like to be able to legitimately call my kids bastards. Okay looking it up you only count as a bastard if you're born out of wedlock, not conceived. So, yep, definitely not marrying a girl just because I knocked her up.

A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
To be honest the only thing I could really think of when I read this was the Magician's Guild books by Trudi Canavan. It's set in a world where homosexuality is basically a huge thing (as in it's very bad) and one of the characters enters in to a gay relationship. They have to lie about it, and say that the High Lord (the head of the guild) told them to do it, and that it was fake because of what could happen to them. There was also another part where a gay man got scared during a healing in case the magician doing it could tell that he was gay, like it was some kind of disease. I guess you can say that it didn't really change my views on homosexuality, but it made me think. I have no doubt at all that there are places where homosexuality is treated like this. That it's a really evil thing, and you have gay people thinking that something is wrong with them, and being scared of a lot of things. I do recommend those books by the way. The gay thing is only part of a subplot, and the books themselves are amazing. I may have to reread them, but I still have so much to watch and read and do and bah I fucking hate it sometimes.

So, that's that for now. Hopefully I'll have something half decent for you guys tomorrow.

Monday, 20 August 2012

It's Late But I'm Here

Sorry about how late this is guys but I was up until 2AM last night recording this podcast and after that I just didn't have the energy to edit it and upload all the pictures I taken and so I decided to just leave it, and finish it off today, even if it meant I was a little late. I took over 100 pictures too so I actually joined flickr just to upload them all and link straight to the album of them. Feel free to check them out at your discretion. I took notes while I was on holiday, and kept a proper diary. At first I planned to relive the holiday this week, but instead decided to just turn the diary in to a podcast. That's what I did, and I hope you enjoy hearing about what I got up to. Spoiler note it's boring.





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Here's a link to the pictures: http://www.flickr.com/photos/85374878@N03/sets/72157631158255876/. I wanted to make a slideshow but it turns out I really fail.

Sunday, 19 August 2012

I Made It Home

Like the title suggests, I made it home safely. I was melting in the car, but it didn't quite kill me. I had a pretty lazy day yesterday. Once we left at least. It was a bit rushed before then and I can't shake the fear I might have left something behind, or not cleaned up enough. If I left something though the person who owns the caravan I was at is a friend of my sister, so hopefully it won't be too hard to get things sent home. If you thought the first thing I did when I got home was stroke a cat, you sir/madam are correct. One was being very gentle and soft but the other one seemed a bit pissed off we had left her alone. She climbed out of my arms, and then ran outside. She did warm up though, and as I write this she's asleep on my lap :3. The only problem is she's pushing the laptop with her butt so I'm sat and writing at a very weird angle. Still, she makes a good armrest. I saw my brother too. He didn't come on holiday with us, and he didn't even say hi to me. He just walked straight past my room on his way to the loo, and then walked straight past again. Sometimes I don't really know what to make of him but oh well. Since I got back home I've been catching up on my wrestling by listening to some podcasts (it sounds like this was a better choice than watching the wrestling too) and playing some games. I think I've adjusted to life back home quite well, except I get a bit dizzy. I think I'm not used to heights anymore. See I practically live upstairs, in my room, and I've been quite low down all week, so I don't know.

Anyway, I'm not sure what the point of this all was. But one thing I can say is that I hope to turn my holiday diary in to a podcast. It means that I have to think up more ideas for next week, but it also means that the material stays more relative. When you think about it it's already near irrelevant but dammit I put a lot of effort in to that diary so I'm not going to not use it.

I guess that's it for today then really. Now to get back in the routine of checking and commenting on blogs, and exercising. Boy do I really need to exercise to get rid of what I did to my body on holiday.

Saturday, 18 August 2012

This Is It

Well I was going to wait until we set off to post but we got delayed when the hoover decided "fuck this, imma fall apart" and dust went everywhere. We worked hard to clean up too :( But this is it. The day I go home and hug my cats to death. I'd get all sentimental about it but that would shatter my thumb bones. Instead I'll just post the next Immortal Space chapter I wrote and leave it at that.
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"So you were born in England?" Trent asked Geoff. The two of them were now sat in their hotel room having a drink together. They planned to stay here for a week, and then spend another week in another part of the planet. Trent had planned to start work on the bounty hunting but Geoff's story had him intrigued. "You wanna tell me about it?".
"Sure, why not?" Geoff said, shrugging. Trent breathed out a sigh of relief. "What? You thought I wouldn't tell you?" Geoff said with a smile. "Not all of us try and hide everything Trent, I don't mind talking about the past much. It's nothin' as bad as yours, if you don't mind me saying." Trent shook his head and motioned for Geoff to carry on. "Well," Geoff began, "I musta been about 4 or 5 when my mom got sick. We were living in England at the time, like I said. My mum says that my dad was a wonderful man, but he wasn't around anymore. I'm still not sure really what happened to him. My mom's sickness was a really bad one. No one in England could help her, but they did tell her that Dr. Osbourne could. It was really expensive, and the treatment was still a bit experimental so we weren't going to go. One day though Dr. Osbourne actually called my mom, and told her that someone had paid for not just her treatment, but also for her to go to America to be treated. We left for America as soon as we could, and he was right. Someone had paid for a hotel and her treatment. She couldn't believe it. When she asked Osbourne about it, he wouldn't say anything. He just said that someone had provided him with the money and told him the situation. So he arranged everything and then got us over. She was going to have the operation a few days after we got there. Her donor wanted her to have some fun just,"-Geoff started breaking up at this point-"just in case something went wrong." Geoff started crying more at this point. "Something did go wrong, and she, she didn't make it. Osbourne told me what happened, but I couldn't really understand. The only thing I really knew was that I wouldn't see my mom, or my dad again. Dr. Osbourne had a kid around my age, and he felt bad for me, so he took me in. He let me live with him and after some time, when I was 13, I told him I wanted to help him out and start earning some money to pay him back for what he'd done for me. He was reluctant, and put me in the morgue to try and scare me out of it, but I toughed it out. It was a bit scary at first, but I got used to it, and I proved him wrong. At first I just worked after school and on the weekends, but eventually I dropped out of school. He wasn't very happy about that, but I used all my spare time in the morgue to study and read so he got over it. So, there you have it really. A few years after all that, you came along and here we are now." Trent had kept quiet while Geoff told his story, crossing his fingers and resting his head on them. When Geoff was done Trent patted him on the head, and gave him a smile.
"You never knew your dad? And lost your mom young? That must have been pretty tough. You've grown up quite well Geoff. I'm glad you had someone like Daniel to keep you on the right track." Geoff wiped his eyes and smiled back at Trent. "Yeah, I figured that Osbourne was more of a dad to me than any other guy was. I miss my mom but I never knew my dad. So, I couldn't really miss him. Did you know your parents?"
"Yeah" Trent said, nodding. "I knew my parents. I moved out young though and we kinda dropped out of touch. After what happened to me I wanted to stay away from everyone, so I never really saw them again. I learnt that the army told my folks I had died. I didn't really want to shock them and I thought that they wouldn't recognise me. I saw them, but I made sure they never saw me."
"Man, that might be tougher than my situation. To know your parents are alive, but that you can't see them. You ever have any other family? Any kids of your own?". Trent shook his head.
"Nah, I was an only child. I told you I had a wife but we never had kids. I was planning on having them when I got back from the war when the world was safe. A bit of a foolish dream I suppose."
"You never got with anyone else after?"
"I never really got over her. I got with people here and there, but it never lasted long, and I always felt bad. I got lonely sometimes and got weak. Something really bad happened once. I got a girl pregnant. She told me she lost the kid though. I stopped after that, and decided to just bear the loneliness. I haven't totally given up on love, but I have decided to just wait until it comes around again. If it don't, then it don't."
"You lost a kid?"
"That's what she told me yeah. Say, what was your mom called anyway?"
"Oh." Geoff said, looking a little shocked. "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Avery. Why d'ya ask?"
"No reason," Trent said. "I knew a few Avery's, and wondered if I knew her. Sorry kid, but I don't remember an Elizabeth."
"You lived in England?"
"Kid, I've lived everywhere. As soon as I figure out time travel, I'll be able to live anywhere." Both of them started laughing at the rather sudden subject change.
"You're really working on time travel?" Geoff asked, laughing.
"Nah, oddly enough I just don't have the time." Trent replied. "Now though, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have a shower, and then we can start work on these bounties."
"You wanna start as soon as?"
"If I can, but people are more open when you're clean and showered. Why don't you look through the info, and see if anyone catches your attention. It's going to be your first bounty after all." Trent walked off to have a shower, leaving Geoff to look over the information he gathered from the police station, and to think about the stories that the two of them had just shared.
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Friday, 17 August 2012

Today Is Friday

Well this is it. The last day of my holiday. To be honest I am a bit sad its over despite my complaints. But you can read about that next week when I really do relive it day by day. I kept a diary and each day got a bit long. I'm all packed up now but the kids aren't. Once we get all packed and we clean up the caravan we'll be good to go. There's going to be pretty good weather too. A bit of rain but its going to clean up by dinner and stay dry. I will be happy to sleep in my own bed again though. I've been on the sofa (my own choice) and my back is starting to hurt a bit. I'll also be glad to see my cats again of course. I've switched the background on my phone from a picture of Garfield to one of both of them laid together. So yeah I'm missing them more.

Anyway I think that while this is a short post, I can be a bit forgiven for that. I've been doing a bit more writing in Immortal Space too so you can look forward to that tomorrow because its on my phone now. I put it there so I could update. I only got one chapter in but its better than nothing. I've also been watching Naruto movies so I'm probably going to watch Naruto again when I get home. After I finish watching Negima. I've also discovered Big Bang Theory at last. I know I'm very very late to the party but I had preconcieved misgivings about it that turned out to be bollocks. Even my dad was laughing his ass off and asking me if we got it on 4OD. Add in the rest of Red Dwarf, and Star Trek which I also want to watch and BOY OH BOY SO MUCH TV. I may still be watching some of this stuff the next time I come on holiday.

Okay that'll do me for now. It ended up probably about as long as a normal post I guess. Enjoy the rest of your day guys! I'll try to enjoy mine.
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Thursday, 16 August 2012

Do I Have To Accept This?

First of all a very quick mention for Shaw, who asked me how I get over my lack of motivation. I don't. I really don't. Blogging and checking blogs now needs no motivation, its become routine. Occasionally I get the motivation do something but for the most part I can't make myself do something. No matter how much I want to. Motivation to me is like inspiration. It comes and goes in flashes and when its gone, its gone. Sorry I couldn't be of more help. But if you have a goal, that can definitely keep you motivated.

I had one of those moments yesterday where I found myself having to accept something I could have done without realising. We all have them, those things you need to recognise, and the times you find yourself doing it, even reluctantly. It didn't really have too much to do with being on holiday so its not going in the diary and I guess you could count this as the diary entry about it. Its also nothing really bad. So don't worry about that. I tweeted yesterday that it must be true home is where the heart is because I was feeling homesick and depressed because even though I was with the family, I miss, first of all, my cats tremendously. The second thing I seriously miss is Jessica. I start welling up when I think about her actually. I haven't talked to her all week. Well, I've sent her some messages but she's at her girlfriends partying all day every day and her phone was cut off, so she hasn't been able to respond to anything. Normally we talk on Facebook because of the phone being gone but she never really goes on fb at her girlfriends house. Though between writing and posting of this she is home now and she says her phone should be back on soon so we can talk like we used to. Yayyyyyyy.

What does this have to do with my inner workings you ask? Well, as you may or may not know, my star sign is Gemini and while I agree with pretty much everything they say about us, one thing I never agreed with is that we're social creatures. I said yesterday that I am not very social. I considered it a weakness. Whilst I'm not very social in real life, I am very approachable online, and I am really most definitely a social being online. I like talking to people. I get lonely very easily. I've been so lonely I've gone to desperate lengths I'm not willing to talk about. Don't worry, I've never called a phone sex line or anything. Geez, I have some limits. Though maybe I should consider running one. If I wasn't so super shy.

I haven't been able to talk to Holly either. In fact right now there's only one person I talk to on a continual basis and she's on holiday herself so she's busy and I can go a while without hearing from her. That is what I am currently struggling to, but eventually will have to, accept. That I like people. I like talking to someone. I like listening to people. Well, I've always known that one really. I prefer to listen than to talk. But I like having someone around. Jessica is still the truest, and the best of the best, but there are going to be times she isn't going to be there. That no one is going to be there but me. I started talking to myself a while ago though.
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Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Pi, Strength, And Weakness

So I guess this is my first non-scheduled post of the holiday. While I'm here I'm writing a bit of a diary. Last year I wrote a short write up. Now I'm writing a very long daily one. In fact each day is getting so long I'm tempted to make each day its own post and relive the holiday next week. The first thing I want to make a note of right now is that for a time the population of America hit a very special number. 314,159,265 or pi times 100 million. I had such a nerdgasm when I read that. I really hope that the American population doesn't change at all. You guys rock. So, to make this easier for me I'm going to just answer some of the questions from that huge list. Because I'm writing this on my phone the answers might not be too long though. So, for now, a few answers to a few questions.

Describe five weaknesses you have;
I have severely low confidence.
I'm very anti-social. I'm not saying I break peoples property, I mean, I'm not fond of society and social situations.
I have a serious lack of motivation which leads to inactivity and depression.
I'm not that great at cooking and the biggest problems I have with losing weight tend to stem from the kitchen.
I'm incredibly overanalytical. I can, and do, analyse everything. Not just things that are said to me, but what I say to others. Almost everything I say and do is carefully calculated. I'm also wrong a fair amount of the time in my assumptions.

Describe five strengths you have. Oof this could get a little tough.
I'm empathic. This, coupled with my life experience, means that I'm a very good listener and can offer good advice. Seriously, give me a shot.
I guess you could argue my ability to love and care and go so far for others is a strength.
I seem to have a bit of talent for writing and I guess I do have something of an imagination.
Its hard to believe but I can be motivational and inspirational. I've managed to cheer several people up and I've reminded people of their good points, and helped assure them of who they really were. That can be tough sometimes though.
And lastly...I love animals. No one who loves animals can be a bad person. If you want an actual one then you may be able to argue I'm charismatic. I wouldn't go that far but tell me if you would. Before I start speaking, I'm nervous as Hell, but once I start, I really get in to it.
So, there you go. I managed to name five, even six, strengths.
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Tuesday, 14 August 2012

My Life; The Trilogy

So in the interests of doing something a little fun I decided that I would try to start my one meme/blogger fad thingy. If you actually do this yourself, then do let me know, just so I can know I influenced people to do something. Just don't drive under the influence, especially if it's under the influence of me. So, the basic idea is this. I pick three songs. One to describe how I felt, especially towards myself, in the past, the present, and how I hope to feel in the future. Along with why of course. We all have those moments where we're listening to music and we think to ourselves "Wow, this song is so me." but how many of us have songs where we think "This is who I was" or "This is who I want to be"? Can you even pick just one of each? I can, and so now I'm going to. To the youuuuuutuuuuuuuuubeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssss

Past me: The Monster Is Loose by Meatloaf.


Back when I was younger, I did actually use this song to describe myself. I was, and still am in some ways, a bitter and angry individual full of hatred that just wanted to smash everyone and everything that got in my way. Someone once told me when I was talking to him on MSN that he could feel my hatred from there. That was actually a very badass moment for me. To be full of such intense emotion. He also told me that I set off warning systems in the very depths of a person's subconscious. If you've ever had an innate feeling that something is dangerous, I was essentially that. Like I said, dark as that is, it was a very badass time for me.

Present: Song To Say Goodbye by Placebo
I absolutely love this song, and I can relate to it so easily. It's dark, and it's sad, but it's me. It's how I see myself. There's a part of me that wants to help myself, and the other part of me that is still just a useless piece of meat on the ground. I don't like myself anymore, and sometimes I give up on myself. I was someone very different before my innocence was lost, though maybe some will argue that I can still make them cry with my voice.

Future; Love Song, by The Cure.

Who doesn't know this song? I could happily sing it to Robert Smith. God damn he's beautiful. Or was. Anyway, yes, this is how I would like to feel about myself in the future. I would like to be happy and in love with myself, and my own company. I would of course like to be loved by others, but I want to be able to tell myself "No matter how far away, no matter how long I stay, I will always love you." Maybe I'll get there one day. Who knows what the future really brings? Certainly not John Edwards.

So, how about you guys? Let's get this thing going, and make it a real "thing". It's not spam if everyone does it!

Monday, 13 August 2012

Here's Your Letter

It's day...3? of my holiday, or at the very least it's Monday, and I have a nice little treat for you. I was talking to a friend before I left, and I told her that essentially we were pen pals without all the waiting when I told her that I would send her actual mail if I knew where to send it to because she rocks. Which we are really, she hailing from the Land of Ice And Snow, Sweden. After that we joked around for a little, about how if she sent me actual letters I hoped it contained more than a few words, and then told her to write an email to me as if it were a letter. For a bit of a laugh. She said that she couldn't because she's just not that social, but I challenged her back, saying that you don't have to be social to write a letter, just classy, and then I proceeded to show her how easy it is. I suppose you can count this as part of my series of proving people wrong, but I think it only really counts if she sends me a letter style one back. So here, for shits and giggles, is the letter I sent her.
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Dearest *her name removed*
I was very happy to see that you had sent me something. I felt like it had been far too long since I last heard from you, and I was beginning to worry about how you were. I am now content however to believe that you are doing fine.

As I write I have my cat on my knee. I fear how I will survive a week without her when I am on holiday next week. I shall miss her terribly so, and her adoptive big brother.

I had a rather tiring day today as I spent it with my nieces in a big park. We saw many ducks, which we fed, and even a dalmatian which the youngest one really enjoyed as she loves them so. She was not prepared to let it lick her hand though, which I found to be a bit of a shame. I tried to get to lick my hand to show her it's okay, but the dog didn't seem to like me much. Why does nothing love me? Even the ducks abandoned us when they saw we were out of food for them. Treacherous little creatures they be. I suppose that's what you get for hiring mercenaries in your war to control the pond.

I must confess I have not done much else other than that. I did propose to someone yesterday though. It was a bit of a jest and sadly she turned me down, citing that she is too young. Apparently you can't marry at seventeen where she lives. Perhaps we can work on that one when we have secured marriage for the gayfolk.

I shall have to leave it there for now my dear, but I hope to talk to you again soon.

With love, and hugs,
Mark
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Sadly it didn't actually end up as classy as I wanted it to be. I planned on going 18th century gentleman all over that, but it didn't quite work that way. That makes me sad :(



P,S She did write back so I can include that quickly. We kept up this style a little but I'll just share these two with you. If there's someone you only correspond to in email, you HAVE to do this, at least once.
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Dear Mark

I have no idea how to begin this so I'll start with saying that in Sweden we never start a letter with Dear, we start it will a Hello so it feels a bit odd to read a letter who starts with Dear :P
Now to answering the rest of ur letter. It has been a long time since the last letter and I think it might be cause of my phone has been abit weird lately.
I'm happy to write to you and ye, I think I'm ok. Things have been much better now with my illnesses and my bf came to visit me this summer for 3 weeks, but it feels empty without him.
aww its understandeble that you are gonna miss her, but why cant u take her and garfiled (I have no idea how to spell Garfield without checking it up D: ) with you?
I tink lots of animals and people love you, same thing has happend to me, especially with dogs. Dogs doesn't like me. I prefer cats :)

You proposed? :O To who? were is she from? Are you two gonna wait a couple of years, until she is older?
In Sweden it's allowed to get married to a person with the same sex as yourself and I think thats good :)

*name removed*
xoxo
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She didn't quite get that my "proposal" to Holly was, for now, just a bit of a joke. Maybe one day.

Sunday, 12 August 2012

I Finally Watched The Olympics

So yesterday I finally watched some of the Olympics. I watched the 5000 metre race where we had Mo Farah going for not just another gold but to get a long distance running double. He made it. He won the race and becomes one of seven men to do it. It's where you earn a gold medal in both the 5000 metre and 10000 metre race. If I've understood this correctly. While I didn't really get sucked in, and only gave a silent "yes" and fist pump when he made it, I have to say that is a damn good show. Despite being neither a sports fan, a patriot, an Olympics watcher, or someone who generally cares about things, I have to say "well done chap" and I have to say that to everyone there. Or I suppose "chappette" to the dames. They work hard to do what they do, and I won't try and take anything away from them. I might not watch but millions of others do, potentially billions. Well done guys, good show. Of course the true test comes next Olympics. Let's see how we do off the home turf.

Another brilliant highlight of course was the American runner Tyson Gay. I can not tell you how utterly fantastic it is to see a giant man running with the word GAY written in big bold letters on his chest. Damn I can't imagine what that guy went through growing up. This man is why we should be fighting for gay rights. This man has a right to marry, even if he is, quite literally, a gay.

Sorry, I really couldn't resist.
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Saturday, 11 August 2012

I'm Going On A Summer Holiday

So I'm finally on my way to the caravan I'll be staying in. I couldn't find time to write, or even schedule a post so I'm actually going to be live posting by email on those days. I set up email blogging before I left because for some reason it turned itself off. Boy I hope it doesn't turn itself off again. I will not rest dammit! Anyway, for now I decided to write a piece of flash fiction based on just the simple prompt of driving. So, enjoy!
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I can't believe I was doing this. Again. I know he's my best friend and I'll always be there for him but sometimes I think he just does this to get me to come and save him. Shifting gears, and completely ignoring the speed limit, I thought back to the other times he'd called me in the middle of the night saying he needed my help. A few years ago there was the time when he had gotten in to a fight and he needed me. I got there in time to pick him up and save him. It happened again a few months later. He was beaten and he needed me to turn up and save him again. It hadn't happened for a while, I thought that he might have changed this time. I thought he was happy. I don't mind going to his side. He's been there for me too when I've been hurt. Plus he is my best friend, and that's what friends are for. They're there for eachother no matter what. This time was going to be no different. I had to make a quick stop and pick a few things up. I made it to where he was and found him lying on the floor crying. I was starting to think I might have been too late but he looked up at me and managed to smile. I picked him up, dusted him off, and hugged him. I handed him the pizza and beer, put the movie on, and reassured him that it would be okay. There would be other girls down the line.
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Friday, 10 August 2012

Ain't It Adorable?

Because I'm going on holiday like, tomorrow, I'm going to be lazy and just inundate you with pictures I took yesterday when I took my nieces to a park near us. It wasn't a bad trip at all. Very tiring. It got bad at the end when we left the park though and we had to wait for my dad to get his car and pick us up. He took a LONG time and let me tell you little kids can be demonic when given the right amount of time away from distractions.


Baby ducks rock :D

We amassed a rather large army of ducks. Seriously there were loads

We also found a pure white duck that I have now nicknamed Paladuck, as he is the duck Paladin
Much like the French however our army quickly disbanded when they realised we were out of bread

Blonde niece, who is now turning brown, on a swingset. DID YOU KNOW; Swinging a kid can take a serious toll on your arms, and can be very tiring eventually.

She also got to meet a Dalmatian, which was a major highlight for her because she loves them. She wouldn't let it lick her hand though.

The duck army briefly returned to serve their queen when she offered them her final piece of bread

But the filthy scoundrels abandoned her once more, leaving her very dejected :( I actually love how depressed she seems in this picture. She wasn't really depressed at all.

She soon found a pretty flower to cheer her up :D

And my eldest niece found love. Though it later turned out that he was taken and she didn't get his number :(
Overall it was a tiring, but actually a little bit fun day. I'm glad I had beer waiting for me at home though. I sadly possessed no gun, but either would have taken the pain away. Despite what I may say about them, I do love my nieces, I just can't spend too long with them.

EDIT; I found out what happened with the code. It won't let me write hearts because it assumes it's HTML code automatically and I don't know how to turn that off. Which is sad because I like hearts.

Thursday, 9 August 2012

The Ideas That Never Were

Well the original plan for this podcast was me talking about the various ideas I had for Immortal Space that I scrapped and that fell through. As it's me though, I go on many a number of tangents including the woman I'm going to marry, a huge scar on my arm, and many more. I think you can even say this has tips for aspiring writers. At least, one tip. At least, I'd say that. Geez look at me giving out writing advice. That shouldn't happen.





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My latest wound. It looks worse in real life. Crappy camera + crappy lighting = loss of detail.
A better picture of it. Chicks dig scars, right?

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

I Proved A Girl Wrong, What A Day For Feminism

So I was traipsing around the old Facebook lately (traipse and Facebook are two words I never thought would co-exist) and I came across an old friend who had posted this status;

"Dear girls: make this your status and i bet NO boy can write a paragraph in your inbox to make u smile. Lets see who the sweetest boy on facebook is. So girls copy and post this. And guys, no matter if ur single or not, prove us girls wrong"

You know me, I would be all over that. And I was. At first I tried to negotiate a prize (she did say it was a bet) but that didn't go well with her not responding, so I got bored and just sent it her in a message anyway. This is 174 words long, which may make it a bit long, but it still fits with the parameters of a paragraph.

"You are a sweet and kind young woman who has been through more than any one person should do, but still has the strength and pride that a lot of people don't. You're talented, funny, and if I like you, which I do, you must be something special. You have your talents, and you have your success. You let what happened to you shape you in to a good person, when it could have easily destroyed you. You took the time to talk to me, which, again, is more than most. You're able to see who a person really is, and that is a rare and beautiful talent. Even if you care sometimes about what other people might think, you still do what you want to do, you don't let other people stop you from being you. You're wonderful, which makes that a very good thing to do, and a good way to live. I truly believe you could do anything you set your mind to, even smile at something I said to you."

Her response? Dawwwwwwww. And she confirmed that I made her smile. So, I proved a woman wrong. I'm not sure which one, because this is one of those chain mail statuses I usually avoid, but I proved there are still nice and sweet guys out there.

And that I fucking rule. Fuck yeah. I won.

I've done things like this a few times really. I can only remember doing it once in public though. I can not bear to see a person put themselves down. The only time I remember doing it in public was when I left a comment on NellieVaughn's blog. I'm too tired to find the actual post, plus she never replied anyway. I'd offer to say something about you, but it would sound the same as everything else so it's not really worth it. Plus there are some people I just don't know enough.

P.S I am the greatest man that ever lived.

P.P.S I'm single.

Tuesday, 7 August 2012

I Turned Off Automatic Facebook Posts For This

This could get incredibly personal and emotional, and to be honest I'll be surprised if I post it. It's not the "story I'll never tell" but it is related to it, and frankly I should probably tell that story first to give some proper background, but oh well.

I was talking to a friend recently about how she's not very good with intimacy. Be it emotional or physical. She's not fond of being touched and doesn't really like terms of endearment. She has her reasons, that are hers, and I'm going to honour her privacy (fuck I hope she doesn't kill me just for alluding to her) and just say that really I can understand why she is the way that she is. I could have ended up like her too. When I was younger I was very cold. I actually still am. I know most of you probably see me as some kind of lovable and romantic guy, who cares a great deal about everyone, and everything, but I'm really not. If something doesn't directly affect me, or someone I know, then I generally won't care. I could comfortably shrug off half of the world's population suddenly dying. If everyone but people I knew died, I could just be all "Hey, at least we're alive. Now, who wants to help me repopulate?". I changed though, of course. You must know a lot of the mental and emotional abuse I suffered at school, and probably how quiet and reserved I was when I was younger. I was used to feeling like nothing. Like no one really cared about me. I went through a lot more than that that made me unable to be touched as well. When I was with my first girlfriend pretty much all the intimate stuff was me to her. She felt bad about that sometimes but she knew why I was the way I was.

I felt like nothing, and that I had nothing to give to the world. I hated feeling like that, and I resolved that no one should ever have to feel like I did. I always wanted to close off my heart to protect myself, but I would always open it to let people in, because I wanted to let them in to my heart if no one else would let them in to theirs. If anyone ever felt like they weren't loved, or wanted, then I resolved to never hide that I wanted them around, that my life was better with them in it. I didn't want anyone to feel as lonely and dejected as I had felt. I mean it, if I take the time to talk to you, if I care about you, then I really mean it. Someone in this world likes you, and if it happens to be me, then it happens to be me. I don't mind telling someone that I like them, I don't mind complimenting someone, I've even ranted at people about all their good points before just because they thought they were worthless. There is value in every body. Even a worthless piece of crap like me. I don't mind telling you I like you, I don't mind telling you how beautiful you are, and I'm serious when I do it.

The only thing I won't do is tell you that I'm in love with you. No one needs my love. It's tainted, and it just leads to trouble and misery for the both of us. I guess that hearkens back to the post I made before about caring about someone so much you won't want to hurt them in the future. I'm protecting you from me, as well as from yourself. If there are people out there who don't like you, and seem to want to hurt you, then they don't deserve you, and they aren't worth your time. You're worth all the time in the world to me though.

Monday, 6 August 2012

Sweetest Comment Evar

This post isn't all about a nice comment I got, I just couldn't think of a title. For now it's just the same old round up post it's always been on a Monday, and you'll have to wait until I get to the post in question for the comment. Don't worry, it won't take long.

Tuesday was a post that actually never got a title. It is a mystery. Well actually it's just that I forgot to give it one, and when I realised it didn't have one I thought to myself "Well, it's untitled now. Plus I can't really think of one." It was a classic from me, with confusion and conflict all over the place. I guess the simplest way to sum it up is that it was about how we can choose to hurt a person now to save them a later heartache because we care about them too much, and then the second part was about how that's stupid because it's not up to you to decide that, and sometimes people are willing to bet on your good side, and that you won't hurt them.

Wednesday was another two parter post. The first part was about how Jessica had stayed the night before, and we did what we always do (eat pizza and get drunk) and the second part was about an old friend of mine called Holly. We used to talk all the time a few years ago. It was also back during my nocturnal phase so it didn't matter she was six hours behind, she still sometimes went to bed before I "did. As much as I would love to fawn over this post, this is the post that had the uber sweet comment on. I told her about the blog, and about this post, and she read it herself. She left a comment as a guest and now I'm going to share that comment with yall.

"Mark, I never left you. I just wasn't able to get in touch with you. You have always been a true friend. I have never had to lie, or impress you. I will be going off to college next year, and hopefully I get in RWCMD, and be able to spend all the time I can with you! And maybe even Jessica, if she likes me (: You are a great person Mark, I will never leave you in spirit"


Ain't she just the sweetest? <3 span="span">


Thursday  was my latest podacst. Which is now broken. Even though it didn't get many comments, it still got 16 hits so I guess people are listening but not commenting, or just downloading and listening in their own time. I'd write about it but like I said it's broke. I had to reupload it so that I could share it with Holly.


Friday  I weighed in on the Chick-Fil-A situation. Like a lot of other people. I was taking a stance they weren't though. One I thought would get me hatemail. It didn't :( I'm beginning to think I can just say anything now and people will agree with me. Though I do have some more controversial views that people won't agree with. They aren't agreeing with my view necessarily, just my arguments. I can say out there things because I can back up what I say. So what was my stance? Basically I just took the middle ground, and stood for true freedom of speech. I told people to stop attacking Chick-Fil-A, and to stop using the situation for their own personal gain. Everyone is entitled to an opinion, and you should attack their arguments, not the people who make them. At the very least, you can ignore them, and have faith that your side will win in the end. When people are afraid to say what they think in case they get attacked for it, that's not free speech. Anyway for more on it, just read the post.


Saturday I posted another chapter in Immortal Space where I revealed Geoff's (current) age and why he spells his name with a G, and not Jeff, like most Americans do. 


Last but not least we have Sunday which was a few scenes from the good old fashioned British comedy Red Dwarf. Which I guess isn't as old fashioned any more because it's coming back for a new series soon. 


Well that's that for now. But before I go I do have a quick announcement to make. Like most bloggers, I am about to embark on a holiday. I will be gone all of next week, from Saturday. I hope to do some writing while I'm gone, like I did last year, and I will schedule a weeks worth of posts. Which is something I haven't done in months. I know I'm going to get bored, and load up google reader on my phone to read blogs, but it won't let me comment on them. So, while I may be reading, I will not be commenting while I'm gone. I'll also still be around properly until then of course. 


One downside of going away is that it makes me realise how few clothes I have. 

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