Saturday, August 05, 2006
post on request
on request and encouragement from my good friend who shall remain nameless, tom adams, i have decided to write this latest entry in my ever increasing in size blog.
i have been in a fairly predictable routine for the last week or so, my days have been filled with reading catch-22, which has earned my appreciation, playing football manager, which i am getting more and more addicted to, (yesterday that is all i did, stopping only for a quick lunch which i stuffed down my throat so i could get back to the game asap, i am even conversing the best tactics and players to buy with my friends, the best training methods also), trying to learn to play 'blowing in the wind-bob dylan' on the guitar, which is infurating, (causing regular vocal outbursts of expletives in anger), and brings an unnecessary and unwanted pain to the tips of my fingers. however i must persevere with the guitar, if i am going to learn it will be hard work so i must stick to the task and practice regularly.
last night i was king of the table football table, i was rattling them in from every imaginable area of the field and from every imaginable angle: acute, obtuse, reflex, right angles, i had them all in my repotoir. the opposition could not deal with the venom of my shots, the intrecate passing, the shimmys and the dummys, the one two's, the balls down the sides, the long diagonals, the clipped balls into feet, the driven shots, the curled shots, the chipped shots, the floated crosses, the whipped crosses, the cryff turns, the hand's of God, the slide tackles, the sliding blocks, the block tackles, the ariel domination at the back, the solid midfield 5, the relentless pressure and the other thngs i have overlooked in this breif summary.
i have finished my painting, an absolute masterpiece considering my experience of painting. well its not actually that good but i will keep it anyway. its here with me now, just to my left, drying as i write. its a landscape of the sea and the sky. possibly the pacific but i havent decided yet.
my complaint to the NHS has gone through at last and i am waiting for their response, in all probability it wont be a very co-operative or helpful response but i have plenty of time to make this complaint properly so thats what i intend to do.
i was speaking to someone who intensely angered me with their topic of conversation beause of the complete un-importance of it. they were talking about hair and what they were doing with theirs and what i was doing with mine, facial hair what they were doing with theirs and what i was doing with mine, about clothes, which ones they liked and which shops were good to get them from and 'fashion'. it doesnt matter, its not important, so many people are obsessed with their hair and clothes and material issues its crazy and i hate it. and by doing this, buying these clothes, rich business owners get richer and the child labour continues. what makes it worse is that i used to be one of the main culprits and contributing factors.
i have been in a fairly predictable routine for the last week or so, my days have been filled with reading catch-22, which has earned my appreciation, playing football manager, which i am getting more and more addicted to, (yesterday that is all i did, stopping only for a quick lunch which i stuffed down my throat so i could get back to the game asap, i am even conversing the best tactics and players to buy with my friends, the best training methods also), trying to learn to play 'blowing in the wind-bob dylan' on the guitar, which is infurating, (causing regular vocal outbursts of expletives in anger), and brings an unnecessary and unwanted pain to the tips of my fingers. however i must persevere with the guitar, if i am going to learn it will be hard work so i must stick to the task and practice regularly.
last night i was king of the table football table, i was rattling them in from every imaginable area of the field and from every imaginable angle: acute, obtuse, reflex, right angles, i had them all in my repotoir. the opposition could not deal with the venom of my shots, the intrecate passing, the shimmys and the dummys, the one two's, the balls down the sides, the long diagonals, the clipped balls into feet, the driven shots, the curled shots, the chipped shots, the floated crosses, the whipped crosses, the cryff turns, the hand's of God, the slide tackles, the sliding blocks, the block tackles, the ariel domination at the back, the solid midfield 5, the relentless pressure and the other thngs i have overlooked in this breif summary.
i have finished my painting, an absolute masterpiece considering my experience of painting. well its not actually that good but i will keep it anyway. its here with me now, just to my left, drying as i write. its a landscape of the sea and the sky. possibly the pacific but i havent decided yet.
my complaint to the NHS has gone through at last and i am waiting for their response, in all probability it wont be a very co-operative or helpful response but i have plenty of time to make this complaint properly so thats what i intend to do.
i was speaking to someone who intensely angered me with their topic of conversation beause of the complete un-importance of it. they were talking about hair and what they were doing with theirs and what i was doing with mine, facial hair what they were doing with theirs and what i was doing with mine, about clothes, which ones they liked and which shops were good to get them from and 'fashion'. it doesnt matter, its not important, so many people are obsessed with their hair and clothes and material issues its crazy and i hate it. and by doing this, buying these clothes, rich business owners get richer and the child labour continues. what makes it worse is that i used to be one of the main culprits and contributing factors.
# posted by mac daddy @ 3:09 AM 
