Weblog critique
Recent comments about the quality of my site, and the superiority of Damian's weblog have lead me to little conclusion, that the whole process of Damian's prose relies on the ancient art of shit-sliging, this is not a deliberate approach, far from it, it all stems from Damian's own personality being incredibly ultra-bitchy; it does however explain why my site lacks so much these days, it's the fact that I'm finding it harder and harder to truly rant or rave about anything; oh, it's true that being human I have the innate ability to bitch about anything which happens to "get my goat" so to speak, but as annoying as many things (just standing in the middle of town yesterday gave me a great feeling of disgust, which had ridden on the back of a feeling of joy weirdly enough) seem to me (still), I think deep down I'm beginning to realise the utter uselessness that is the whole act of "that sucks, this doesn't suck as much, my idea's better" is, it just doesn't have the same tug any longer, a tug none the less that will continue to affect me throughout my life (culminating in many more rants, each, more than likely, more useless and dumb-arsed than the last), but at heart I know it doesn't matter, just because one thing seems better than t'other right now, and especially to me, doesn't mean it is.
Please feel free to ignore everything I ever say, I mean, without my old rantyyness it'll probably never be that interesting anyway, but it's guaranteed to contain at least 50% more bullshit. ;)
Once upon a fine line..
Bad days seem to come out of the blue; now I don't mean the usual bad days in which things just keep hitting your with fecal matter until you wreak of the stuff, no these bad days are the ones in which nothing goes right on a more fundamental level: nothing goes right in your head, and it just affects the world around you in the worst of manners.
Perhaps if I explain the latest occurrence, today, things may appear clearer.
Last night today seemed to have all the usual makings of a good day, Sunday, possibility for a nice lunch, see Andrea, see a film; but alas, from the moment I woke up, I was in a fowl mood, which is no-one's fault but my own, just wish I knew why myself!
The bad mood jeopardised the day, but despite my trying to keep a cap on other snipes, it grew until I just felt like crap, on top of this a cold began to strike at my immune system and make matters worse.
I repeat, whole heartedly, that this was no-one else's fault, I was just in a bad mood, and bad mood's make you hurt those around you, even when that's he last thing you want.
To everyone, sorry, especially Andrea.
Geek heating
Looks like I'm coming down with a cold, we shall see; in the meantime my body temperature's dropped like a politician's trousers, and since the radiators don't appear to be doing the trick I've set my PowerBook off doing some program compiling, which should get it heated up nice and toasty.
In other news: don't even think about going to see Peter Pan, please just don't, save yourself from the mental anguish and heart ache (not to mention heart burn).