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Haven't posted in a while so thought I'd give it a go.
Got a BMX, my room is looking fit these days and I can hear my lighter in the washing machine.

We have the QWERTY keyboards because of typewriters. It as specifically designed to slow you down from typing in those days. ABCDE was seen as too easy, and the vowels too close - before it was even in production - typewriters 'would have crashed'. QWERTY is seen as illogical and erratic and technology is moving beyond keyboard, will QWERTY survive?

Probably, "Human computer interface research has shown recently that people actually like to think and type, not think and speak. When people are given the option to speak they have a much harder time organising their thoughts," - Dan Dixon.

However in a 1000 years we probably won't even be physical entities any more, just stuck on a CD living out themes with scenarios, senses, myths, families etc pretty much just like now, except aware of it. Or not?

I didn't know what else to write because apart from going out a lot nothing has really happened apart from going back to uni, I need a hobby. Hope you're good!

music makes me move more

Some top songs I've loved over the years.













And my all time fave;

She's a monster, a beautiful monsterrrr - and I don't mind.

Finally got my computer back again, apparently a faulty RAM which is probably code for too much porn and not enough legal downloading.

I've come to realise I'm a bit of a drifter socially, not the kinda guy to stick to just one group of friends. I've had the same friends for years - 8 years in one case, so I'm pretty happy drifting as I love them loads and know them well, a bit bohemian.

Me being gay is the current trend atm, people keep asking questions bout it like who do I go for, what's it like. It's fun, I can be taboo about it - and everyone needs a bit of that. But it's over-rated. It's like when you say a word so many times it begins to lose meaning - say bread in your head for 2 minutes. So I'm like 'Am I gay?', 'What does it mean?' - well I'd like to think I wasn't gay, just living, but I'm deffo not into lady parts - I dunno if I couldn't fall in love with a woman, separating the mental from the physical. Nor do I care that much. And at the moment I'm just drifting through guys, I don't really have the time or heart.

Errmm after a near giving up experience I still smoke, passed my resit exam, settled into our new house and got a cat. Work are beginning to suspect I have an addiction to Sprite. Read someone else's blog and didn't like it and I expect to be drunk at least 2 times a week until Christmas where the money gets spent on presents :).

Nothing too intense in this post. Cba - just want pizza and coke but wanted to express myself in here because I just got my hair cut and now chilling out till I go on the lash.

Un-posted blogs...

Here are some blogs I gave up posting, or edited and lost interest. Much like my readers =]

Okay so a prime example would be this.
People who take themselves too seriously, the system as objective and presume you need to be within education to be 'smart'

Spontaneous writing:

Alphabet Beat Card Deaf 'Effegram' Fuck Grave High Indigo Joker Killer Love Monster Nice Opiate People Queen Restraint Sex Tough Universal Vice Wanker 'Xamine' You Zebra

Random Short Story:
Three passwords led to the kindgom of darkness, beyond the wasteland. She looked at the Ocra, a big giant gray Griffin and bowed in respect as he acknowledges her ignorance. He flew off in the opposite direction. She tood up and began her path.

Very briefly. After watching the catchy advert for Ben and Jerry's
Fair trade is not free trade. Fair trade is is simply 'giving a better deal to the farmers in 2nd and 3rd world countries.' It still acts within protectionism which means that the State's still have tariffs on imported goods coming into their country. This contrasts with free trade which is the removal of boundaries and promotes a more universal world through free trading and workers.

So fair trade is the friendly face of trade, legitimating the rich getting richer. Fair trade food is more expensive, so the profit is not subject to the minor increase wages which would probably only raise their standard of living to - barely adequate. Whereas the Elite countries enjoy a free trade system to tighten their relations and capitalise freely on what we buy from other States.

Also typically the 3rd and 2nd world Governments don't enforce this exchange, there is no minimum wage, civil rights, or human rights acts like in Britain.

Summer time!
Time to stop putting structures and theories into motion,
Stop complaining about things that don't really matter, but do but no-one says it.
Take every day as it comes
Time to drop some acid and sit on a carousel in the middle of a park filled with flowers and homos.

Imagine having one less leg. You weren't ran over, or chainsaw massacured, it just so happened that the universes intentions were that you lacked a leg. Left or right this aint about politics. Either way you grew up with one leg. Kids at school used to ask why you lacked a leg, you dunno. Some of them used to point and laugh or trip you up but that didn't really hurt, you knew what to expect so you rose above it. As you grew older you saw that provisions were made, you are defined as the one with one leg, it's one of the first things that pops into people's minds when they see you. Presume that it is very obvious to everyone that you are missing a leg, even strangers. Even if you think you've hidden it, in your mind you're aware that they may or may not know. You know that people with two legs don't think that, why would they, they can feel and see that they do as can everyone else, and everyone is so used to seeing people with 2 legs that it would be un-natural to say 'oh you ahe two legs' unless they lived their lives with only seeing few, it's still more accepted than seeing somone with 3 legs.

Take this out a little bit, imagine you had some sort of physical deficiency that you and others were very aware of. It's not socially acceptable to laugh at it, but you prefer to make a joke than to sit in dismay. Some people might think 'well I don't judge a book by it's cover' but you do, that's why we have senses and emotions. To view things and determine. Intelect and diversity is what has made physical differences more accepted. Although some people will be very intellegent and have met many kinds of humans and still judge in an oposing manor to the national consensus of what is acceptable and what isn't. That's no-one's problem, just a fact of life. I argue that those without legs see the wider picture of society in it's colours than those that fit into a typical order.

*writer's block*

Imagine we all live our lives with our own individual veil of perception. The way you do and react to things and people is determined by your experiences or lack of. No consensus on

You don't need fresh air where we are going,
This grass is cleaner, and more colourful than any green from your place

There is no state;
No love no hate;
No destiny no fate;
We just exist, mate.

The clock clicks;
Click clock, click, clock,
We don't see time

The stars, the ocean, the grass, the sun;
Only they have all the fun;
We sit, we sleep, we shit, we weep;
The sun warms up the ocean as they laugh at our heap.

connected to the interdweeb

must listen while reading

Jeff Noon. Blackberry. Logic3. LG. Unbranded and Next. Standby. Etcha sketcha, megazord and Buddha. Eye painting. BT broadband. Dettol and an umbrella. Bach Cello Suite No. 1 Prelude and 2 elastic bands. Socks. Microphone. Mouse and keyboard. 12:57. Coco Pops. Speakers. 17", 19". Rubix cube and R2D2. Amoxicillin. Manchester Cars. Staff members numbers and Flatron l734s. Google. Porn. Facebook. YouTube. Nike 6.0's. Iron Man 2, sexy back and Shit Happens. Manhattan Morning, Format, and the Amazing Spiderman. British Political Development notes and Nymphomation. A pen. A desk. A wardrobe. A droor set and a bed. A tin robot and a tiny dinosaur. Magnets. Headphones. Keys. Blank CDs. Anti-bacterial hand gel. A grocery list. The end of a a plug. PS2 games. HP and Hi-grade. Dictionary of political thought. Viz. Myself.

Sprite!

So, moved into my new house on a street with a handwritten sign. It's wicked.
Got our cat. Internet. Life sorted, apart from rent :|.
Right now I'm listening to Royksopp while the sun blares in my face and the rainbow maker is at it's element.
I've been drawing in this average Summer days to kill time because I'm so poor;







I've only been out a handful of times since everyone's away. But the last time I went out I was so menched I stared at a mirror for ages thinking I was being looked at, walked home alone yet woke up with someone.
I've been having some amazingly vivid dreams lately. I've almost quit smoking. And I still hate everything secretly.