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After The Beep     Officially Discombobulated©
The text running across my forehead....

Monday, August 30, 2004

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Absence

Absence.
I feel it in me.
The lack of it.

I used to have it.
I thought I did.
I felt it.
Sometimes I still do
When it doesn't hurt.

But now I don't know.
Was it ever real?
Did I imagine I saw it?
Did I imagine I felt it?

Now I wonder.
Was there ever any chance?
Is there still hope now?

Is it gone?


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Saturday, August 21, 2004

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Friday... Well, Saturday Haiku

Dial-up is so slow.
Drives me mad, makes me crazy.
I want my broadband!


Tired of travelling
Up and down the country and
I miss my PC.


Many things are not
As I would like them to be.
I want to change them.




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Not So Urgent, Then

So, after all the kerfuffle yesterday, I lingered around a friend's house after the club and when I got home I was feeling a little off and I was tired so I went straight to bed.

How rubbish is that?



"Sometimes the most urgent and vital thing you can do is take a complete rest." - Unknown

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Friday, August 20, 2004

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Impediment

As far as I am concerned, every part of this day from when I had to get up this morning up to around 11pm tonight is in my way. Travelling around, being at work, doing work, going home, going out to my RPG club; all of it is preventing me from getting to 11pm as soon as possible.

I only want to go to the club to see about getting my external USB hard drive (for backup) that someone there got for me, and (hopefully) get a copy of the CD writing software I don't have since I uninstalled it when the last Windows Update screwed it up. The actual role-playing can go fuck itself.

Why 11pm? I hear you ask. Because with any luck I'll get to talk to someone around that time that I need to talk to about stuff... if they actually go online, that is. They haven't for most of the week, or at least not at the same time as me.

Bah.



"It is a common delusion that you make things better by talking about them." - Dame Rose Macaulay (1881 - 1958)

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Monday, August 16, 2004

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Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit

I went to a barbeque at that weekend. It was held at the house of one of my oldest friends; me and him went to the same school, did the same geeky role-playing, that kind of thing. By random chance we happened to pick and then go to the same university. I don't seem him as much these days: he has a life, a wife, a job that keeps him very busy; and I, uh, don't. Except for maybe the last part.

The barbeques he hosts are practically the only times we get to meet up and chat, but there's only one problem with the barbeques themselves: out of the thirty-odd people there, I only really know about seven of them. The others I only know from being at the barbeques, and I can't actually remember any of their names most of the time.

Thing is, having nothing in common with these people I have nothing to talk about with them, and, as bad as it sounds, I'm not that interested in talking to them anyway. On top of all that is the fact that I'm rubbish at conversations too.

(I told Nathaly I'd do a post on this...)

The only conversations I'm good at are sad geeky ones with sad geeky people I know. Otherwise, it comes down to things like small talk, which I simply can not do. That and a shyness that is criminally vulgar tends to stymie most of my conversational gambits. Oh, and a lot of the time I'm very boring; the few things I am most interested in bores most people, and most of the things other people seem to talk about involves the stuff in their lives I know nothing about.

So, talking is generally out of the question. Which makes talking to the people I really want to talk to that much more frustrating. Especially where small talk is concerned; lots of long, silent pauses are bad. Trust me.



"Most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of witnesses." - Margaret Millar

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Friday, August 13, 2004

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Friday Haiku

These are the second versions... I lost the first ones when my currently shite net connection lost them.

My handbrake broke on
The way to work this morning.
It is all fixed now.


When will we move house?
I don't know; could be this month
Or maybe the next.


Doing nothing at
Work again; and maybe no
Working at all soon.




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Tuesday, August 10, 2004

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Turned Out Nice Again

Just to be extra boring, I have to mention the weather.

The weekend was lovely, by which I mean very sunny and very, very hot. There was the occasional breeze, though, so it wasn't all bad.

Yesterday was like karmic weather: all the bad to balance the good before it. Grey, dark, muggy and filled with extremely heavy rain. I felt my car do a bit of aquaplaning a few times on the way down to Andover; scary. Then there was the couple of times that my windows suddenly misted up for no apparent reason. Maybe I went from a region of cold air to one of hotter air or something. All in all, not fun.

Today it started grey and cold but now it's sunny again.

It's freaky, but everything points towards this being the state of affairs from now on. Weird weather will now be the norm.



"Don't knock the weather. If it didn't change once in a while, nine out of ten people couldn't start a conversation." - Kin Hubbard (1868 - 1930)

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Saturday, August 07, 2004

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Recovered

Okay, recovered a bit from all that cheerfulness yesterday.

Only a bit, though.

And thanks to those who think I'm not completely rubbish!



"The price of freedom of religion, or of speech, or of the press, is that we must put up with a good deal of rubbish." - Robert Jackson

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Friday, August 06, 2004

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Friday Haiku

Just when you think that
Things are bad, they always seem
To get much, much worse.


I want to help but
I can not work miracles.
I wish that I could.


I never give good
Advice; it always sounds like
A load of rubbish.


I'm no help at a
Distance, but I'm not much help
When I'm there either.




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Monday, August 02, 2004

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Serving The Googling Public

I looked at my page stats the other day and noticed someone had gotten to this blog after searching for "gulliver's kindgom" in conjunction with "safety". I'm happy to say my blog entry mentioning these two things ranked sixth on the Google page they got.

Glad to be of help.



"There is no safety in numbers, or in anything else." - James Thurber (1894 - 1961), New Yorker, Feb. 4, 1939, "The Fairly Intelligent Fly"

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