Just Because

This is a new blog post. Just. Because.

virtual reality

so apparently there is a website called secondlife where you can live online. people spend 30 hours a week playing it. I kind of want to go and yet I am kind of afraid. if I am able to achieve my true identity as dark avenging superhero online -- well that sounds addictive!

george knows types who live online. they don't go out cos they're battling the vampire. they pause only for another bowl of cereal or marijuana.

sometimes you gotta change your template

this green template is bringing me down. I must get me a new one. so many choices, each of them wrong in some subtle way. lets see. minima? rounders? ms moto? jellyfish.

spineless jellyfish. ah that takes me back. I've had the chance to observe the young lately. now that I'm not one of them, I can observe, from the outside so to speak. anyway, I'm fascinated yet horrified by what I see. it's not just the ridiculous fashion sense -- I mean oversized sunglasses and anorexia are probably better than the many fashion atrocities of my era of which stirrup pants were the least offensive -- it's the overwrought earnest angsty hormonal self involvement. I accidentally caught about 7 min of THS Lindsay Lohan on E! and thought, wtf?

it seemed the appropriate non-response. watched a movie last night the message of which was live dammit live. the underlying message was, hey living is pretty strenuous why not let us do the living for you and you can just watch. its true watching is more convenient. but then you're exposed to fox news and their obsession with rosie o'donnell.

the truth is infectious

anger is a toxin that dirties the blood but also makes you funny. lately I've come to the conclusion that I have a little too much rage inside me and that it is manifesting itself in unacceptable ways, like being an asshole and spinning out about the dishes. "why do you always have to blame someone?" asked george. why indeed. but secretly

a new post for a new year

2007 and the living is fairly easy so why am I still grumbling and dissatisfied? like every other blogging fuck in the world. I have read some good blogs and I have read some bad blogs. most of them are bad. over privileged twentysomethings going on about their lost dog, or their dairy allergy, or their wicked ski trip. boooooooooooring. try using a bit of imagination in your posts if you want me to read them. your comfy cushy life is not interesting on its own. a little pain please? a little passion? or have your antidepressants smoothed your corners so much that you slip through life like a well oiled poo through an intestine?

sometimes I wonder

if I'm not fooling myself. if everything I believe is a lie. if the people who are closest to me are lying to me not just about little things like shagging slutty asian bimbos but big things like who they are and their capacity to lie about shagging slutty asian bimbos and their love for me. perhaps love is the wrong word because when you read about love you think something other than the capacity to tolerate someone (the "loved one") and their many faults for years on end.

then I repress these unpleasant possibly paranoid thoughts via vigorous housekeeping or having a smoke and manage to get on with my life for another wee while until the thoughts come again.

disgusting

how having a clean nest puts me in a good mood. my dorsal plates are itchy.

this avian flu. as a reptile I am most disturbed by it, seeing as how birds are my very close relatives. what? you say with surprise. birds and reptiles related? and yet if you only look at the disgusting scaly feet of your average fowl, the beady eye, the scaly red wattle, the feathers which are only modified scales, it is all too obvious. that's why people say alligator tastes like chicken. alligator is chicken's cousin.

here's the other thing. the french have a dish which is made of cockscombs. snails, I can handle. even foie gras which if you think about it is disgusting. but cockscombs. that droopy thing on the top of a birds head. it's enough to drive you straight into the arms of those braying retards at fox news.