Housemates are great
…As soon as you earn their trust.
And trust me, tea and korma will seal the deal. Albeit in a rather runny coconuty way.
in other news people are raping my artwork and posting it on facebook! Dude! not cool. Just, y'know, let me know sometime… Otherwise I have much less to brag about.
And I know I havn't posted lately. The sad truth is I lost my funny, it climbed out of the window while I was lying in a revision induced coma on the floor. And on top of that the bastard took my wallet… Still, with my funny gone there was no other option than to resort to my grump. Unfortunately m grump is rather scatterbrained and never finished anything. So here are tasty snippets of verbalised irritation you missed through lack of completion:
Sometimes life feels so stagnant and insipid. It's hard to pinpoint the exact cause of this unease, this misericordia. That is until you realise that the world is retarded. That underlying unrest in your soul is probably thinly veiled despair. And as you watch it shifts and contorts into all manner of unspeakable abominations only just visible in the periphery of your vision. Surely the only reason for the daily ennui is a mere loss of stimulus? Elusive despite the constant unresting search.
Quite frankly humans piss me off right now and the whole complacent society that they have wrapped around themselves. It seems to leach even into your body numbing the senses. There's a distinct lack of intellectual turnover it would seem. As is often commented about money, sometimes you have to spend it to make more of it. And as with money, you havn't got all that long to do anything with it, 80 years if you're lucky and live carefully. nowadays it's commonplace to see people drop down dead at only 40–45. Most people reading this will be in their early 20s, essentially 50% gone already, and what have you achieved so far?
And this information turnover is echoed in generations. Society relies on the amassing of information and then its accurate conveying to the next generation, essentially the propagation of intellectual memes. And, as in the more conventional genetics, this must occur as a transfer from the 'parent' to the 'child', from the 'learned' to the 'nieve'. Each new generation is a fresh clean slate, ripe with the benefits that that brings, such as new ideas and enthusiasm. But all that is of little use if it has nowhere to start. We don't need people rediscovering the wheel or language, millions of generations have already perished to get us this far and it's such a waste not to build upon it.
As much as I would like to believe that God lives in a trailer somewhere, always burns the toast and is a bit "Who?! What?! Me?!", He isn't. If there is a God up there somewhere, he is most definitely beyond our comprehension at a seriously mind–melting extreme; on a scale with toothpicks at one end and God at the other (and IKEA instruction booklets somewhere in between). God's logic and reasoning is so far beyond our plane of understanding that to take in a fraction of it would reduce our brains to the consistency of rather runny brie that would promptly vacate the premises via our eye sockets. Or ears, or both, whatever, I'm just attempting to get a sense of scale and perspective here. Omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, infallible, existing before and beyond time itself. Think about it. Awesome and infinite. God is the ultimate mystery, the unknown. And yet, despite this you celebrated His birthday a few months ago in a rather mundane setting with your auntie Agatha and a turkey. Now that strikes me as rather strange, but I don't let it bother me because chances are it doesn't bother Him. God has better stuff to be doing than measure his life in mere years… right? I mean it's not that large a leap of thought to assume that He Who Created The Void And All Therein is not too concerned about whose turn it is to cook the stuffing right?
Right. Now that bundle of wonderful is going to have to keep you going for an entire week while I jet of to Milan to talk style with fashionistas (read: "Scotland for family stuff") And along the lines of fashion anyone who wants to hire one of my ballgowns should seriously get in contact sometime soon if they want to try them all and prance about in heels. It's what I make them for. :)