Wednesday, January 20, 2010

186. Same Same But Different

The world's still a dark cold place, and full of people who watch Twilight and listen to Miley Cyrus. Nothing's changed. As we speak, legions of Avatards grow, with hundreds of new minions making Tsahaylu, the bond, each day. By 4 pm, December 12, 2011, approximately 1/3 of the world's population will be speaking Na'vi and have had their skin colour surgically altered to permanent blue. Roughly two months later, a quarter of that number would've been killed trying to plug their ponytails in the orifices of numerous wild animals while attempting to ride them or by jumping out of a plane over a rain forest without a parachute. Fret not, they shall be one with Eywa.

It still rains shit on good days, and on other days we get menfolk who think that the combination of a shirt tucked into a pair of shorts that go way up and shoes worn with socks is morally acceptable clothing (sorry guys, not unless you subscribe to Paedo's Weekly). There are still people who answer the telephone in the cinema. There are still people who cut queues or stand up before the plane stops. And people who think that Liverpool are a good side and that Arsenal have a chance of winning the league this year.

There are still 5-day working weeks that aren't quite 5-day working weeks and old bullshit packaged new and shiny. There are still those who suffer from an inflated view of themselves and those who make it possible.

It's all the same really. Only it's different.

Sunday, January 17, 2010


This blog is dying in the new decade huh. It was once short on money and long on time. Dying as young anger and meditated fight are leaving this space. The travel of time sands your edge. Enthused imagined ideals lingers and only hopeful bursts in spurts. A star no more but well rounded to fit into a circle hole in the house of blocks.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

185. Twenty Ten

Well, this post is pretty long overdue. Heck, this blog's been pretty much dying a slow and lonely death, all out here on its own, save for the posts of a dodgy Arsenal supporter suffering from delusions of grandeur in terms of that sodding team's title winning chances.

So anyway, happy belated new year folks, hope all is well with you all. Remember how lucky you guys are out there considering the turn of events around the world. So be happy, be merry, say hey nonny, nonny. Do what you can, when you can. Walk the Good Path, and keep your eyes clear and your hearts full.

Good Night and Good Luck