"that graffiti thing you did reminds me of something else but i can't remember what" - I assume you're talking about the eyeball lad? yeah he reminds me of this guy:
"what happened to his legs?" - I presume this is about the puppet. I wanted his legs to just look like puppet stuffing sorta cottony crap (as he's a mistreated puppet who broke free from his strings), but I didn't have white spray-paint so I did it red as basically my only option. Which unfortunately looks a lot like guts hanging out and is a bit gross.
So I had my first attempt at graffiti. Don't worry it's just in my garden, the green writing was some crap my sister put up years ago, not me. I definitely don't want to be one of those people who does stuff like write their name to show off. I'd only do it if it'll make the place look nicer.
I don't really know what this is but I kinda like it. I painted over it today so I can do something else later on and mum came out and was upset I was drawing over it.
She thought it was cute.
I'm sure I've linked this song before since I really like it, but I never really knew a few of the lines so I never fully appreciated it til now.
I'm not one for keeping buckets, but I don't mind the odd list or two.
For those who already know what a "bucket list" is, well you already know. For those who don't however, you should get by with just knowing that a bucket list is essentially a list of all the buckets you have and must be kept in alphabetical order according to weight.
I've never really thought too much about things I want from my life apart from kids some day, and an opportunity to raise them well. And a wife I like, not just getting married because let's face it we're both knocking on and you're running out of eggs and I'm tired of being asked why amn't I married as if I have a choice in the matter.. At least I assume that's how it gets.
I heard the other day something along the lines of, "People have kids so they can relive their lives without all the mistakes they made.". Well I don't fully agree with that, but I do think I'm pretty good, so more me's in the world can't be a bad thing.
I'm sure you agree.
Anyway, said bucket list.
I'm not going to actually keep a list, because well, then you have to do them even if you change your mind about whether you actually want to or not.
Getting to the point.
Or closer to the point at least. I'm not going to put kids/really long term things on the list as well, I can't do much about some stuff now.
1. Make some nice grafitti somewhere.
-This guy does some cool stuff that you can see along the dart line, http://www.flickr.com/photos/39626358@N02/
Obviously I wouldn't be able to make something very good, but like, something not shit would be cool.
-This video should hold your attention, stencils are amazing.
I guess it make sense I'd find graffiti cool as I do love hiphop, and they're supposed to go hand in hand. And also graffiti is just really cool.
2. Make a friggin' song that isn't shit.
- I make up crap on the piano the whole time and it's always pretty crap. I would like to put proper effort into something sometime, maybe not even a piano piece, but something. Preferably with lyrics and/or rapping..
3. Do a season skiing.
That's it so far. I nearly made a 4th saying make a program that gets used by a considerable amount of people, but I don't feel actually that strongly about that at the moment so I'll leave it off.
Smarter than girls.
This came about from our work xmas party. Towards the end of the night one of the guys in work, who happens to be the boss' son, was talking to me while we were standing near-ish the dancefloor, which was empty apart from maybe 15 guys and 6 Spanish student-chicks or something. I just assume they're all students, and Spanish. Call me racist but I'm probably right.
Anyway, presumably noticing my lack of game (was being careful as was a work night out afterall, so didn't get too drunk) he was going on about how he wished he was my age (about 5 years younger) again, and how I should be trying yada yada. He had a point I suppose, but work night, not long in the job, no regrets. So he tells me that he reckons the majority of people are less clever than us, so, with our bigger intellects, we can deduce the majority of girls are less intelligent than us. His point being that I am smarter than most girls you meet in a club. To be completely fair I won't say I think he's wrong. Most girls you meet in clubs are drunk and seemingly stupid, and although I often think that I'm a dope and feel stupid, I think that I probably am smarter than the average one.
But I'm fully retarded when I'm drunk.
I don't think retarded is a very bad thing to say.
It literally just means slow. So no offense should be taken by anyone. It's definitely one of those things where people give power to a word just by fearing it. Like Lord Voldemort.
It all boils down into how you use the word.
New York was fun.
I can now say that I've been in a Hot Air Balloon. Not exactly something that I had on my to-do list but sure we can't plan our entire lives. It was fun to do, I wouldn't exactly be rushing to get up at half 4 in the morning again to do it though.
Before doing it I'd been wondering how they steer it, I sorta assumed it could be steered by directing the heat to a side of the balloon or something like that, but no.
When we were about 50 ft off the ground I asked the guy how he steers it, and he replies I don't. We all had a little laugh and then he goes, "No seriously, I can't control which way it goes". He was a pretty sound guy. I find a lot of Americans quite abrasive but he was fortunately not one of those.
The balloon/basket looked something like this, same size-ish but less colourful.
When our one was slightly more deflated than this it looked really, really wrinkly. I made the observation, as I was obliged to by being the only male present, that it somewhat resembled a nutsack. My sisters didn't find this funny at all. They did that thing where they just ignore what I said instead of having to deal with responding to me.
The rest of the time in NY was basically chilling with the sisters and got to meet my sisters boyfriend who was lovely. It was a pretty pleasant time all in all.
I've started using grooveshark again a bit, toning down the 8tracks usage.
Here's a slick Atmosphere playlist I put together for Shane.
So I started making a tea drinking game, but I ran into an annoying problem and haven't finished it yet. Spent about 3 hours doing it, another 3 hours should have it finished if I don't spend forever fixing this one problem. BLEGH. Also, this game doesn't shut down your computer so some people will be relieved to hear that.
Although it's not too late for me to throw that into it I suppose.....
Thinking of having people over for a bit of a day-sesh in mine on Sunday. Not sure if I can do the trek of making a facebook event. I imagine enough people would be around town though so it wouldn't be too hard to get some people to stall over... What dyiz all reckon?
OH
I just realised I never did that blog that you guys picked for me.
I got 3 votes for Smarter than girls, and then 3 single votes. So I'm going to just do the smarter than girls thing out of the way now.
No.
Hold that thought.
I'll pretend it deserves it's own post (it's basically 1 paragraph) because I'm just not bothered to do it right now and I can't really remember what points I wanted to make about it, also I should sleep for work tomorrow.
First off, will get to those next posts at some stage but I want to write about this now.
Ryan linked me this picture and told me he thought I might enjoy making up a story in my head as to how this picture arose.
So I decided to write out a whole story to him, and now I'm going to share it here because I never go to effort with things unless I can blog it to the whole 5 people who read this.
Also listen to this as it is relevant to the story.
The Riverside.
So there was this pig, and his mother, a sow always told him that one day he would get to learn to swim.
But unfortunately for this pig he was born in a pig factory.
He never got to see more water than the bucket in the corner of the 2 square metre pen that he shared with his siblings.
He didn't mind too much though because he knew nothing else, and at night, after the day is over and the pigs that are going to be taken away are taken away ,
(where do they go? They don't come back)
his mother would sing him a song.
It went:
"Down by the river, by the boats,
Where everybody goes to be alone,
Where you won't see any rising sun,
Down to the river, we will run."
And so it went that every night the pig would fall asleep with this tune in his head imagining running down to a river.
He didn't even really know what a river was, but he liked the idea.
He heard it was more water than you can ever drink, and it was clean water too.
He liked that idea because usually there wasn't much water at all, and when there was it was very very dirty.
Despite the rumours that he sometimes heard the factory workers saying, pigs actually like to be clean.
His grandparents used to bathe in muck when the were allowed outside but that was because apparently there is a fire in the sky outside, so you need some way to cool down.
This little piglet always wanted to try this out. He thought it sounded great. Being outside. Seeing a fire float in the sky!
These were this thoughts as he drifts off to sleep.
And so when he dreamt, he dreamt that he was human.
He dreamt he was outside at some building, drinking some unfathomable liquid that made you feel good.
It made you happy, and carefree. And he dreamt that he was drinking it with a human woman.
In his dream he felt elated.
He had feelings he had never had before, but he noticed he wasn't completely in control of his body.
Was this was down to the drink, or maybe this was all just a dream?
This thought quickly fled his mind as the woman (because that's what human females are called this piglet knew) took his hand and brought him down to the riverside.
Sitting by the river she started to sing a song to the exact same tune as his mother would sing.
It went:
"When by the water we drink to the dregs,
Look at the stones on the riverbed,
I can tell from your eyes,
You've never been to the riverside".
And upon this last lyric he woke up again, to hear his mother continuing the tune.
"Down by the water, the riverbed,
Somebody calls you sombody says,
Swim with the current and float away,
Down by the river every day."
This thought made him feel positive today.
It was a good way to wake up.
To wake up dreaming of better places.
So he spent his day as he spent everyday, in his pen with his family, but today was positive.
Until today became different...
See sometimes mum was taken away for treatment by the human workers, and she always came back.
But today she didn't come back...
She was gone for so long and this piglet was worried. His brothers and sisters didn't seem to take much notice, but come that night they were all separated.
Each was put into a new pen with less pigs in them, but they were bigger pigs.
This piglet knew something bad had happened. He had heard that you only get to live with your mother for so long, but how could he fall asleep tonight? Where was his mother?
So for the longest time he lay there, until it was no longer night but was day again.
That day went much the same as his previous days with his family; He stayed in the pen all day.
Throughout the day he heard talk from pigs in pens nearby that his mother had been taken away, as all pigs are when they come of age.
This made piglet terribly sad since he knew in his heart, no matter what he hoped, he would never see her again.
So that night when it came time to sleep he said goodbye to his mother in his own way.
He picked up her song and added to it.
It went:
"Oh my god, I see,
How everything is torn, in the river deep.
And I don't know why, I go,
The way, down by the riverside"
And with that thought he fell asleep.
And once again he dreamt.
This time he dreamt he was by the biggest amount of water he had ever seen.
There was heat coming from the roof, it didn't look like any ceiling he had ever seen before though. He couldn't even see where it stopped!
There was some sort of natural light in the sky too. This must be the ball of fire he had heard about.
He thought to himself that even humans could have no power to turn that off!
And there were massive white curtains in the sky that could block it out, but they moved in the wind and came and went and it seemed like everything was in harmony.
As he stared at this scene he heard his mother talking from behind him.
He turned around but she wasn't there.
He was alone.
But again as he turned back to face this mass of water, he heard his mother again. She told him that now he would learn to swim.
Knowing she wasn't behind him he approached the water, thinking that this must surely be what a river was.
So much clean water could surely be nothing other than a mighty river, he certainly couldn't drink that much water anyway!
And so he ran into the water.
While there he decided now he would finish his mother's song.
It ended:
"When that old river runs past your eyes,
To wash off the dirt on the riverside.
Go to the water so very near,
The river will be your eyes and ears.
I walk to the borders on my own,
To fall in the water just like a stone,
Chilled to the marrow in them bones,
Why do I go here all alone.
Oh my god, I see, how everything is torn, in the river deep.
And I don't know why, I go, the way, down by, the riverside..
Oh my god, I see, how everything is torn, in the river deep.
And I don't know why, I go, the way, down by the riverside..
I'm sorry I've been so shit lately, but from my stats I can see nobody really reads this anymore anyway.
I write blog ideas on my phone sometimes just in notes and it seems like I for some reason think I wrote about them, but haven't. So here's some little stuff that I never bothered including anywhere.
Pick two and I promise I'll at least make some effort to write about them before Friday.
Smarter than girls.
Confliction.
Childhood stupidity.
Conversation with god.
Not everything in this magical world is what it seems.
