The other night I did something I've done dozens of times over the years. I went, after a bit of hunting about and deciding, to download a program file from CNet.com. Always cool no viruses blah blah.
Well me again with another non TG type Bloggy thing, But to put it simply I just found this cool in a learn n grow type sense. Young kiddie with a dream and a bit of get up n go. I don't know the car at all but that don't matter. I guess you could insert the equivalent semi cool little thing from your local neck of the neighbourhood. But Fiero schmero this is just a cool story of a 12 yo girl going for something and not caring all that much that it aint super girly. Makes me smile that's fer sure.
Okay it's a given I wuz a weird kid. Anyway, see I was poking about on various forums I visit and came across this one. It has absolutely nuthin' to do with TG but is pure Rock n Roll in the classic sense. A tribute to Deep Purple Machine Head by a bunch a contemporary guys and this one is the bees knees. That means damn good, okay.
Some may have noted I am largely absent of late. There's reasons for that, but mostly stuff I have no wish to toss out there for some vague self aggrandisement.
See I just opened the lappy and did the logging on thing and then went to do ..stuff.. and I brushed and slipped a folder from its lodgings to somewhere else. Ack, stoopid trackpad. So I open the folder and cut and paste it back where it lived. Then just for the hell of it I have a quick scan through the contents.
Now this folder is 'My Stories' file. Everything I've written, started, Blogged, had edited, it's all there. But then I come across this little file. I don't recognise it at all 19kb Oct 2010 at 1.20 am.... so I open it and...
Umm, not really, but maybe that depends on your point of view. Plus I hate that word, the 'n' one I mean. Anyway, I like to get my stuff as 'correct' as possible re grammar and language, within my own idea of real world usage and the way things flow that is. So I get the whole artistic purity, kernel of perfection don't mess with the muse thing. Even if I think the 'muse' idea a bit pretentious.
A comment on an old story. My, that's a circuit breaker in a good way. An antidote of sorts for the reality shits. You don't know. Some of you might but most don't I expect. What? Are you on something? Ummm, yeah maybe. You probably don't want any though. Well the comment maybe, assuming there's something to comment on. This is the expurgated version... good thing too I think. What??
Just wondering if anyone else is as blown away as I am by the latest Google title thingie. These are often clever and interesting, but this one... I've sat and watched it several times in simple admiration. Whoever did this one is a bloody genius.
Wonderful tribute animation, style, movement ... brilliant.
I expect a bunch of you might have to wait a few hours till it clicks over into tomorrow. Time zones huh.
It's curious, I just watched the Bond equality thing and pondered on it. Thought it was quite good actually, if a little static.
Anyway, I am aware of abuse and violence and the general low opinion that people such as myself and many here are regarded with? In? Whatever. Still it was largely academic.
It's strange one. Anyone that tries it and attempts to put feeling and emotion into it as opposed to stringing a few clichéd idealised fetishes together will I think get what I'm saying.
I've been thinking some of late. Yes, I do that. I know some may find that hard to believe, but I do. There's all sorts of little things that come together and make me wonder. Just where are we… yes 'we', going.
Ah here we go, this is one of those lunatic rambles inspired, if that's anything like the word, by various 'conversations' with several different people. It's about identity and self perception and that big little three letter word, you know the one, it's every bloody where, whether you think about it or not. I mean what is it that sells and what do your average 14 year old boys think about every 3.5 seconds or something?
Yeah well I'm like that. I get these random thoughts and they wander all over the shop and end up a million miles from the starting point so you sit and go… huh, how'd I get here.
I recently went through a bout of depression that knocked me about just a bit. Well, I did look in every now and then but I didn't comment and I didn't add anything anywhere. Just couldn't see…
Suddenly it is. Just one of those odd things to do with time zones and global positioning. I'm always a bit ambivalent about New Years. It's supposed to be a beginning, new horizons and all. With maybe a pinch of sorrow to farewell the old one and its happenings.
…that means in this case that at least in this part of the world it's Christmas day.
So, to Erin for providing the possibility…
Also Bob and Sephrena and the other quiet helpers that do and let us do what we do and make it easy.
The whole... to edit or not to edit... idea. It's a funny one and as I'm a wee bit precious about my 'babies' I've sort of steered clear to now. Being somewhat of the freeform let it flow school as opposed to the sit and proof and edit and proof and edit school it's sort of interesting to try the different approach.
OK, I'll admit this is not a particularly scientific survey. Or any sort of survey really In fact it's a seat of the skirts impression of the state of play… ie: it's my observation. But it's a question that bothers me… a little.
I do at times... take a chance I mean. My somewhat chaotic head has all sorts of thoughts and ideas that sometimes correspond with reality as most see it.
It is at times a small step, from happy, well relatively... to that grey and cold world of loneliness and despair. Tears and depression... a small step to oblivion. Some, perhaps many, will sneer...'Coward'... to which I shrug and with a small and slightly crooked smile, reply... 'Empathy'... something you obviously don't understand.
Had an unusual experience over the last week. I 'chat' via email to several people. Some daily, others every few, others occasionally. Last Saturday I sent off a couple of messages and... nothing. After a few days I was able to ask a couple of said 'chatters' here via PM..'hey what's doin'?? Huh they say... where ya been?' Or words to that effect.
It seems rather strange to realise it is not 12 months since I first had a peek in the closet. Who knows, something might fit... and what do you know... some did.
To pout or not to pout or narcissists unite or is that nutters or something..
Last week after a slightly hurtful comment exchange, which normally would not cause more than a ripple, if perhaps a little sulkiness on my part, I 'said' I was leaving.
Who cares? you may ask. Well maybe a few. Was this the response of an attention seeking, petulant drama queen? Or did the real world conspire in a dastardly manner to smack me about a bit, just for the hell of it?
Hey guys. Just posted my first little tale here; if you get a chance.
The reason for this entry is a thought that has been spinning around my tiny mind for a little while. I notice many of you wander around several sites and comment or post a discussion topic from time to time. The main 3 I peruse are FM, Saphire and now here.
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