I'm Back!

One of my little brothers toys makes noises and it is touch activated. Being in the bottom of the toy box it made a beeping sound all morning. Eventually I realised where the sound was coming from. After digging to the bottom of the toy box I picked it up, walked it outside, and then proceeded to reverse over it with my car, 4 times. It continued with the noise, so smashed it against the ground until it stopped. I thought I had won so I put it in the bin…But then I heard it again. I'm not sure if it is still making noise, or whether it is just in my head now. beeeeeeeep beeep

Clocks slow down in the night

I can never fit enough hours into one day.

So much to do, so much to be done, so little time.

In the night however, I have all the time in the world, yet I don’t want to use it;

I would feel irresponsible, even foolish, if I didn’t at least try to do what I was designed to spend half of my time on.

Designed...hehe...funny word that.

would this be better?

Dam you Darwin!

Sleep should be an act of choice. There should not be penalties for failing to indulge in the act sleep.

...and while I’m at it, DAM YOU NEWTON! DAM YOU KEPLER!

Putting laws on what I can and can’t do.

Ok, I’m sorry Kepler, you didn’t deserve that.

But Newton and Darwin, watch your back!

And with the apostrophes of the night,

I bid you adieu

sleeeep!

Sleep's a funny thing isn't it.

Nice if I could get a laugh.

goodnight

Crossroads in the Desert

The crossroads program is almost absurdly funny. It reminds me of year 10. The easy days when school was simple. Small amount of content with wide discussions and a lot of wasted time.

In contrast, we are in the middle of our journey through this desert we call the HSC. They give us textbooks to memorize and they hammer it into our sculls.

I’m not doubting the efficiency of this learning technique. We cover the content we need to know...but it restricts the mind. How can you think, how can you ponder on questions and ideas, morals and ideals, when you are desperately trying to cling to as much information as you can? Desperately trying to hold on to it and never let go...until the exam of coarse. The day after an exam I seem to forget all the formulas and all the facts that I that I spent the previous weeks trying to memorize.

So we wait for the holidays, so desperately we wait, ticking off our calendar and counting down the days (although I must say, I just zone out and wait for people to tell me it’s time off), for a chance to use and question the knowledge we have learned in the previous term.

...well we could do that, but I just got a phone call and surfs up.

adieu

Non-existent puppy

Have you met my non-existent puppy?
Probably not.
It shat on my carpet!
BAD PUPPY!

OK so....
non-existent puppy shits on my existent carpet.
there’s non-existent shit on my carpet.
I step on it with my existent shoes.
so what, its non-existent shit
but say I’m bare foot
then I’m wearing non-existent shoes
so then I’ve got non-existent shit on my non-existent shoes
then as I walk around town people are all like
"OMG! what is that non-existent smell."

It's a blog!

To blog or not to blog?
A clichéd parody of an opening leads you to believe that this isn’t going to stray far from the ordinary...but where’s the fun in that?

The dictionary defines a blog as a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page.
The dictionary tends to oversimplify everything...but in a blog!...This is my chance to elaborate to a ludicrous state, and that is exactly what I intend to do.
The process starts with a persons thought/(s). When these are gathered, the writing begins. Impulses from a persons brain move down their spine, along their arm, along the persons hand, into the persons fingers which make the muscles contract and move the bone, that presses down on a keyboard. This can be fast or slow depending on the persons typing skill, which is determined by whether the person spends a lot of time on the computer or if the person has a life. Either way, the key pressed makes an electrical impulse which run down the a cable that looks messy behind my computer, and into the tower which decrypts the electrical impulses into binary. This is then sent to the world wide web and viewed through the monitors of others.

The readers of the blog spend/waist their time reading it, and the amount of time spent lies with a paradox.
Time wasted is determined by the speed of the reader, which is determined by how much time the reader spends reading. Therefore a person who has wasted more of their life reading has more time to live their life because they spent less time reading this.

So where do you fit in?