Retirement No, not of me, but of this blog. Looking back on it, I realise that this blog represents me at a certain period of time in my life, and I could continue with this, but my identity (my persona?) is radically different now. I'll still blog (and likely still as sporadically as now) but I'm going to transfer over to a new blog that better reflects me. I'm still going to keep this up, if for no other reason than to revisit all the funny stuff that people have said in transit.  ¶ 2:37 PM 0 Comments

  It's a brand new day, yeah the sun is high, all the angels sing, because YOU'RE GONNA DIE

I love this song, not just because of its empowering undertones, but also because of its ability to make me feel good no matter what. As sadistic or macabre as it may sound to the uninitiated (that's those of you who don't actually know the context of this song) it's a great tune, with fantastic replay value.

Lyrics;

This appeared as a moral dilemma
Cause at first it was weird though I swore to eliminate
The worst of the plague that devoured humanity
It's true I was vague on the how
So how can it be that you
have shown me the light?

It's a brand new day
And the sun is high
All the birds are singing
That you're going to die
How I hesitated
Now I wonder why
It's a brand new day

All the times that you beat me unconscious, I'll forgive
All the crimes incomplete, listen, honestly I'll live
Mr. Cool, Mr. Right, Mr. Know-It-All is through
Now my future's so bright and I owe it all to you
Who showed me the light

It's a brand new me
I've got no remorse
Now the water's rising
But I know the course
I'm going to shock the world
Going to show Bad Horse
It's a brand new day

And Penny will see the evil me
Not a joke, not a dork, not a failure
And she may cry but her tears will dry
When I hand her the keys to a shiny new Australia

It's a brand new day
Yeah, the sun is high
All the angels singB
Because you're gonna die

Go ahead and laugh
Yeah, I'm a funny guy
Tell everyone goodbye
It's a brand new day

courtesy songmeanings.net, which is from where I blindly copied said lyrics.  ¶ 12:47 PM 0 Comments

  Women Women are the most beautiful creatures on the Earth.
Not just physically, although a case could be made for that. A woman's smile can make a person's day, her warmth can make any problem seem less daunting,and her confidence can make you reach for the impossible. The beauty that lies in having such abilities is just...wonderful.
I'm not just talking about girlfriends and spouses. Mothers, sisters, cousins, friends, daughters; I pity the man who has not a single woman in his life, for I cannot being to imagine the wretched life he must be living.
I apologise to all women out there who have men that don't fully appreciate their abilities. Men who beat you, who ignore you, who toy with your emotions, who don't understand what a gift they have, I apologise on their behalf.
This is not to say there are bad apples among women. There are women who lie, cheat, and steal, women who use limited skills to go far, women who in general give the gender a bad name. Then there are the ones who (unwittingly, perhaps) promote the literature and media that portrays them in a negative light. And the ones who choose to be miserable, thereby making others miserable around them. There's loads of faults that women have.
But they're still beautiful creatures, just because of all the good they do. A woman can make a guy's life go from good to fantastic, and that outweighs all.
There is no point to this entry (when is there ever with my entries, right?). I just felt the need to show my appreciation for all the wonderful women I've known through the years. Some of them have accomplished extraordinary things, and others are clearly destined for greatness, but every one of them has helped me become a better person. If there is greater beauty anywhere, I fear I wouldn't be able to handle it.
That's all.  ¶ 7:09 PM 0 Comments

  Life's a game of inches I don’t know what to say, really. Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives. All comes down to today, and either, we heal as a team, or we're gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play. Until we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And, we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell... one inch at a time. Now I can't do it for ya, I'm too old. I look around, I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I've made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I, uh, I've pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's ever loved me. And lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know, when you get old, in life, things get taken from you. I mean, that's... that's... that's a part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin' stuff. You find out life's this game of inches, so is football. Because in either game - life or football - the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team we fight for that inch. On this team we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when add up all those inches, that's gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing! Between living and dying! I'll tell you this, in any fight it's the guy whose willing to die whose gonna win that inch. And I know, if I'm gonna have any life anymore it's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch, because that's what living is, the six inches in front of your face. Now I can't make you do it. You've got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think ya going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. Your gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it your gonna do the same for him. That's a team, gentlemen, and either, we heal, now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That's football guys, that's all it is. Now, what are you gonna do?

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  Uberhero of the blog: Return of the poster   ¶ 10:50 AM 0 Comments

  A beautiful scene from LOST A little background...Desmond, the man making the call, was exposed to a strong jolt of electromagnetism that jarred his conscoiusness loose in time, meaning he's oscillating back and forth between 1996 and 2004. A physics professor tells him that he'll die of a brain aneurysm unless he can find a Constant, something present both in 1996 and 2004, and make contact with it. Desmond chooses Penny, the love of his life. He finds her in 1996, asks for her phone number, and promises not to call her for 8 years (they're recently broken up at this point, and that's a whole new can of worms, but it has to do with Penny's father telling Desmond he's not worth a glass of scotch, let alone his daughter). She gives her number, and in 2004, on a boat in the middle of God-knows-where (another can of worms), he calls her, knowing that if she doesn't answer, he will die.

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  Seeing as how it's exam time The song's to motivate.
The video's to help with the forced withdrawal.



Enjoy! And yes, this means I'll be updating more often from now on.  ¶ 7:00 PM 0 Comments