bah... woke up thursday about 11,00 or so, feeling shit. this was prolly cause of a personal rool stating if there's any coke in the flat, it must be done before i crash. nb: this is amongst the very few roolz upon which i impose my poor self and to which i actually listen, mostly for reasons of self-preservation: if it ain't here, ain't nothing to think about along the lines of lines and stupid things like 'pacing' and similar nonsense and so i can proceed to whatever it is i'm to do on any given day with nary a thought of whatever illicit substance virtually shouting out for me to finish it off.
and so voila! in the name of self-sacrifice, self-preservation, sanity and productivity, it was allllll gone the night before. *whispers* just like the liddle voices in my head told me to do. *proudtard*
nope, i ain't sorry at all; it's my M.O. so without any diversions to take my mind off Things To Be Done, i dragged my sorry ass to the coffeemaker and went through teh motions of my very much loved (and oldest) morning ritual of coffee-slurping whilst perusing (now it's) Twitter and the news.
fun-fact: i used to read things like
Slashdot,
Gizmodo and
New Scientist as well as scanning regular world-news but i was way more intrigued by the techie sites and the shitloads of Astronomy and Meteorology articles, most of the largest meatspace Art zines like
Art Forum (who had the presence of mind and the vision to have a presence on the 'Net before 2000). and then there were the almost daily readings of all those lovely design sites...
ADD tangent: not being a designer but loving when it's done well, it really bothers me that some of those showcases are still using what i think of as 'so totally 90s' teeny tiny fonts but that's a post i'll definitely never write. neither will i ever post my opinions of Usability guru,
Jakob Neilsen's major malfunctions. i mean, my gawd... every time i look at that horrendous, unchanged-since-Nam site of his, i can't help think he's the dude who designed eBay and since it works so well over there, welp, why bother doing anything more aesthetic for your own damn site? *mutters* he's just lucky he's already a made man cause with those ridiculous pig-ugly pages of his, there's no fucking way – i'll repeat:
no fucking way – ANYone would hire him without his fame trailing after, hanging like a shadow off his fat ass.
*cough* whoa, the venom! looking on the bright side, oh wow, y'never know where y'gonna end up when you follow the mental brick road (the one with the sign pointing off to ADD-Land). i had a point... right, with all my interests fulfilled online and writing about the stuff into which i really delved down deeply, the topics that truly fascinated me and into which i had the pleasure to research and write was a very safe manner in which to spend my time and i was way less anhedonic. but only up until election day 2K but to say more about it, leads me to politics and
'I ain't doin' it'. *in a D Wayne voice* cause then i'd never STFU.
now looking back, not in sorrow but in anger, it appears all my lovely desultory reading seems to have happened in some other lifetime (not one of mine). bummer. but after
last week? it's all (slowly but surely) seeping back in... hoorah!
fun-fact 2 (the ADD made me do it whilst proofing this damn thing): not only do i have a relatively low Slashdot user-number but i also have an even lower
Plastic member number and boy, was i all over that site from its beginning, spouting off with whatever flew into my head, whether pertinent or not. a group of idiots actually wanted to ban me (2001) but the intelligentsia won out. *preens* BTW, the above cited sites are about the only ones i neither used SG nor my real name. just sayin'.
back to yesterday's coffee, i felt so lousy, believe you me, oh how i s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d out my liddle routine for as long as possible.
there was no room to add my original kitteh ending which shoulda gone:
'for maekn meh meh: Slowest. Eaterer. EVar'. unfortunately, it's kinda necessity cause the longer i pour coffee down my throat, the 'happier' (a downright lie, i meant to say 'the more outgoing' *snigger*) i veer for two main reasons. first one's not for my benefit but yet another demo of my altruistic nature (without a whit of expectation for any reciprocation, mainly cause if even one person LOLs at my idiocy, then shit, my work is done).
OK, my longass coffee ritual's to get mai hed into soshull mode (meenz:
almost immediately i can speek in akkseptabel manner to whomever's comment that sets me off). oh wow, just realised: if 'mornings' were on a report card, i'd get an A for 'plays well with others' cause without the huge coffee infusion... well, the nicest way i could find sump'n that nails it is:
moatly cause:
bah...
iz liek addiction but legal. don't maek much sense but what duz? anywai, bak to meh yesterday morning: it should've been obvious to all (all those who say they care about me, that is *sniffle* WAH!) that something was terribly wrong: on a normal day ('normal' = when i'm nearly ODing on caffeine) i try to twit my ass off, detailing every single boring detail of what's going on over here, but no... i felt the makings of the flu once again, so i only twitted some
feigned outrage of an inanity to Chris and Boudicca for doing the unthinkable (
neither of them answered me). this did nothing for my ever shrinkening LSE... and they call themselves my friends. :-(
hours later, i
virtually begged for self-pity and when none came, went off to the bedroom to sulk for awhile but fell asleep instead. woke up about 23,00 or so and been watching
All About Eve from the Bette Davis boxset Royal Mail so kindly (and promptly) delivered this morning. back to AAE, the titular woman (always wanted to use that word in a sentence) is the Cunt to End All Cunts; i highly recommend this flick to those of y'all who don't roll their eyes at B&W films, dig plots that are witty and most of all, not only adore Bette Davis but totally admire
George Sanders.
fun-fact: when he offed himself in 1972, his
suicide note read:
'Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck'.to someone like me, the above only upped him in my estimation and way much so. but toldja, films iz mai drug of choice these days and with a memory like mine (read: a sieve) i can watch whatever flick lik 20x/week and each time's like the first time. ;-)
now if things were normal round here, on wednesday or at the very latest, yesterday, i'd have been stilll all spoingy for having seen
Motorhead the night before.
WHAT A FUCKING GREAT SHOW and one of the best bits was that i wasn't the oldest in the room for once but far, far from it. *grins delightedly* anyway, Chris has got much better photos but as per usual, has been way too busy to send em over so these'll have to do for now. BTW, i'm not into threatening people or whatever it is they do when they want someone to move his ass (without recompensation), but i shall take this opportunity to remind Chris of this message from Hunter to The Boy:
moving right along, just like at
Underworld a few weeks back, i was in my usual most fave gig-spot (holding down the frontlines) but my greatest achievement of the other evening): i actually got Chris to come along with me upfront and it was just like old times again (apart from the fact we're not together but i won't go into that now. again). anyway, i've got two warnings:
my photos are shit plus it was impossible for me to change my position. i even asked a coupla security guards to take my cameraphone but they gave me some bullshit reasons and didn't.
helpful hint: R-click and open each in its own tab for slightly larger masturbato-, soz, i meant not 'slightly larger' but '
slightly better viewing' pleasure. anyway, here's LEMMY!
i've got shitloads more but the quality is so teh suck, i'm waiting for Chris to send me his own so i can post em up here. uh, d00d! here's the nicest way i can remind you again. :-)
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