Gordons alive!
Wow.
I am amazed that livejournal is still up and running in the face of myspace and that facebook nonsense. Im even more amazed that they ignored my request to delete my account.
Might as well write something - im sure there's a proveb somewhere about a blank canvas, that its the sign of a blank mind if you can't think of anything to write.
So an update.
Still sarcastic and dry, cant't change that. Still play metal guitar, giving quasi-lessons to some people (More of a jam session with breakdowns). Lost contact with a few old mates, but for every one lost i've gained about 3 more. Still mountainbike when I can, Hellfrauds takes up too much of my spare time. Worried about state of world.
Family situation improved: past trespasses forgiven. Lifes too short to hold a grudge.
Mother suffered a mini stroke on account of a vitamin b12 dificency, almost completely lost any meaningful vision. But its gradually getting better with b12 booster shots filtering into her system.
G/fs came and went without any meaningful interests. Damn hard to find people to relate to. Classic alienation case. The more and more people involve themselves with social networking sites the more they dont socialise. Its now a pandemic of couch potatoes watching crap hate tv or some nonsense that they have the opportunity to vote on and thus have some sort of impact on their world.
You could plant a tree, or build a house. But instead you decide to get out your phone and txt £3 to some douche sitting in an office tower. Because you'll have something to talk about when you get back to your festering and deceitful work mates. I hear from all sorts of conspiracy nutters saying that its all part of the framework to control peoples movements and emotions. Giant ant farm of consuming idiots, breeding, fucking, twitting and eating. Eat the subway, wear the nike, buy the phone app and then tell the world about it. I remeber when the internet was interesting and novel. Making it simple as piss to publish things online is only going to give voices to those who should really think before they open their gobs. Eliteism makes sure those who can, do and the rest involve themselves in doing what they can -right-.
Like raising their children to have brain 1 in those overswollen melons on their shoulders. Like spending time to develop personal abilities and interests. Like learning a thing or two about talking to real people. Like living a life worth tweeting about.
I liked livejournal back in the day, I still like the way they work now. You dont get peoples ideas rammed down your throat via an instant message or a pop up on your page. People will glance at your page and if you've written something worthwhile they'll stop and read. It forces you to sit down and actually write something of length, or to try to. Having some turd pop up telling everyone he's just bought a mars bar and doesnt know what end to open first - he wants to have a 16 people discussion about it before he choses.
But I digress... Kinda the point of this, right?
So whats new for King Tony in 2012?
In a climate of mass unemployment I need to find a more lucrative job. With or without bikes involved, starting to get less picky.
-NOT- learning to drive, staying on the bike to keep fit. Which is a big part of my spare time, it is getting apparent that its much harder to keep fit and healthy the older you get.
More nights out in Gloucester needed. The scene sucks round here without me and the boys out and about living larger than life. Whats become apparant from what ive seen is that the sad-o freaks have all come out and choked all the best hotspots with their gloom and bickering. The worst goth freaks and metal fashion brigade. Fuckers that wont talk others if they arnt dressed in the right hot topic and catalogue gaywear. Makes me sick to think whats become the accepted norm. Can't last though, nothing that baldy formed and capitalist ever does. Youll never kill the Denim and leather brigade who'll happily wear the same jeans for a decade if they fit and have less than 30 holes.
Would like to get on the property market, but thats no mean feat in this climate. Will have to get a smashing job for that.
Have recently been playing around with the idea of a retro gaming/retro music store. Filled with the best in nostalgia and nick-nacks. No clean-o shop floor but a nasty, messy busy store. You know the ones - tucked in a back alley with road signs and metal posters on the wall. The kind of shop where people go to hang out and network on everything. Gotta have an aspiration, right?
I think i've respectfully updated this old tomb of rambling, incoherent, badly spelt and punctuated page.
See you in 2020.
OUT
I am amazed that livejournal is still up and running in the face of myspace and that facebook nonsense. Im even more amazed that they ignored my request to delete my account.
Might as well write something - im sure there's a proveb somewhere about a blank canvas, that its the sign of a blank mind if you can't think of anything to write.
So an update.
Still sarcastic and dry, cant't change that. Still play metal guitar, giving quasi-lessons to some people (More of a jam session with breakdowns). Lost contact with a few old mates, but for every one lost i've gained about 3 more. Still mountainbike when I can, Hellfrauds takes up too much of my spare time. Worried about state of world.
Family situation improved: past trespasses forgiven. Lifes too short to hold a grudge.
Mother suffered a mini stroke on account of a vitamin b12 dificency, almost completely lost any meaningful vision. But its gradually getting better with b12 booster shots filtering into her system.
G/fs came and went without any meaningful interests. Damn hard to find people to relate to. Classic alienation case. The more and more people involve themselves with social networking sites the more they dont socialise. Its now a pandemic of couch potatoes watching crap hate tv or some nonsense that they have the opportunity to vote on and thus have some sort of impact on their world.
You could plant a tree, or build a house. But instead you decide to get out your phone and txt £3 to some douche sitting in an office tower. Because you'll have something to talk about when you get back to your festering and deceitful work mates. I hear from all sorts of conspiracy nutters saying that its all part of the framework to control peoples movements and emotions. Giant ant farm of consuming idiots, breeding, fucking, twitting and eating. Eat the subway, wear the nike, buy the phone app and then tell the world about it. I remeber when the internet was interesting and novel. Making it simple as piss to publish things online is only going to give voices to those who should really think before they open their gobs. Eliteism makes sure those who can, do and the rest involve themselves in doing what they can -right-.
Like raising their children to have brain 1 in those overswollen melons on their shoulders. Like spending time to develop personal abilities and interests. Like learning a thing or two about talking to real people. Like living a life worth tweeting about.
I liked livejournal back in the day, I still like the way they work now. You dont get peoples ideas rammed down your throat via an instant message or a pop up on your page. People will glance at your page and if you've written something worthwhile they'll stop and read. It forces you to sit down and actually write something of length, or to try to. Having some turd pop up telling everyone he's just bought a mars bar and doesnt know what end to open first - he wants to have a 16 people discussion about it before he choses.
But I digress... Kinda the point of this, right?
So whats new for King Tony in 2012?
In a climate of mass unemployment I need to find a more lucrative job. With or without bikes involved, starting to get less picky.
-NOT- learning to drive, staying on the bike to keep fit. Which is a big part of my spare time, it is getting apparent that its much harder to keep fit and healthy the older you get.
More nights out in Gloucester needed. The scene sucks round here without me and the boys out and about living larger than life. Whats become apparant from what ive seen is that the sad-o freaks have all come out and choked all the best hotspots with their gloom and bickering. The worst goth freaks and metal fashion brigade. Fuckers that wont talk others if they arnt dressed in the right hot topic and catalogue gaywear. Makes me sick to think whats become the accepted norm. Can't last though, nothing that baldy formed and capitalist ever does. Youll never kill the Denim and leather brigade who'll happily wear the same jeans for a decade if they fit and have less than 30 holes.
Would like to get on the property market, but thats no mean feat in this climate. Will have to get a smashing job for that.
Have recently been playing around with the idea of a retro gaming/retro music store. Filled with the best in nostalgia and nick-nacks. No clean-o shop floor but a nasty, messy busy store. You know the ones - tucked in a back alley with road signs and metal posters on the wall. The kind of shop where people go to hang out and network on everything. Gotta have an aspiration, right?
I think i've respectfully updated this old tomb of rambling, incoherent, badly spelt and punctuated page.
See you in 2020.
OUT