Away Left On The Right Track.
I got to work today and ended up arriving before the bloke who was actually rostered on... Not me it turned out... i was rostered a day off, but being a dumb fuck, hadnt realised. Given the sudden unexpected option of opting to go back home to bed he offered the shift to me and we ended up swapping and i did 9 hours at double time which nicely makes up for not working the weekend.
Fishie and Roman Candles, Matchhead Beach.
Ive been reading a lot lately, 'The Fog' and 'Portent' by James Herbert, 'The Postman Always Rings Twice' by James M Cain, 'The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs' by Irvine Welsh, 'The Stand' by Stephen King (1500 page version, took me a grand total of... yonks), 'The Man Who Sold The Moon' and 'Star Beast' by Robert Heinlen, 'Chaperhouse Dune' by Frank Herbert, 'Imajica' by Clive Barker...
Somewhat unintentionally i read three books in succession that were regarding animals. 'Fluke' by James Herbert, a first person perspective account about the life of a Black Labrador who realises he was once a man; 'Cujo' by Stephen about a rabid St Bernard, and im currently reading 'Watership Down' by Richard Adams.
My reading is faster than ever before. Im averaging 300 pages per 4 hours including interruptions. Wow!
The inside of a Coal Pulverizer.
Over the last 3 days ive blown $430. FUCK. And someone told me Urban Exploration was cheap...
Last time i was down Blowjob 2000.
Theres a lot to be said for nonchalance. Utter and complete nonchalance. Ive become good at it for the first time in my life, these last three months. Its the living-by-myself thing. I have gone day long periods without speaking. Indeed i go up to the corner store for a can of Live Wire and a Choccy muffin and i for a split second my voice sounds odd, because while ive been talking to myself internally in a steady fashion for the 15 hours prior, ive not actually vocalised anything. Its bemusing as this has lead to very mild hermitude which further has made me realise that for years ive lived on a piano wire of ever so mild tension, tension absorbed from the surrounds. Its nice not to feel that silent vibration as much anymore.
A self portrait in the back of a Manchester City Magic Bus, a 28 year old double decker bus that runs with other Magic Bus old bus co-patriots in tune with the new Stagecoach buses that primarily serve Greater Manchester. The quality of a Magic Bus is multidimensional. They're only 80 pence instead of 1 pound 60 pence, and at 28 years ripe, there all class, noisy as hell and with the suspension of a saggy boucing castle. I was actually mid rapture when this photo was taken, as i had the entire bus to myself on a sunny Mancunian day (believe it of not), cept the shutter went (or so i thought) as the bus hit a bump and my frown is a frown of worry that the tripod was gunna fall over n smash my 16mm fisheye.
(Note: the Emergency Exit for my brain is located on the left side)
I think tight t-shirt season started today...
Kay O' Sweaver and Siologen Jeeves Westminster filming a skit where SJW fell off the roof of the Molsens Brewery in Calgary.
Fishie and Roman Candles, Matchhead Beach.
Ive been reading a lot lately, 'The Fog' and 'Portent' by James Herbert, 'The Postman Always Rings Twice' by James M Cain, 'The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs' by Irvine Welsh, 'The Stand' by Stephen King (1500 page version, took me a grand total of... yonks), 'The Man Who Sold The Moon' and 'Star Beast' by Robert Heinlen, 'Chaperhouse Dune' by Frank Herbert, 'Imajica' by Clive Barker...
Somewhat unintentionally i read three books in succession that were regarding animals. 'Fluke' by James Herbert, a first person perspective account about the life of a Black Labrador who realises he was once a man; 'Cujo' by Stephen about a rabid St Bernard, and im currently reading 'Watership Down' by Richard Adams.
My reading is faster than ever before. Im averaging 300 pages per 4 hours including interruptions. Wow!
The inside of a Coal Pulverizer.
Over the last 3 days ive blown $430. FUCK. And someone told me Urban Exploration was cheap...
Last time i was down Blowjob 2000.
Theres a lot to be said for nonchalance. Utter and complete nonchalance. Ive become good at it for the first time in my life, these last three months. Its the living-by-myself thing. I have gone day long periods without speaking. Indeed i go up to the corner store for a can of Live Wire and a Choccy muffin and i for a split second my voice sounds odd, because while ive been talking to myself internally in a steady fashion for the 15 hours prior, ive not actually vocalised anything. Its bemusing as this has lead to very mild hermitude which further has made me realise that for years ive lived on a piano wire of ever so mild tension, tension absorbed from the surrounds. Its nice not to feel that silent vibration as much anymore.
A self portrait in the back of a Manchester City Magic Bus, a 28 year old double decker bus that runs with other Magic Bus old bus co-patriots in tune with the new Stagecoach buses that primarily serve Greater Manchester. The quality of a Magic Bus is multidimensional. They're only 80 pence instead of 1 pound 60 pence, and at 28 years ripe, there all class, noisy as hell and with the suspension of a saggy boucing castle. I was actually mid rapture when this photo was taken, as i had the entire bus to myself on a sunny Mancunian day (believe it of not), cept the shutter went (or so i thought) as the bus hit a bump and my frown is a frown of worry that the tripod was gunna fall over n smash my 16mm fisheye.
(Note: the Emergency Exit for my brain is located on the left side)
I think tight t-shirt season started today...
Kay O' Sweaver and Siologen Jeeves Westminster filming a skit where SJW fell off the roof of the Molsens Brewery in Calgary.