Einem Offenen Brief An Patty Dohle

Dearest Patty,
                     Thank-you so much for the last letter. It was nice for it covered a time-span which I was retrospectively influencing...., it's hard when one is so busy to keep it up (ooh er) but you've done me proud you little sherbert; of course with my festive laziness I missed the christmas post; and for some strange reason a feeling of lethargy and insomnia in equal measure have rendered me fat and useless to writing; so here we are at the only obvious conclusion, an open letter.

Now, I have never done one of these sort of things, and I wish I was a subtle person, who could be all clever and let it lie, and then if anyone else comes across this peculiar little blog, would say 'ooh he's written a letter to his friend, because they're pen-friends apparently, but it's public so it's all for us aswell and carries on his usual blog-stuff, isn't that clever, and he hasn't even made a thing of it, because he's so fucking nauseatingly quirky and clever :P' - something like that, ignore the end, it isn't self deprecation, promise!

Well there we are, there we are, it's a little at odds with what private stuff in your letter you may want to have transmitted, so I will again to the nausea; Ich war wirklich schockiert und verärgert an den über-Zahlung Sache, aussprechen aussprechen Fotzen und die Tatsache, dass sie nur auf, dass ohne Vorwarnung es wirklich nur klopft man für sechs! 


I liked the eight-legged santa drawing, most amusing. I did attempt my usual reply to be bundled along with some christmas gifts, but my ability to hold onto a fountain pen for more than five minutes, went wanting, I found the wax seal though, so that crisis is over! PHEW! - But of the paragraph I wrote it was mostly about writers being chronic masturbators so, y'know.

I am having a rather brilliant Christmas with my parents actually, first for everything, eh ;) hehehehe but perhaps some emotional maturity, wake-up calls, epiphena and all that jazz has caused a mellowing in this department. Ich habe eine sehr, sehr dumpfen Schmerz in der Grube meiner Seele über die Rückkehr zur Uni, die Bastarde zu konfrontieren und Konfrontation, positive und sich für mich, aber ich denke ich bin bereit, auch ich habe BEREIT SEIN!

It will be brilliant to see you just before we go back actually, because we can 'role-play' OH HELLO! - Giving one some balls, big fat hairy words! (Balls) - oh dear I am sleep deprived, I assume your drowning in the bath as we speak, as I type :P 


Oh sleepy, ergh, ergh, erm... erm.... oh Christ! - most people here would resort to some amusing videos and a crude drawing of something, dare I? Dare I? No, I shant take the easy route, like the suicide pills they give to spacemen on doomed missions, I'll plough through the wordy asteroid belt and get the Moonpad of 'Yours Sincerely' - oooh that's one of my better analogies. 


'OH JESUS CHRIST' as Edward Woodward would say, oh it's no use! Verdammt mich und meine unersättliche Wunsch zu gefallen Tag der Sonntag, ich wollte bis Montag warten, vielleicht werde ich eine spezielle Geburtstags Blog zu tun, ist, dass traurig, dass egozentrisch, oh Gott, oh golly YA Blocko'S! Nun da sind wir vielleicht ein wenig glanzlos ist, aber ich habe es für euch, und auch da sind wir, und Sie erhalten einen richtigen Brief in der Post zuvor meine Heimsuchung, und ich werde versprechen, es zu schreiben, wenn ich weniger schläfrig und / oder bis zu Tia Maria getankt, oh wann werde ich lernen!
Yours Sincerely
Simon xxxxxxx

P.S Here is the crude drawing and amusing video for good measure :P

No Junk Food

WARNING!!! WARNING!!! SOMETHING CONSTITUTING A NORMAL BLOG WARNING!!!

Yesterday, I found myself having to wander a reasonable stretch to our nearest ASDA superstore, for 'some bits' as they say in the common vernacular, this is the term given to the light falsly-economic shop that the 21st Century has given a ceaserian section to... the poncy language is to somehow alleviate what is going to be one of those 'health'-blogs that are rather fashionable - the irony that endless typing at a laptop is surely does not aid 'ealf.... Anyswayze to cut a long story mediocre... I promised myself a little reward for this journey, a resultant BIG MAC! - It was to be my undoing... as when I wolfed down this double pattied , drippy yellow-sauced, corrogated gherkined sliced bunned monstrosity, that within minutes I started feeling quote unquote 'peculiar'. 

         Now, I have had McDonalds and other Fast Food type place foods on a million other occasions; to think how much money I have spent; usually it's KFC and Subway; perhaps they have more nutritional value than Maccie Dee's but I am not in the business of food snobbery (secretly slighty, but that's just personal guilt) it's just 'feeling sick after', on loads of occasions I've greedily laid out and consumed bargain buckets, three double cheese-burgers, 2 whole dominator meatball explosion dominoes pizza... and the idea of that melted cheese and garlic sauce makes me salivate - but just in the way nicotene and caffeine used to make my synapses twinkle, I do 'feel' sick and wrong and ill when I consume these things - it is a bit of a self-delusion that you 'enjoy' most of this stuff - ciggies do enhance pleasure receptors slightly but only for the next fix - and salt and sugar highs are temporary we know, we know... but it's the bottom line of THINKING ITS BAD FOR YOU AND DOING IT COZ YOU LIKE IT, and actually it FEELS SICK-MAKING; and the penny dropped yesterday - I felt grumpy, sicky and frustrated; I felt wrong. 
         
      And it wasn't until I had a walk, a couple of actimels and a banana that balance was restored. As I said before I gave up caffeine, I had done it before by just having 1 coffee a day in the morning, that seemed okay, but then became 3,2,4 etc. but by replacing coffee with decaff - MIRACULOUS! - substitution is the king, I must say; that's been a real boon - so 1 coffee here and there is okay, but I have really not bothered, I just don't like it, - and it really was something I used to have ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME! - I don't even like it that much, even though I always insist on 'going for coffee'.... 


So now I am looking for an alternative to 'snacking out' or 'lazy food' because I am perfectly happy with salad's and prawn cocktails or some weird egg/caper thing - mmmmm, what it is - and silly as it is, all that junk means to me is QUANTITY, I think I am getting more (even though I am not reaaalllly) - and that's why the bulky savoury wins out.... egads! What's a boy to do! 


        Well the eclectic of tastes and a willingness to ingest just about anything may prove to be a bonus, and perhaps the task of eating in new and outre places - something new on the menu may stop this - although it's become rather sparse with the lack of monies so I needn't worry too much....


Right off to heat up the left-over chiniese from last night........mmmmm....


 

"No, Morlock, No!"

 The 'Sunday Scribblings' stuff about 'VIEW' is at the bottom, after the preamble waffly stuff :)

In an attempt to get out of the Blog-cliche of the diarists waffle, I endevoured to pursue an ordinary 'Umbrella Subject' again... and failing to think of anything... or be told by someone else (suggestions always gratefully welcome)....

...When I was younger and much more commited to Nihilism, I used to imagine that in the future there would be a machine (in my head a whirry steam-punk one) that would be able to work out every single permatation of the ordering of words, in terms of literature. (The natural conclusion to that 'if you had 100 monkey's bashing out at a 100 typewriter's, eventually you'd get War & Peace'...) so this machine would renders writer's not only obsolete, but entirely pointless, because all the books/poems/songs/plays/opera's; so on and so forth, would all have been written; a somewhat depressing thought - but really it's my 2-dimensional mind making sense of the fact that WORDS aren't ours and they can be put in a particular order by computations in a way, perhaps in an exremely complicated way... if it's looked at another way, perhaps its to assess the relation of the Author to his or her particular words.... That's why I am just as fascinated by 'the narrative of the author themself' more than the actual work sometimes....

ALL THIS PREAMBLE was leading into something, oh yes, 'Random Subject Generator'; I found all these prompts and stuff to give you idea's and subjects to write about... I suppose it's much 'safer' than just writing about ANYTHING, although 'write the first subject that comes into your head' thing, is 'dangerous' as the likliest thing that will pop into your head is something criminal/secret/perverted.... the 'template' method is nice, because there is a supposed space for you to fill out 'your little bit', right back to tracing your chunky pencil over the dotted lines that formed the letter 'a' back at nursery...

I wanted to share a little link for Guerrila Artist Keri Smith and her wonderful and brilliant ways she gets people to generate and more importantly spread ideas into our natural envirionment as a creative antidote to capitalism and advertising.http://www.kerismith.com/


 AM GETTING TO IT...right, well now, I found through the GOOGLESPHERE, 'sunday scribblings' which comes up with 'prompty' stuff for you to write about, so lets do that....

Er...hem....

Well, here it is then....

The prompt this week is: view.  What's the view from your window?  What's your view on life?  On the current world situation? What's the best view you have ever seen?  Had?  What's your dream view?  Have you expressed your views?

 
It's hard to appreciate 'views' of any kind when your young, and as most of my experience has been 'juvenile' it's  relatively new experience to just 'take in a view', it's very much wrapped up in 'the moment' something one is always chasing after.... but being an ANGSTY type, alluded more often than not... unfortunately I do not have a good view from my TEMPORARY bedroom window, it looks out onto the neigbours rather bland minimalist garden, the bland canvas slab with a tiny window, of another neigbours back wall (distracted by the fact I can't spell neighbours but am not going to check...)  but you can just see over the fence and down the little side road and last night at about 1am there was some screeching, and two rather cumbersome arguesome types were waddling home drunk cattawalling, and I got a distinct silohette of a skinheaded male with cruthes and a slapper in a miniskirt and I felt all suburban twitchy-curtain, was shashing...

Views on life, tsk! Now this holds no odds, because I just can't have a fixed one, I have an ABSURDIST's view on life and a blank scientific explanation based on what is self-evident or the most 'tidy'... we are carbon-based lifeforms on a little rock in the solar system, in a galaxy on the outer-arm of the milky-way, in terms of scale of meaning of a lives in the sense of the transitory, the millimetric strip of time o our existence as an individual... A great line in waiting for godot goes 'we are born and we die in the same second'.... beyond this on the sense of self and personality blah blah blah.... the brain is swirling chemicals and this gives us an illusion of free-will; an over simplification, but a nice sledgehammer bleak one in the face of the chaos of the world at large - all this STUFF THAT GOES ON, is bonus, is filler.... although I do beleive in 'the eternal mystery of the human heart'....

The current world situation... it's easy to fall into that 'New World Order' conspiracy bullshit, or the idea of World War III (which I saw that Philip K. Dick was obsessed with) but yes, I do find the representation the West has of the East and visa versa, and it's very silly, although you get down to the grass-roots level and its unavoidable, all I try to do is contribute when I can concentrate on charities, and such, but this veneer of 'society' may just GO at any time, must be prepared for that....  yes, I am nt blinkered to the terror's of the world but yet it's sudden precariousness and uncaring ability for it all to be smushed up....(I am a shoe-in for the U.N. job now ;))

The best view I've ever seen; (Brain scan); I'm going through all those hills and countryside views, the shadows of clouds on meadows once filled me with an indescribable feeling of warmth....

This whole doubling up the meaning of expressing of views has become tiresome... as I am sure it has to anyone (Patty) reading it ;)

Praise the Lord, and pass me the ammunition.