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| 05.26.05 (2:28 pm) [edit] |
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[i]Just checking in.[/i] have been bored out of my tiny little mind for several days now.[i] it is dark and there are wolves outside.[/i] there's nothing for me to do and so i am listless and late at night.[i] there, over by the treeline.[/i] i have a nightmare of a day tomorrow. have ANOTHER business meeting in the morning, then i have to skulk off to another part of the country to meet the lady and then off to the east to venture forth with the natives in a flurry of 'quaint' middle ages practices.[i] keep his head under the water, don't let him breathe. [/i] when you get the feeling that the collection of words that you carry around in your head are not sufficient to express your innermost thoughts, then is the time that you learn more. [i] i don't give a fuck what he says, i want my money and i want it all now [/i] so yeah, get up early and move about a lot until i stop around this time tomorrow.
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| Aargh... It's got me! |
| 05.22.05 (1:32 am) [edit] |
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| Supposedly good Logic? |
| 05.21.05 (4:18 pm) [edit] |
Just written a melancholy song on Logic Platinum 5. I have never used it before and only decided to look at it because it is 1.30am and I am slightly sozzled. Plus all my friends and musician geeks that i know SWEAR by it; they say its the easiest thing ever to use and SO much better than Cubase.
Well if it is so fucking good, where's the audio mixdown into .wav / .mp3 / .aiff section? Stupid fucking machine. Anybody got any clues? [F1] help is about as useless and dildo in a morgue.
y'see, if I can mix it down, I can put the song on my blog for all to hear. So assistance welcome.
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| Vicious cycle of sickness and job hunting... |
| 05.17.05 (3:15 am) [edit] |
My strange friend who has a 'normal job' i.e. works in an office from sunrise to sunset has been telling me about applying for a new job. He does some form on analysis on financial crap that is specific enought to pay well and be useful but hates where he works. He takes the piss totally: comes in on casual clothes days dressed as an admiral, sends email replies as poems, makes origami ships with targets on the side to leave in urinals... that kinda thing.
Anyways, he's trapped in a cycle. He keeps getting interviews, psychometric testing, personality examinations, fluid samples, written exams, oral exams, aural exams, for all sorts of positions, but nobody has [so far] taken him on. Which is rubbish as he is a genius.
The trouble is that he's run out of days off now and, according to work, has suddenly become the sickest human that has ever worked for them. It's because he's calling in sick so he can have interviews.
"You should just tell them that you're looking for work," I tell him. He looks at me as if I have a nipple growing out of my forehead and replies with a "you can't do that, they'd rip my pension off and shit down it's neck!?" type explanation.
Last week he had a pile operation, a stomach bug, and was late coming in because he had got trapped in a lift with a Belgian. Which means he had 2 interviews and a phone call with a recruitment agency.
He's really good at lying. Probably why he hasn't got a new job.
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| Nose, grindstone, not much in-between... |
| 05.16.05 (12:29 pm) [edit] |
Back onto the writing front. I am one of these people that does SO many different things all the time that I never get ANYTHING done. It's terrible, house is full of half-finished paintings, garden full of statues without arms, semi-blank books line the shelves and records with one smooth side crank out vast amounts of silence punctuated by the screams of ME trying to complete one damn thing.
I have actually written 2 books and they're floating around in this world somewhere. If there's karma anywhere you'll have copies on your shelves, but the size of my royalty cheques tells me that ain't true.
So as this dry patch continues, I am attempting my 3rd novel. So if I am vague, cranky, pissy and downright unusual... blame words. Words getting in my head and doing weird things to my brain.
It has got as far as: there's this guy and he's pissed and cranky and fed up with the world and he sees something impossible. He finds out that the world is far, far weirder than he first thought and joins the chaotic side of a very strange, yet important, war.
Oh, and it's about everything... can't really explain it better than that. And if you're very lucky, I may post bits on my blog to see if people like it or think I'm a wanker.
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| running on profit |
| 05.14.05 (5:20 am) [edit] |
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Well, I suppose it finally had to happen... I have discovered the fascinating world of online auctions. In particular... eBay.
How much fun is that? You can buy all sorts of crapola that other people don't seem to want and flog shite to unsuspecting idiots. So far, I have sold one of those throwaway camera with all its film taken and CD that I found and got a complete stranger to sign.
And I'm running on profit. Which is good as my journalistic endeavours are rather dry at the moment. So I'm currently surviving on poker winnings, the gullibility of online buyers and designing websites for bands.
So, any offers of utterly dumb stuff I can find, make, create, and sell on eBay, please tmail me and I'll keep you posted with my adventures.
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| What happened there then? |
| 05.06.05 (9:30 am) [edit] |
And so, the labourers have another 4 years in power. It seems that lying about things [wars, the election promises of 1997, the spin of Alistair Campbell] is okay. well done the governemnt for being such role models.
What else is new in the world of gonzo.ID. Well, there was this incident with the bright light in the sky and the missing time, but i think i'm over most of that. Pictures of owls still give me the shits though. I have spent many a long hour reeling over the world with a chip on my shoulder and a drink in my hand. Many things, too numerous to mention, have pissed me off along the way.
Mainly think involving pepole being stupid, obtuse and failing to even believe that they can learn from their mistakes. but mostly i have been hiding in the countryside saving my energies and waiting for the time to come back with threatening words and a glint in my eye.
Until then: be cool. And if you can't be cool; be scary.
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