If there ever was such a cause to catch your attention and go “D’oh!” at, it would be that absolutely obscene lack of common sense labled “MAKEPOVERTYHISTORY“. To which a whole load of imbecilic do-gooders go ranting on about how easy it is to make an idealistic world in, that of course means which nobody ever suffers… gets hungry… needs to itch … or even sneeze.

I say bring back the death sentence to all sub-average IQ do-gooders that go rubbing their detritus in your face with things they have not thought out properly.

Alrighty, I was there thinking it would be easier once I had the tools for the job. I was mistaken. I recently bought myself a camcorder so I could make amateur fun movies, you know for a giggle. Well, I have nobody to film…. and nobody to hold the camera except for tripey (the tripod). So I am kinda short casted now, there is me… that guy named Neil.. and well… myself and I’m kinda short of female actresses apart from Neiletta.

I’m sure it will come together some day.

I’ll keep you posted.

I was roped into visiting my grandmother at hospital today, her having had a hip replacement this week. I have been lately struggling to deal with visiting my grandmother. Her body has already given up on her and this decaying vessel (her body) is sustained by strong medication and regular visits by body/joint movers that have pretentious names for what they do, like: pysiotherapist. In essence her already dead body is waiting for her mind to give up.

It occurred to me whilst contemplating the banality of modern medicine that the term “replacement” is a complete lie. My mind sees a “replacement” being in meaning to exchange something by something else of equivalent value, size, mass or use; otherwise, “replacing” would be a bit ubiquitous. I mean: Replacing a meal with a crumb of food is not exactly a replacement. You’d expect a meal of the same value or size. Therefore, to replace a hip you’d expect an arthritic hip to be replaced by a joint of equivalent wear and worthlessness. Yet this is not the case, the replacees are doing away with an expensive piece of titanium with composite-ceramic fittings. Maybe my mental dictionary definition is incorrect on the word “replace” maybe not but I still feel that there is something horrifically wrong with modern medicine.

Who wants to live a life that long that their body and mind compete which will last the longest? It seems most people do and turn an ignorant eye to the inhumanity they force upon their loved ones…. perhaps the word “love” is something I am misunderstanding. Maybe we’re meant to force “loved” ones into torturous and humiliating agony until their prelonged existance finds an escape from your “love”. It would explain a whole lot to me about love if that was the case.

Went to see this flick in the cinema and I want a refund! It really was a bit of a generic 2000s horror. Attempting to bring in a little of the “P” word into it and no that isn’t P for porn… sadly it was P for: psychological drama crap, nothing annoys me more than that. Did it dawn on some illiterate script writer one day to compose a film with the under-pinning theme to be based on a word that only the illiterates find difficult to spell? Or is it breaching the mental capacity of these plebeians to congeal a film about an unresearched scenario that takes their fancy?

If you want a film to go and laugh at… knock yourself out.

Sorry Alex, it sucked. I was often left waiting outside of school as a kid… yeah honestly. All through boarding school and most of secondary school I was left waiting until like 3-4 hours later than all the other kids. Maybe I missed something about the film that made it good.

There has been a song bothering me for absolutely yonks!! It has been bothering me more because I didn’t know any of the lyrics; all I knew was, the title of this post. Well I was up on the 6th today and the bricklayers on a few lifts below me were listening to the radio and were quizzing eachother about who sang what and what the title was.. and (YES!!) this song came on and nobody knew the title or who it was… which infuruiated me until I quickly grasped inbetween heavy machinery roaring, people banging and poor radio signal, that it was: “Supertramp something something America”.

So I just remembered and did a search on google and found the title of the song, and it is: “Supertramp – Breakfast in America”. I’m so happy!
*bounce*

“Because I don’t say it,
Don’t mean I ain’t thinkin’ it.”

I’ve been repeating these two lines over and over again in my head lately and it really is making me wonder why I am doing it. It comes from the last verse of the song: “Holy Wars… The Punishment Due” by Megadeth.

Despite it annoying me, that of repeating the same two lines over in my head; it really does say so much about my everyday life, I’m holding back my tongue on so many thoughts/opinions every hour of everyday. It makes me wonder why I do do it? Perhaps I should air my opinions more, perhaps not… all I know is that I am in a perpetual state of holding back what I honestly think so to not be the odd one out.

Am I alone? Are you also disgusted with everyone and everything? Maybe it is just me.

People always go on about how nice it is to eat a nice salad on hot days, but for me the nicest thing you can eat on a day like today (today being a hot dull Sunday) is, a bowl of coco pops with nice cold milk.

So what does everyone else munch on hot days when they have nothing else to do and no energy to do anything it with?

More intellectual entries like this are threatening to come your way if you do not comment!

Open notepad and generate the following batch file:

@echo.
@systeminfo | @find “System Up Time:”
@echo.

save it in your environment path (i.e. c:\windows\system32\)
as: uptime.bat

Then you can access that throught the following: Start > Run > cmd [enter] uptime
This only works for windows xp pro, for windows xp home users: search for uptime.exe from the microsoft website it will work just fine.

[Edit: A small point to mark out; if you’re copying and pasting that bit of code, replace the quotes with standard keyboard quotes, wordpress puts in some fancy ascii quotes that are ignored when running the batch file. ]

I watched this film last week. I’ve been contemplating what to say about it other than how fantastic it was. I have to admit I am completely biased, I absolutely the idea of Batman and all Batman films are just good because I just love the idea of a caped crusader who runs around with cool gadgets setting the law in his own hands.

Comparing this film to the previous three Batman films preceding it, you’d have a shock. This film much like the first “Batman (1989)” which was absolutely fantastic, which was unlike the mindless wallpaper blurs of “Batman Returns”, “Batman & Robin” and “Batman Forever” you’ll be pleasantly surprised that this film is not just about making money for old rope recycling a good idea without having the right mindset behind the concept.

There really isn’t much to say about this film other than go and watch it. The acting, the story, the filming and the presentation of this film is superb and in my honest opinion may only be tainted negatively by the previous mishap films preceding it.

Sitting at home this evening it has finally occurred to me; how I should best touch the world. If only 1% of those who hit this site do as I say it would be more than I’d expect.

Having experienced this first hand, I’d say the smell of milk on fabric after a few days in the heat has to be one of the most disgusting things to hit your nostrils in the morning; plus it is probably the hardest thing to remove. So bunnies, on your way out of work on a Friday, pour the last of the milk in the fridge on the carpet and don’t bother cleaning it up…. it will be an interesting aroma to the Monday morning cleaners to try and hide (assuming you work in an office).

I’ll have more suggestions of what you can do to make public corporate areas nasty as and when they come to me. I have a particular evil idea of doing the milk though, get a sprayer and fill it with milk and then spray the whole floor area of an office/public area with it so there is no evident stain or place from which the cent is eminating from… just an overall stench of vomit. Perhaps try it on a bus, since they smell of it most of the time so making the seats smell of vomit wont be a surprise.