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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Wouldn't It Be Great.....

Wouldn't it be great if you never got tired? If you never had to wake up before you wanted to? Wouldn't it be great if you never had to go to shitty work? Wouldn't it be great if you never had to do anything you didn't want to do? Wouldn't it be great if there were never any deadlines, no clocks or calandars to restrict your life? Wouldn't it be great if there were never any disputes? No fighting, hurting, back-stabbing or witch-hunting. Wouldn't it be great if there were no taxes, no bills? If money didn't rule the world wouldn't it be marvellous?

But why can't it be like that? We all seem to think that we do have to do all the things we don't want to. We do have to work because we do need money. We need money to buy all the things that make us function as a human being. Except all that we need to function is to eat, drink and sleep and occasionally breed. Nothing more and nothing less.

Yet we all seem to think that we do need more. We need those Levi's and that make-up and the pop corn and hair-dryers. We need them to survive. We need those magazines to tell us how to look and act because we have no concept of ourselves. We need those films to take us to another time and space because we have no concept of imagination. We need those clocks and calandars to tell us where to be and when because we don't understand what freedom means. We have lost the ability to trust nature to tell us when to sleep and when to wake.

But on the bright side, oh how we've progressed! Oh how civilised we are now! How much more we can do now! How much freer and kinder and wiser we are now. Oh how learned we are now and, oh how powerful we are now! Oh how we've progressed.

But have we progressed or is science merely just catching up with the changing effects of the world? Are humans really more civilised or is it just that those in power lead us to believe we are so we are easier to control? And are we so much more freer and kinder and wiser? Sometimes it really doesn't seem it.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Jamie's Beautiful Long Flowing Locks

The Clippers

Oh Fuck!

It's Gonna Get Me


Oh My God!

It's Over

Yes! I did it!!! I found the 7th magic fish and now it's finally over. It's a relief but I wonder if I'll feel that empty hollow feeling you get after finishing a really good book. Now my obsession is over I can string up my geetar and start playing again. I can go to the shops and buy film for my camera and start taking pictures again. I can send emails to all the people I've been meaning to send to for ages. I can post Mel's birthday present thats now 2 weeks over due (sorry mel). I can go on Amazon and order dad a present for Father's day. I can phone the bastard bank and yell at them for being useless. The world is my oyster.

Friday, June 16, 2006

The Hippies Win Again

A friend sent an excerpt from a magazine he read about the recent drugs law changes applied to magic mushrooms and, most importantly, the new loop-holes to avoid getting done. The law used to state that it was a criminal offence to be found in possession of prepared magic mushrooms, meaning 'shrooms that were dried or infused. Now it states that even picking the mushroom is classed as preparing it and can make you liable for up to seven years in prison. If you pick it and give it to someone this can lead to life imprisonment. Insane.

But, if you picked it and did not know it to be a magic mushroom, then that's ok. And if you picked it with the sole intention of giving to the authorities to destroy, then that's ok too. So if you are caught with 'prepared' mushrooms and you hand it over to the policeman and say 'I picked these to give to you so they could be destroyed' then you're fine and dandy. Although if your dressed in a long flowing tie-dye skirt and a potato sack with a big joint hanging from your mouth, you might want to get a good lawyer.

The thing is, the law is so elusive how could they ever really do you? And why would they want to bother?

When The Cat's Away The Mouse Will Play........

Fish Tycoon!

No, seriously, this game is beginning to ruin my life. It all started off as a bit of fun. Jamie thought it was boring and I thought it was dead good. I wish it had stayed that way. See Jamie has more time to play it than I do so it wasn't long before he was breeding more fish than me, selling more, earning more money. He is also a much more methodical and organised fish breeder than I am and so his game is less stressful than mine. Now that he is away for a few days I am catching up but I just wish it was over. I am bored of fish. I want my life back. I have one more maagic fish to find and then that's me. I'll sell up and start doing normal things again, like talking to people.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Fish Tycoons

It's strange what it can do to a body when they have no TV. At first me and Jamie survived vy downloading the entire second series of Lost and watching it on the computer. Oooh those others are nasty pieces of work. But after that ended there was a void that needed to be filled. I started playing a game called Fish Tycoon. At first Jamie huffed and puffed and told me it was the most boring game ever. But he had a void that needed filling too. He started to play the game as well. Now we are both hopelessly and utterly addicted to buying, breeding and selling fish. Even as I write this now I'm taking breaks to feed my newborns.

We love our fishies but we aren't complete saddos and have been making the most of the good weather. I woke up late for work the other morning and phoned in sick as I couldn't deal with the rush to get there. I phoned later to say I would be in the next day and was told to take it off as I sounded so poorly. So me and Jamie spent the day at White Rocks beach and Jamie reckoned he could swim all the way out to the rocks but claimed it was too cold when I dared him. Another day, he says. I'm holding him to it. Today was spent taking Zoe's terrible twosome for a walk along the river path in Ballymena and this evening was spent taking Nelly's terrible twosome a walk along the river path in Cully. Nelly will be reassured that while she's away cavorting in London me and Jamie have tired the dogs out enough that they won't have energy for scunging.