Brain Cage

I'm too tired to sleep. At least I think I'm tired. I really don't want to do anything, which includes writing this, so I'm thinking sleep is an appropriate action....but here I am. I was also thinking this earlier, and I will be until I actually do fall asleep, It's all the same and by now you may have figured out I'm trying to avoid present tense so that it doesn't look like I don't know what to write about. I failed. Killer whales get a hard press, their name presumes a sort of malice, maybe they've already lulled me in with their adorably small eyes. Dolphins are the one to watch out for, they kill sharks. Well not all of them, I don't want to generalise, but they can be quite violent. Apparently they rape other male dolphins to assert their dominance in a group, like an ocean prison. The ocean is a prison in some respects. Well so are all things if you think about it, so it loses a lot of meaning. I think I'm getting hairier, how long does puberty actually last? Is it normal to get sentimental over a calender? I mean once its finished. That time is spent, all those memories, and times when I didn't use it, why oh why did I not give you the attention you deserved? It's like when you get a really handy phone that can do all sorts of things to organise your time, but you still barely use it as an alarm clock, never mind making memos, and creating profiles and stuff. I started watching Mad Men, it's on the same channel as Breaking Bad, and that show is awesome. Mad Men is make you watch, but I don't really know why, not much happens but it's still immersive. I don't like this feeling. Even I don't want to read this.

Right of Passage

Damn son,

I just read my last post, the one from back in December. I couldn't help but cringe. Putting my insecurities behind me, I remember promising someone a few years ago that I would post when Thatcher died. Well she died yesterday. I have to say that it's not such a big deal. There seems to be quite the Michael Jackson phenomenon going on, I mean maybe she wasn't such the bitch that I thought she was two days ago. One day I'm going to die, will I get more Facebook friends after? It will be weird when Facebook becomes like the matrix, I wonder if we'll check our notifications when we're online. My sleep pattern has changed, I wake up in time for 9 am class on time, after my classes have finished. I've finally left puberty. I do feel a strange urge to straighten up and fly right.


Back to Thatcher. The thing about Thatcher is that she was a woman, and leader of the Conservative Party.

Now that bit is not intended to be sexist or anything, and I realise that it sounds more so once I said it's not meant to be sexist, but it's true. I just wanted to show how little I care by sharing the information everyone knows as an opinion. You know what does piss me off? This blog thing is telling me I'm spelling words wrong when I'm not, I mean it's the internet, how about you go use a fucking dictionary? This stupid browser knows me inside out, taking so much information from me and selling it as market research, but it can't tell that here we spell colour with a fucking 'u'? And I'm not one of those pretentious pricks who is insulted by Americanisms, but I feel really persecuted here, don't tell me how to spell English in England!

The U.N wants to establish free speech on the internet as a human right. Really? It doesn't enshrine the right to adequate housing, but if you do have a house with an internet connection, then you better believe in the civilised (yes there's no z in civilised Google) world you can type whatever the fuck you want online, that's some pretty sacred shit. Except if you're Wiki leaks. I was just thinking, isn't it about time that keyboards incorporated ctrl alt del as a single button? I mean it should really then be called ctrl alt del, but still. No one would like the idea of a task manager button, especially those fucking internet nerds. Internet nerds are the worst, they are so fundamentalist its unbelievable. Nerds in general are, with their warped conceptions of non-conformism and militant atheism. Wow I really have left puberty.