Tales from the pot

The Shutterbug

Camera in hand, he walked on. And on, and on and on .............. The plateau seemed endless. Though the horizon seemed a finite distance away, it never got any closer. Every time something interesting came up, man, animal, plant or rock, anything whatsoever, a sudden click and snap, photo taken. He didn't know why it happened, why he photographed everything that caught his attention. Its not like he wanted to. With the camera attached to his hand, he just couldn't get rid of it. And the clicking, was even more automated than a reflex, as if somebody , rather something else was forcing him to point and shoot.

The last few days had been the strangest of his life, no food, no water, no sleep, like a long speed trip. But he wasnt spun, no sireee, he was quite content, at least physically, especially after clicking the odd photograph.

to be continued .........

or maybe not.

Boooooorrrriiiiiiing

My endless dilemma, my problem child, back to haunt me. Its a monster of my own creation. Confused, befuddled, clueless???? Let me explain.

Around the time my identity glands first started to grow, and I started developing, what I think is my own identity (the identity question shall be dealt with extensively at a later time), I began to distance myself from some of my erstwhile friends (it could have been the other way around, as in they were repelled by my "identity"). I just found them too shallow, way too fixed in the mundane (like I'm oh so above it all)
that distances grew.

Its not that that i regret it, but every once in a while i find myself longing to do the stuff they do, to be like them, or to be them, because in their "mundane" aspects, they do kick ass. Then I begin to doubt myself, my identity. (Im not gonna put quotes around identity again, and lo and behold, to get around the quotes, i ended with these useless lines of bracket literature.) I start questioning myself, wondering, were my identity glands actually mutated, making mine an X-identity!!!!!! (sorry, sorry, sorry. Its like I need constant monitoring for corny jokes)

I think I'm going to OD, on introspective tosh. My Facebook addiction has finally started to take its toll. Hmmm, hmmmm, "finally started" isn't that an oxymoron???

Listening to : Jack Dangers - Darkly Mix

Reading : Freakonomics, Gloom Cookie, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Arabic road signs.

End of transmission.

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Dear Reader,

This the blogger's supervising entity communicating with you. If you read this blog to get to know the author, then I have something for you. Notice he is so fucking inconsistent, he can't maintain the same format over say, even 3 or 4 posts. Baahh!!!! he is pathetic. If you don't know why you read this blog, then read it cause it wont help you find purpose, but it will make you feel way better bout yourself because you cant be more clueless than this frood.
Adieu

I.S.T.Y.
(I'm Smarter Than You)

The Aural accessories Gnomes strike again

Damn, its like its written in my destiny or something, "If there is something said person possesses that said person thinks looks quite good on him, then said person will lose said thing." Now just for the effect, imagine that was said at a very high speed like those mutual fund advertisements on TV. Sorry. I am just plain crazy you see.

Its just that the fact that I lost a part of one of my favorite studs/spear thingies (i don't know what its technically called) while sleeping , that has me really distressed. And the few kilos of mucus up my nose and cranial cavities ain't helping.

Since I don't have anything/body to blame for my loss (what do you mean???? Of course I wont blame me!!!!) this malicious act of burglary has been blamed on the Aural Acessories gnomes ( Bring on the sound effects). for those who dont who the Aural accessories gnomes are, well they are distant relatives of the underpants gnomes. Now if you dont know who they are, then shame on you!!! what are you doing reading this, go watch South Park!!

Enough nonsense for now, i need some time to make up some more crap to put up here.

Currently Listening to : NOTHING, for a change.

Currently Reading : Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Transmetropolitan, Freakonomics.

Currently Feeling Like : Shit (Just generally, and the above events, so for all you loving readers out there, don't worry, your beloved blogger is safe and sound, if a little groggy)

P.S. : About the picture, thats me at my self centered best, go figure.