Perchance to dream

I’m going to be getting myself a laptop after xmas and then I might actually be able to write and post stuff when I say I will.

The home computer I now use is actually mr oddegg’s and whilst it was perfect when all I wanted to do was send emails or look things up online every so often, now that I’ve shrugged off my Luddite shackles, embraced the technology revolution, tuned in, jacked up and, most importantly, started writing porn constantly, I really need to get a machine of my own.

 

Because somehow, “Sweetie, can I interrupt your very important video editing so I can write about men rimming each other” doesn’t meet with such a favourable response. Can’t think why.

 

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And having decided on the new comp. I now feel I should probably ban myself from the internet for my own good.

I was hop-scotching my way around comic sites and on a comicbookresources forum came upon an old thread about how long you can stay awake (yeah, I’m not sure what it was doing there either) and there were people who were all ‘well, I need my 9 hours but I did once stay awake for a WHOLE 36 HOURS!!’ and my first two responses were, pretty simultaneously:

a) Cunts. Try 16 weeks of intermittent insomnia, bitch!

b) 36 hours. Pussy-ass motherfuckers. I was awake for a 40 hour stretch on Friday and still went out partying!!

 

But the one that worried me was the third, rather competitive response:

c) Hmmm. My personal ‘best’ was about 66 hours. I wonder if I could top that.

 

I then found myself actually thinking about testing how long I can do without sleep. Just out of curiosity.

Don’t think I should let my brain out without supervision anymore.

 

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“I need my sleep. I do. I need 8 hours a day… and about 10 at night.”

Bill Hicks

 

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I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to rant incoherently for a moment because I’ve just seen this BBC news headline: Diana ‘had contraceptive pills’

 

Who cares? No. Really. Who the FUCK cares about this shit? It has been 10 years. Why is this still, not only considered news, but considered headline news?

 

She may have been a lovely woman, she may have been a vapid bitch, she may have been pregnant with Dodi’s child, she may have been driven off the road by paparazzi; she may even have been clandestinely assassinated by frickin ninja smurfs sent by Prince Philip the secret alien Lizard King of the world - I don’t know.

I-Don’t-Care.

I didn’t care at the time, and apart from perhaps a brief moment of ‘oh, that’s sad. How awful for her family’, unless you knew the woman personally YOU SHOULDN’T CARE EITHER!!  

 

This is not fucking news, it is gossip! Its just one more symptom of this ‘celebrity’ fixated culture of ours that will tolerate any level of useless, talentless-asshattedness from our scrape-the-fucking-barrel ‘personalities’ so long as we can carry on gazing at you on the goggle-box and looking at your pictures in magazines and dreaming, oh yes!, of that happy fucking day when we too can grab our piece of the rainbow, catch that falling star etc and see ourselves there on Celebrity Big Brother along with the rest of the wastes of genetic material.

The best part of these stupid bastards stayed in the condom when it split.

 

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I think it’s possible I may find the general xmas atmosphere rather irritating. Bah fucking Humbug.