26th March - Cables and Problems

When about 6 days ago i got money, i ordered a part for my computer, a new hard disk drive. It arrived 6 agonising days later, today. I've been waiting since monday for the cheerfull knock on the door of the early morning postman. Today it happened! However, may joy was short lived, the damn thing doesn't fit. Doesn't fit because its 1.5Millimeters too high. Frig!

So i ordered a new HDD, from ebay of course, asked the guy i bought the non-fitting one from it i can return it, and hope to god the new one arrives by friday. Or i seriously will crack. Today was the first time in a week, YES A WEEK, of being on the internet/computer. Damn i need to catch up.

Also recent new i must say about my recent night out with freinds monkey Hel__ and the phillips was quite bizzarre, i ended up quite paraletical and gave some brown prophesies to the toilet bowl, not good stuff at all, especially as it was after such as reasonable amount of booze... i have drank 6 pints of vitamin G before without any such trouble, i've gone all the way upto 9 before calling a halt to the expensive night out! Strange that my memory is fine up to leaving the bar we were in, and blank ever after. I suspect foul play, but with such complete memory lack it's hard to think straight about it! I compulsively had to leave early the next day too (6am) in case of the delivery of what, then, seemed to be the answer to all my problem.

It only later occured to me than getting a cable/cables to connect the drive outside the case may be a much more affordable, if slightly lunatic way to go about it... So i ordered some cables to, about £25's worth of cables, if, with all these cables, two fresh HDD and tonnes of patience i can't solve the problem, i think i'll just pay £50 for an airgun and blow myself up.

19th March

Well i'm still alive, and the funk soul brother. At the library, dreaming away for time untill i can get up and work, get up and do my clunky bit. Give me coin i'll give you booty. Thats how it is. I'm going home soon to get all the extraneous crap in my life and sell it. It's called trimming, and i'm gonna remove all the extra special nonesence, at my beck and call is the biggest market in the world... eBay!

Whilst many people are curious or only cautious about ebay, it rates over amazon and probably all other online markets at being the biggest place with the lowest prices (generally). Also, if you're after something and aren't as glutton to want it first hand only you can get really GOOD deals. But enough waffling, i'm not an advert, honest.

Anyways, nothing much else to report, i'm bored because my life is boring and jobless. But hopefully it wont always be so!

Bad x2

What to do with my days now? My religion has failed me, the religion of the electron. Religion is believing in something yes? Well i believed in computers and now mine is broken again! I'm not going to be fixing it untill ELD (easter loan day). So what am i going to do? Work is the obvious solution, and socialise, the rest of the time I'll be here at the DMU Library, messing around on the internet. Blogging and being miserable. Withdrawl is a pain!

Anyway, short of depressing you, the problem with my computer is one of hard disk drive faliure. Thats where all the files, photos, songs, assignment copies, movies, games, and programs dissapear, for good. A lot of work might have been lost, but if there is one good thing, it's that i backed up a lot of my crucial files (songs, assignments, writing and perhaps photos too), about two weeks ago, oh lucky fate!

But yes hopefully with a dead computer to ressurect (and i can fix it). I will be convinced to work like that song says "Harder better faster stronger". Well thats the theory. The alternative is mental death. For yourselves, i urge no beliefs at all, it's all smoke and mirrors.

15th March – 5th Gear

So Easter is here now, is it time for reflection on things. No, reflection just wastes time! I am suddenly possessed with such a drive to get a job. So much so that over the last 2 days I've applied for jobs all over the shop. Three call centre jobs, Fifteen specific jobs, and 8 CV submissions to Leicester agencies later. Quite surprisingly though, I've already had one response, more of that later.

Its not that I wont be able to survive without a job, I just want one for the experience. The honest income, and hopefully a part time one that I can continue through next term to “finance my studies” as they say (and as students we all know what that means).

I have also added another 19 backentries for all of august 07 to this blog, quite a depressing time for the most part. Except for a few occaisions of working, and a few holidays away from it all! It's interesting to go back and review your own life in this fashion, very retrospective! I realise the flaw of having this thing as a blog; It's backwards. The most recent entry is at the front, where as the first chronologically is so far back. It's a situation i cant remedy, but i can add more detail.

13th March – Taxed

When I was young at school, we using to accuse people, in an amicable sort of way, of “taxing” things. We would say, “You’ve taxed my pencil” or “Someones taxed my PE kit”. We made it slang for “to steal. So “taxing” was stealing.

This came back to me when reading about the new “budget” our government is making. For those not in the know, a “budget” is not a way to save money, but a way to extort money from the taxpayer (the middle and lower classes). Tax is a percent of the products price that goes into the governments pockets. So tax is going up. That’s the only way politicians think or want it to go. We will be paying more on booze, cars and cigs.

But don’t forget about the normal (hidden) tax you already pay on pretty much everything... Value Added Tax. VAT is where the government makes goods more expensive based on their current price (they add 17.5% to whatever price it is.. Why? Well everyone knows but the government won’t admit it, they are just greedy.

BOOZE. The price of booze is to slip up 4p a pint, 14p per wine bottle, sprits by 55p a bottle and cider by 3p a litre. This is what the government thinks will stop millions of preteens teens and irresponsible peoples (like me perhaps) pigging out on Eau d’ethanol. Why not have age based taxes? If we assume the media is correct and people below 25 cannot drink without going to excess tax THEM more perhaps? 4p on my Guinness and 55p on my vodka bottles are just an annoyance, not dissuader.

CIGS are going up 11p a packet. Damn that’s the nail in the coughing for the smokers isn’t it? Hounded out of all public places, you can’t run from tax, even if your 20 a day habit hasn’t messed up your life, the tax on it will.

In an effort to make Britain more environmentally friendly, DRIVERS will be keeping their coppers, as there’s an extra 2p on every litre but not until October. Our planet will be soon saved, as will our presumably bulging sofas stuffed full of change. I really wish a government wouldn’t make big “promises” about “getting touch”, only to add microscopic amounts to damaging factors. In short, I really wish a government had balls to do what is right.

So the government is taxing even more off us, whilst pretty much solving no problems at all. You don’t have to be a school kid to understand tax, but boy I feel like a victim now!

6th February

Blind Lines Curving all the time.

I’m suddenly very distant from everything. You see it suddenly seems to me that all these philosophies about exploring the inner soul seem pointless, useless. At the end of the day you’re just thinking about stuff. Thinking and not doing. I feel like I have been doing too much thinking and not enough doing. Also I have been neglecting this, my tourniquet, the written (or printed page).

I’m not stating here that I believe forms of reflective self expression, art, and mysticisms are crap, or even redundant. It’s just I’m not in the mood for all these people who are digging into it, just because it’s cool, or an easy ride. You know who you are.

The thoughts and feelings that come from inside you are yours and for you alone. You won’t be able to put them into words others can understand without good experience in language, art, poetry, writing, psychology and philosophy. And if you have time to study those at length, then my god what a lot of time you have.

Besides stating the bleeding obvious, this is more of a warning to those that wish to follow the path of becoming incomprehensible to others. The words will not fit your meaning when the meaning cannot fit into words. Even if you can make it fit. What you will find is that it’s already been said, far too many times before.