Starey starey stare. Staring at the screen at 4am in the morning with my iPod, my phone and some Vaseline. Don’t ask why I have an ipod please. As I sit here I find myself wondering “Hmmm. What shall I write about”. I mean, there is a fat hedgehog in the news which is on a diet, but I am not in hedgehog mood. What is happening to the Fruitarian war? I dunno. I can’t be bothered to write about it at the moment. Then there is the story that some muslim clerics or something are saying we should all change to Mecca Time instead of GMT. But I wont write about that as I will just get annoyed. Part 4 of the search engine stuff? Well I could, but the ones I left out are from people searching for stuff which is frankly wrong. One bordered on animal abuse in a sexual nature. So no. Not going to write about that, and one of the “Cheeky Girls” is marrying an MP. My giddy god it’s a slow news night.
On the TV is some utter rubbish, but then, it is 4am. Of course, what was I really expecting to be on! Actually, as a sidenote on that, did you know that deaf people only watch TV during the night? Yeah, I didn’t know that. It seems being deaf makes you an insomniac or something. I say this because every show has sign language on as standard. So I have music on in just one ear on the off chance that the phone rings and I have to do work. My iPod is currently playing Alanis Morissette.
Oh Shush. I like it. And it is just a couple of songs and I will move on to something else. OK? Good.
So I need to change the music as her angst filled lullabies are not conducive to writing a post. Plus, why does she have one hand in her pocket? Is she surfing the net I wonder… It would explain the other hand now holding a cigarette I guess.
Work tonight has been spookily quiet. Some things disconnected but reconnected. Some things went blue when they should be green but I made them go back green. I made sure that when the workers of this company come in to work in a few hours time, any fun sites they could get to before are no longer there but are replaced by a big blockage sign.
And there I am. That is my current situation. Sat in a dark room with 14 plasma screens showing stuff which is currently all good. And I still don’t know what to put in this post so I am changing the music. I now have Avenged Sevenfold on. Yeah, this is just not really changing anything. And I only have a few hours before I go home. My colleague is watching something on YouTube. Glancing over it looks like cricket highlights.
And I still haven’t written this damn post. In fact, this could well be the longest post in the world about not knowing what to put in a post!
Do you see what I go through to try to (albeit poorly) entertain you?
Actually, lets just write some more rubbish:
Once upon a time was a devilishly handsome rogue called Sy. Sy wasn’t your typical man. He had super powers. His super power was the power of talking complete rubbish allll the time.
As with all superhero’s he had a nemesis. His nemesis was called Serio. Serio had a super power of talking about serious things 24 hour hours a day. Sy hated Serio, and Serio hated Sy. This is because they were both fighting for the affections of Weirio.
Weirio had long hair, blue eyes and was very pretty. She stood at about 5ft tall and had a strange accent. She was also a little weird.
Weirio had no interest in Serio. She only had eyes for Sy because of his devilishly roguish good looks.
Serio was livid and kidnapped Weirio and put her on the top of a big building and told Sy to come and get her. Sy accepted the challenge and came to save weirio. An epic battle broke out between Sy and Serio.
“You are a stinky poopie head!” Sy opened the battle with.
“The paranoiac is the exact image of the ruler. The only difference is their position in the world. One might even think the paranoiac the more impressive of the two because he is sufficient unto himself and cannot be shaken by failure. ” Serio threw at Sy
“yeah? Well you smell like an old person who is on a diet of cabbage!” Sy retaliated with.
And then Serio thre the ultimate attack in his arsenal of words.
“There is no dignity quite so impressive, and no one independence quite so important, as living within your means.”
Living within his means was something Sy could not do. It was his biggest weak point. He collapsed clutching his chest. Serio continued his attack:
“It’s far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help.”
Sy, reaching out with one last attack cried out:
“Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy doooooooooooooooo……………………..”
Serio crumbled under the pressure, falling to his knees crying. Sy gaining his strength continues his journey and saves Weirio. Weirio, not that interesed in Sy, moved on and got together with Aweseomo. Sy took a pottery making course and Serio studied for a diploma in stupidness. He failed.
The end.
What? You were expecting something good out of this post?
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