iliketowrite. and stuff.

Why is it that we as humans, find it strange to approach a stranger and start a conversation? Is it due to us analyzing all the possible outcomes and worrying about the worst? Is it due to us just being to scared? I cannot be the only one that see’s someone on the street and thinks i would wish i could just go say hi, but what is preventing us? surely we should try to seize the opportunity to do what ever we want, because you will only get that opportunity once, yes you might meet that person everyday, but it wont be the same, it wouldn’t have been then, that first time you saw them, to them they will still think a new person started talking to me today whenever (if ever) you build up the courage to say hi, so whats the difference to doing it on impulse instead of spending that 10-15 minute period after you have that thought of should i or shouldn’t i, don’t wait, especially for those petty things. In the words of Frank Turner (and i’m sure people before him) No one gets remembered, for the things they didn’t do.

Well this is it. 2012. The end of days. The apocalypse. Ragnarok, Armageddon. Apparently the world will end and there is no escape. Even Kim Jong-IL would rather shuffle off this mortal coil than see in the new year knowing there’s a chance the mayans got it right. So what can we expect from our last year on earth? Riots? Earthquakes? Volcanoes? The dead rising from the grave? Well maybe not the last one, what is certain is the press will do something utterly unconscionable. Celebrities will behave appallingly and there will still be no money, some important people will die and we shall moan about the weather, on reflection, maybe the end of the world won’t be so bad. So let us go gently into this new year together, as one, safe in the knowledge that if the world does end, at least we shall be ready. Build a concrete bunker in your garden, stock up in that ham in the tin and stick on your best jumper. Because 2012 is going to be very interesting indeed. Happy new year.

I love having quite a vivid imagination, but when i come up with my random ideas like monkeys being stoners and going on a search for bananas…. is when i know ive gone to far and i need to do more with my life and actually focus on one project. 

My favourite time of year, surrounded by my family, friends and loved ones, full of laughter and joy; but i cant help but feel sorry, for those people in the world, who are shut ins, lifeless, loveless, heartless people, content sitting in solitary silence, only breaking the silence to complain and moan. When you think of how lucky we are to be able to enjoy Christmas, it makes you think about all of those people who aren’t able too, don’t take christmas for granted and embrace this time of year.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Hi ho friendo’s, now i know what your thinking, and trust me i’m not batman, or an Asian man who happens to look, sound, walk, dress and occasionally smell like batman, no; for i am just a man who happens to wonder why there is no single man who can over throw the human race, or enslave it. See i know that in films and other forms of media the leader of a group or organisation, usually seems to be a old, frail man who commands the respect of others due to his commitment to the organisation or due to the people he knows, and this is the same in government, why do we decide to follow the orders of a man/woman who we moan and complain about? anyway i best go fight some crime. i mean… walk the dog.

The constant creation of technology, occasionally makes me think of when will we stop. When will the process of creation be over, when humans are futile? When we can no longer create and we reproduce the same product with a different brand name. What about when humans are over run by a superior being? Now this may sound like I’m beginning to exaggerate, and that maybe this will never happen, but it makes you think, doesn’t it?

I hung there, by my ankles, whilst a large masked man beat me in the face and chest, as the blood rushed to my head and the blows became more and more numbing after each deadly strike, and the blood began to feel like it was slowly curdling in the back of my skull. I knew that there was no point in struggling or any reason to resist, no need to scream or plea. As the pain became less and less so did my ability to stay concious. His screams and questions became more and more muffled as the room became black. If this was my time I was ready to accept my death.