Whatever you do, don't tell anyone

Open to Interpretation

nobody@vox.com(Vacant Heroic) — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 17:10:24 +0100

There appears to be some correlation between fear and misunderstanding. People on a whole tend to fear the things that they cannot interpret. It starts arguments, fights, even wars, this little thing called fear, and why? Because none of us understand one another; not really or truly. I've just watched the film Southland Tales, and reading some of the responses to the film it's the self-same scenario that those who watch fear what they don't understand, and those who fear retaliate. It would be a delight for the entire world to open up its collective mind and choke down the elements of existence that are beyond its understanding; would war remain? Would hate or pain be as punctual? There will always be aggression, but aggression with sheer purpose is passion. Aggression as an act of misunderstanding is pointless.

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Domestic Frustrations

nobody@vox.com(Vacant Heroic) — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 16:07:36 +0100

She seems interested only in grief. In holding onto bad memories and then unleashing their effect upon the world at the most random and unforeseen times in the future. There are no solutions to her problems; only the resolve that leads to her own happiness. Compromise is not a factor in contention here, as that nullifies the previous sentence. Don't think, don't feel, just say the words that make her happy. Maybe I don't want to do that, though. Maybe a little give and take is all I'm looking for. Nope. In that case, I've lost already.

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Savour this day, Lou.

nobody@vox.com(Vacant Heroic) — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 17:06:23 +0100

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This doesn't happen very often...

It's been a good day today.

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CAPTCHA Verification

nobody@vox.com(Vacant Heroic) — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 21:15:24 +0000

I don't mind them asking us to enter random assortments of numbers and letters, but this is crazy...

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Can anyone actually work out what the above code is? It took me, like, 10 friggin minutes...

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An Unusual Error

nobody@vox.com(Vacant Heroic) — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 16:12:50 +0000

Don't ask me why, but I found this rather funny.

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I don't think I've ever come across a usual error, let alone an unusual one. Perhaps someone broke the internet in a particularly irreverent and creative way; threw a flaming penguin at it or something.

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Economic Crisis? Make it worse!

nobody@vox.com(Vacant Heroic) — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 09:56:34 +0000

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So, according to Yahoo! we here in the UK are facing an economic crisis, due to our stupidly high reliance on credit, and a mere few millimeters away from this damning headline reads the text: Need a loan? Get the deal for you. Thank you, mass media. You never steer us wrong...

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A revelation... sponsored by Pepsi Wild Cherry

nobody@vox.com(Vacant Heroic) — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 18:05:29 +0000

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Over here in the UK we don't really do variety. Particularly not in the soft drink field. Pepsi is Pepsi. If you're lucky you might see a Diet Pepsi stashed away somewhere. More often you might see a Pepsi Max, but otherwise it's just Pepsi. In a store nearby that stocks American import items I picked up this amazing piece of innovation: Pepsi Wild Cherry. I've always considered Pepsi to be the better Cola, but on that note it's always been hard to make a call on whether I prefer Pepsi or Cherry Coca Cola; often I would daydream to myself, "you know, if only they'd make a Cherry Pepsi, then I'd be set!" and now look what has happened to me. And now I can only get this in a place 20-30 miles away, or from America. Not to mention that they jack up the price for it being an "Import Can"; £1.20 it costs! (that'd be about $2.00 or more). Yet more proof that perhaps I'm in the wrong country...

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Funny Games

nobody@vox.com(Vacant Heroic) — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 16:11:57 +0000

Somedays I grow tired of the tedium that life arches you into. There's this sense of participation that I just seem to find overwhelmingly bothersome on occasional days, almost like playing a game. Life throws you into this cycle of want and need, and work and success, and it just gets you down some times. When you take a self-reflective few minutes, and just step back out of your own skin to see the shape the world is carving you out of you just wish you could be less dependent on the things that control you. I sit in this room, a television on that I'm not even watching, and XBOXs, IPods, cell phones, littering this space I call home, and part of me longs to be content for it all to go. Part of me wishes I could find comfort in less than this. Part of me wishes that I wasn't tied down to work to support all of these products I convince myself are a requirement for living.

This is a very temporary sensation I get, soon enough I will re-sell myself the idea that 1000 channels, portable music, video games, and the worldwide web are what I need to survive; what I want to thrive. But at a point like this I would take no greater pleasure than being stranded on a sun-drenched island with a book and a glass of juice. I've got all the time in the world to be new age, and rock 'n roll. How long have I got to stand still and simply exist?

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today 003

nobody@vox.com(Vacant Heroic) — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 23:15:25 +0000

Newcastle failed to seal the deal this evening, but it was in someone elses graveyard, so a draw is a decent result. I had a good night with a significant other, and that makes four straight days now of decency. Ever since our celebration of the past year things have looked up; I think things might be okay as long as we're learning to be more adult than our stupidity and so-called pride lets us be.

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Working... is... good... ?

nobody@vox.com(Vacant Heroic) — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 19:35:48 +0000

Apparently it's true. I've been doing it quite a bit lately, and to my own surprise, I've been doing so willingly! I don't know where this vigor for work has come from, but it's entered my life like a surprising stranger, so it has. By this I mean the kind of stranger that perhaps professes, as if by random, a fondness for every single album and film you live for. As opposed to a stranger who, perhaps, urinates on your shoes and then giggles at his or her own genitalia. That's not the kind of stranger I ever want to meet again... !

Anyway, my jaded past is behind me, and my future is here to stay. So far it's looking rather promising, see. It's ruddy glorious being able to set-out to accomplish something, something you actually need to do, and enjoy the process of doing it. I'm hoping with every ounce of me this trend continues, as it would be awful nice to wake up for the next few days with drive and passion. Those things have seemed all to foreign to me lately - here's to a sense of purpose.

In other news I believe I'll be having a good night tonight. A celebration of a year with spaghetti dinners and apple desserts! Only myself and one other person know what this means, and I'm only really writing it as a kind of milestone for my future self to reflect on and say "yeah, that was a rather kick ass evening!"

Rockin'.

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