Hung

Sometimes it seems like a better idea to just sit down with a cup of tea in the dead of night, alone, while everyone around you sleeps.

This is usually my favourite part of being alone. It's a time that I can reflect and get everything into context in my head. I guess it's pretty similar to dreaming, except that I never dream, so this is my time for reflection. To live up to the title of this blog I figured I might aswell ramble on randomly for a bit and hopefully at the end of it I'll have a nice, healthy looking chunk of text that has taken me a whole lot longer to type up than it has for whoever you are [reading this] to read.

I get envious at the people who have an idea that I wish I had thought of, and pretty soon after I will start to think of something similar, but despite my efforts I'll come up with something that I deem never to be good as the original idea.
I guess it's a flaw in my character, but at the same time, maybe it's just human nature to want something that someone else has had the luck, knowledge, thought, or downright genuis to accomplish. I'm pretty sure it is human nature, but very few people will ever admit it to anyone, let alone themselves.

Over the course of 2009 I've had a whole load of changes take place and while some of them rocked my outlook on life, others managed to replace that skewed perception of the world and allowed me to get rid of that metaphorical fish-eye lens I was using when looking at the world, and gave me a nice clean lens with no fingerprints on so that I could start shooting my life how I pleased. Photography as a metaphor for life seems pretty good, but in essence I'm sure I could draw a tenuous link between anything as a metaphor for life.
I've never been a photographer, however I heard that Polariod are going to remake their famous cameras, in both digital (how does that work?) and the original format. This actually made me feel the same giddyness a child usually feels when they see the first adverts for toys on the lead up to Christmas, which I'm guessing, is about now...

I haven't watched telly in ages. By "telly" I mean sitting down and actually wanting to watch a programme. I seem to do all my TV viewing late at night, and mostly on Dave, watching repeats of Mock The Week, QI, Top Gear or some other "Brought to you by the BBC, chosen by Dave" classic. I watched Saw II last night, inbetween the ad breaks for some programme on More4 called Hung, about (from what I gathered) a dude who's got a house, that got burned down, and his wife left him for a doctor who's got a pecker, but a lot of money, and now the original dude's trying to make money using his dong. Strange, but quite interesting. I've totally undersold the programme now, which is a real shame, but I'm hoping that like most people, the title alone will intrigue people into watching it.

I've got a shitload of uni work that's going to hit the proverbial fan any time soon and I'm really not looking forward to it. I just need to get the next month out of the way and it's all plain sailing again.

I feel as thought I've now forgotten about everything that I was going to soil this page with. Damnit.

I never read what I've written. I just dont like doing it. I scrolled through this page and caught a glimpse of what I'd written and it made me feel awkward. It's like reading a letter that doesn't belong to you, but mentions you in it. You realise now that you've overstepped a barrier that you should never go near, and you're left feeling rather resentful at yourself for knowing something you should never have known. I really an rambling now. I don't even know what I'm going on about anymore, but the enjoyment I'm getting from just rhythmically tapping away at this keyboard feels great. It's as though I'm gathering pace like a snowball and soon enough it'll all come crashing down, hopefully into a rather witty signing off that will make me look smart and funny, and leave you feeling like you wished you had thought of it first.

I think I just managed it.