I was watching a film just lately, and one of the guys in it told one of the girls in it that she was beautiful, or whatever, and she said thanks and whatever, they hook up or something and live happily ever after. I guess that’s how these things work in film. Oh yeah, before
I don’t want to change human history. I don’t care much to be remembered after I die, even if it is just in the minds of my “loved ones.” I don’t care about contributing to society. I just want what everybody wants: periodic bursts of happiness (I guess, seratonin) that are regular enough to keep
I was listening to the radio while I was in the kitchen getting some lunch. Matthew Bannister is sitting in for Jeremy Vine today, and I must say, apart from having a more boring voice, he and some woman he was talking to have just been bad-mouthing Saw the Ride, which I have been on,
As many of you will be aware, it’s “two thousand and nine,” now. And whilst I expect that a lot of you see the futility in making “new year’s resolutions,” what you don’t understand is you are guilty of a similar mistake, one which is far more common and far less often noted as fallacious.
What always bugged me, even when I was young, was when people comment on the unlikelihood of events happening in films. You know, when Jason Bourne makes an impossible jump, or John McClane runs through a storm of bullets without being hit. Of course, saying “it’s just fiction, it doesn’t matter,” isn’t really a satisfying
Having a comfortable bed is the single biggest mistake you can ever make. I used to think that having a comfortable bed would make a night’s sleep more relaxing, better for you. Better than waking up in the middle of the night with springs digging into your back in painful places (what I get in
For some reason that is beyond my understanding, I had the weirdest dream last night. My family and I were in a house, we might have been moving in. But it was new to us whilst having been lived in before by others. We were exploring the house and coming across signs of the previous
Have you ever really thought about exactly how far you can be pushed before you completely break down this socially acceptable person that you are and go utterly insane? Like, what if you were told (and convinced beyond reasonable doubt) you had a few weeks to live? Some of you wouldn’t be fazed by that,
I came to accept the Warwick Atheists Society as a home, a group of friendly people who shared some key life outlooks with me. I came to this conclusion quickly, and maybe it’s time to rethink a little of what people are assuming are the reasons that I am here. Now, I don’t mean to
Non-secretive people sometimes really piss me off. I literally feel the blood beating in my arteries, and it hurts. I had the misfortune of hearing some sissy poetic jackoff talking to some cheap bit of skirt while I was walking today, and one of the snippets of conversation that I caught went a little like