I Don't Like Mondays

Monday morning; it's cold in the office, my steak wrap from the greesy burger van had a bone in it and I got in late, again. The snow is still laid down thick outside (for Hull) and that would be a good thing but for two reasons: 1. I got a nice big clump of slush in my shoe while walking to work and 2. I can't see it but I'm still in the fecking cold.

I don't have anything constructive to say this morning. I just watch to bitch.
I'm sick of Christmas at the minute. It doesn't usually bother me but this year I feel I have had my face rubbed in my own poverty by the media and advertisers. Not only that, but the gullible morons that are susceptible to manipulation by TV advertisers are on my back for presents and such. It's never been the season of giving in the UK, as far as I know, but it's a fucking good idea. I resent buying people Christmas presents because it's expected and it's a lot of expense all at once. Birthdays aren't so bad since they are spread out over the year.

More rants later.

Footprints in the Snow

Well I'm late for work, again, on purpose because I'm too lazy to get out of bed. I was up in time, but I just preferred bed. It's not good.

It was nice to open the curtains and see freshly fallen snow. I'm a logical sort of chap, mostly, yet seeing snow covered ground still brings me cheer. It's true what they say about the British; they will complain about all types of weather but they will sell their grandmother for a bit of decent snow. So why don't more Brits holiday in the Arctic instead of Spain? It's a strange paradox.

For lunch today it's cheese (slightly past it's best) and turkey slice sandwiches. Nuked in the works' microwave, which is covered in mould on the inside. A strange phenomenon since microwave kill mould and bacteria. Are there any moulds that are resistant to microwave radiation?

Are you a Paedophile?

The word 'paedophile' get's batted about alot in our nation's media, sometimes incorrectly.
It certainly is hugely misinterpretted by the ignorant masses, so here is a definition guide:

Paedophilia - a sexual preference for pre-pubescent individuals.
Not acceptable, in any way.

Hebephilia - a sexual preference for early pubescent individuals.
Does not go against nature, but impeding for sociatal development of the recipient.
Age ranges from maybe 10 to 14 depending on when they start puberty.

Ephebophilia - s sexual preference for late pubescent individuals.
Does not go against nature and does not impede the sociatal development of the recipient.
Age ranges from maybe 14 to 19 depending on when they start puberty.

Have we learned anything today?

Avatar Movie and a Rant

Well, this is my first Blog and like most new Bloggers, I'm sure my last! But ofcourse the intention is to carry it on if I can be bothered.

I thought it would be a good idea to start a Blog since I like a rant, and what is a rant without an audience but a nutcase raving to himself? Though I don't shy away from this description, I hope, I have something informative to say in at least some of the parts of my rants that may help you live your life in peace and joy, or amuse you in some deep way that tickles you for a week. Don't hold your breath though...

Well I'm at work, a new job, and less than a week into it I'm already skiving. I expected it of myself, don't get me wrong, but this job makes it so easy! It's not good, I know this, but it seems my will is weak in this area of temptation. That's not to say I haven't had a productive morning, however! I've already sent off a letter of complaint to Hull City Council (officially the worst local authority in Europe) about the sham they have made of a road and the poor road planning (two separate matters) that has gone on recently. This is in addition to another letter with 4 points of complaints.

I've decided that's my thing now; complaining. Well, someone has too? Apparently the British are the most polite people in the world when it complaining, meaning they don't do it as much as anyone else. Not even the Canadians? I'd have though they where more contented than we, but then they do have French influences (yes that is a derogatory comment) and a better idea of civil liberties than we. I aim to complain to protect the common man (read: also woman), though I'm sure there will be times that I completely fail and end up being purely self serving. After all in this Capitalist society we are encouraged to look after our own interests and that kind of programming is not easily broken! I'll try and be selfless and all anyone can do is try.

I like brackets (a lot) as you can see. They enable me to annotate my comments. After all, sentences are funny. I don't think it sentences (and I'm sure you don't either). I think in a system of connected ideas that can surface as a collection of short statements that interrelate, and I'm sure you probably do to, if you think at all. You don't have to by the way, don't worry. Just live and try not to step on people. Anything more than that is a bonus really.

Don't read all of my Blog by the way. It's all just bollocks. That's my disclaimer. If you take it seriously and get upset, you really only have yourself to blame. I like to think of myself as a force of nature. Don't let the howling of the wind upset you, but if such things please you, please enjoy my bluster.

A can of energy drink done and my tastebuds still tingle for it's sweet goodness. Tastebuds: all one word? It should be. Spellcheck doesn't like it. Spellcheck doesn't like the word Spellcheck either but sod it. Rage against the machine! Please don't let Office Spellcheck dictate to you what is and what is not English. YOU create and preserve the English language, not a computer program. Add some new words to your dictionary, you'll be happier for it! Nothing is really wrong, just unpopular. This from a grammar Nazi!

The clichéd bit:
I saw the movie Avatar last night. It was good but the cinema ballsed it up. Avoid Reel cinema (St. Stepehens, deserving on another rant) in Hull. I highly recommend Vue, in Princes Quay (Hull) for your cinema experience. Probably more to come on that.
End of cliché

End of first Blog? Why not. It's a blowing a gale out, hailstoning (another word Spellcheck doesn't like) hard. I'm glad I'm inside to enjoy it's sound on the metal roof.

I am not rereading my Blog. Errors will just have to remain.