It seems I’m part of the last bastion of a dying breed.

According to my favourite newspaper, The Guardian, the “blog phenomenon” reached its peak last October and has started to decline. Many have become what are now known as “ghost blogs”; abandoned and left to languish untouched on the internet for who knows how long. The full article can be found RIGHT HERE.

At the peak of blogging, way back in those heady, crazy, hazy days of October last year, they say there were around 200 million websites like mine. No wonder I’m the “biggest internet celebrity you’ve never heard of!” – there’s a ton of competition.

The fact that other blogs are disappearing can only be good news for a certain north London based hippy that likes to smoke dope. Yes, me! Perhaps as all the others disappear, eager consumers of blogs will seek me out for all their blogging needs.

Trust me, I could be your sole provider!

It was my third anniversary of blogging last week and I took a decision not to mark it in my usual nostalgic style. I’m only mentioning it now to make a simple point, which is this: I’m still blogging.

I won’t deny that my blog has changed and evolved over time and it’s far more of a place for me to wax lyrical on whatever’s on my mind that day, than a diary of what I had for lunch.

I think these days, what I do is closer to personal essays or dare I say, a columnist (and one available for hire!) providing considered opinions on a wide variety of subjects.

I still aim to inform and entertain and I try to be as accessible as possible to the widest audience. And I would like it to be wider.

I actually do alright in terms of visitors and for the most part, my numbers have steadily climbed since I started and increased rather dramatically as of late. As blogs go and I mean those written by nobodies such as myself, I think I do pretty damn good.

Not as well as you guys though, because you, my beloved hippyfans were clever enough to make it to this page, slicing through the dross and detritus that pervades the internet like a litter-strewn street.

I prefer to think of my blog as underground, rather than obscure, so well done you for hooking up with the hippy. That puts you right at the heart of the vanguard of the internet elite! It’s just like having the doorman at an exclusive club, invite you inside ahead of the queue and then ushering you straight to the VIP section, where Sarah Harding from Girls Aloud is on her third bottle of Dom and she’s about to get her tits out!

Maybe not, but it’s still superneatocool.

I’m glad you all dig the hippy, because this hippy really digs all of you!

My blog is not a spot you would normally visit when looking for major network television spoilers, so if you’re worried I’m about to reveal something HUGE about one of my favourite programmes and possibly yours, please look away NOW!

Still here? Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

The TV show in question is ABC’s “Lost”, which airs here in the UK on SKY One, or on your PC courtesy of BitTorrent!

The route of this bit of spoilage is rather circuitous, but it comes from a mythical friend of a friend of a friend and it ties in with a casting notice I read on a proper spoiler site.

Yes, I read spoilers. For me, it’s part of the fun!

Anyway, the characters I’m talking about are in an upcoming episode; a hippy couple, and their character names have been purposefully left off the casting notice.

I can confirm, according to my source, that the hippy couple, are the Degroots. They were part of the group that founded the Dharma Initiative, according to Lost-lore.

But that’s not my big, juicy, bit of spoilage. Oh no, this is even bigger than that!

No, what I found out is the identity of their offspring. It’s a regular character and I’ll give you a little hint. This character has mentioned on several occasions that HE was BORN on the island.

That’s right Lost-fans, Ben is none other than the son of the Degroots!

Expect this shocker to drop during the season finale!

If this turns out to be wrong, please don’t shoot the messenger. I think the original source is reliable and it fits in with other known info.

Apologies to non-Lost fans as well, but this is a big deal. Normal hippy service will resume in my next post.

I’m pissed off today.

I’m pissed off most days, if I’m really honest, so to be more precise I’m particularly pissed off at a certain newspaper for their embarrassing and pointless policy shift against cannabis.

Yes, “The Independent on Sunday” newspaper, I’m talking about you!

For two successive Sundays, the IoS ran scare-mongering, anti-cannabis stories on their front page, which were filled with mindless hysteria rather than actual, factual reporting. I expected so much more from this newspaper and I am so disappointed by the collective weak will of their senior editorial staff that I could cry 96 tears. Cry, cry, cry, cry, 96 tears!

Ten years ago, the Indy called for the legalisation of weed, which is a wise and informed position to take but that all changed when they apologised for doing this, a couple of weeks ago on the front page. They say that they have revised their policy following all the recent “evidence” surrounding the dangers of dope.

The Indy then goes on to recount the story of a young man who killed himself, according to his grieving mother, as a result of his abuse of the demon weed.

I won’t be providing a link here, as I do not want to promote this newspaper in any shape, manner or form, but I am sure with a little clever surfing you could find it yourself.

It is quite a harrowing read and while I am sympathetic to the woman for her loss, I can’t help thinking that they left quite a few important details out of the story.

The mother says her son had suffered from mental problems, which would imply that more than likely that he received psychiatric care and treatment. In reality, treatment would be a big, fat prescription for anti-depressants.

Anti-depressants have a documented history of causing teenage suicides. Was her son taking them? Did he suddenly stop taking them, cold turkey? It would be good to know!

Perhaps he had emotional troubles before he started puffing on spliffs and he only sought out cannabis as a means to self-medicate and lessen his mental anguish. He wouldn’t be the first.

Maybe his psychological woes were so bad, that no amount of treatment could have prevented him from taking his own life. It happens.

And, gasp, you’re not supposed to say this, but what if his mother was just a lousy parent?

I’m not saying she was and by all indications, it doesn’t seem like it, but we’ll never, ever know. I’m sure her son would have had an interesting take on the question and it is a fair one to pose.

It’s so much easier to blame the weed, rather than anything else! It’s the lazy, coward’s excuse.

Let’s go back in time, to my own troubled teenage years. My parents were ill equipped to deal with me, they were older than most, by a generation and out of touch with modern life. My family was dysfunction, especially my extended family, on both sides. I was way too smart for my own good and probably too sensitive as well. I suffered from deep, teenage depression of the fairly normal, morose variety.

My parents did what any self-respecting, slightly affluent, upper-middle-class family with health insurance was expected to do; they packed me off to a shrink.

I didn’t need a shrink, but I thought, what the fuck! Maybe someone would listen to me for a change! I went, every week, for a couple of years.

Around half way through my stint with the Dr. Headshrinker, my parents discovered I was smoking weed in my bedroom. It was as if they found out I was secretly a member of the Manson family and had been out butchering newborns with a rusty knife. Their son was “on drugs”! Oh, the horror, the shock, the shame!

In reality, I was just like most people my age, in the late 70s or early 80s; I simply liked “to party”.

The benefit to my parents for all of this was simple, they had an excuse for my moods and behaviour; they had something external to blame for anything and everything they thought was wrong with me.

And even better than that, it meant they could dismiss and lingering doubts they had about their parenting skills, because it couldn’t be their fault if I was messed up on drugs!

I should add that during this time period, I was a full time student and worked a full time job. That’s a 40-hour workweek, plus a full course load and associated homework. Go me!

My parents were absolved of any guilt for how I turned out. If I talked back to my mother, it was because I was “on drugs”. If I stayed in my room when relatives visited, it was because I was “on drugs”. If I came home too late and ate all the chocolate cookies, it was because I was “on drugs”.

Alright, I will give in to that last one, but the others are total bullshit!

I’ve smoked weed every day since I was 18, including and especially skunk. And speaking of bullshit, skunk is not new and calling it a brand new type of super-weed is patently false.

I had been smoking for around a year when I was first introduced to what we all now call “skunk”. I was 19 and the year was 1982, which if my drug-addled brain can still do math is 25 years ago!

The guy I was purchasing from had what everyone had back then, normal Colombian which was brown and tasted of dirt. Bleuch!

Then, one day I called ‘round to see him and he asked me if I ever had “Indica” before. It was a new one on me.

He brought out three large bags, each graded according to strength and explained that the strongest was the top bud, and the other two grades were lower down on the plant. The buds were just that, proper buds, and the first I had ever seen. It looked like green cauliflower the size of infant’s fists. And the smell, wow, it was overpowering!

It smoked like a dream, with a full rich flavour and potency beyond anything I had before. It was love at first puff and that love affair continues to this day!

Was it 20 times stronger than “normal weed”? Of course not! It was noticeably stronger, though and I bought as much as I could afford. I still do, though it remains fairly scarce here in London.

The strains, which are known collectively as “skunk” were actually pioneered in the Netherlands in the 60s, so there is around 40 years of collective knowledge and experience to draw from on the subject, right here in Europe. I would love to see some data from the Dutch mental health system on their rates of teenage madness as a result of dope! I would venture a guess that they do not see any link.

In Holland, where weed is openly tolerated, and sold under controlled rules, it’s harder for underage kiddies to score. Also, because responsible adults openly consume it, teenagers are less likely to chase after it for it’s illicit nature. In the Netherlands, reported rates of cannabis use among teens are much lower than it is in the UK. Why can’t we follow the Dutch example?

The reason why skunk is more prevalent in the UK now is simple; because more weed is grown domestically. It’s grow domestically because it is cheaper and easier to do that than to risk importing it into the country in quantity from countries where it grows well outside. If you want weaker weed on the streets, then let the smugglers bring some in! THC levels would be lower, and people could choose what they wanted to smoke.

Think of normal weed as beer and skunk as the equivalent of spirits. People don’t drink pints of whiskey, do they? Ok, some people do, but most are able to exercise a degree of moderation. If weed were legal, the strength could be printed on the pack, the same way alcohol content is with booze. I’ll stop now, I’m making way too much sense!

In the second anti-cannabis hysteria front-page article of the IoS, they had a very funny and unchallenged quote from Sir Richard Branson, which should not have been printed. In his apology for endorsing the Independent’s legalise-weed campaign, Branson said that he would never had supported the cause if he knew about these “new, genetically modified” types of dope. What the fuck?

Does he really think that there are scientists in laboratories re-sequencing cannabis DNA to yield increased potency? Look, if it is true, I really want to meet these intrepid geneticists, who’ve given up on curing cancer or the common cold in favour of getting me higher! Bring on the Nobel Prize!

Seriously, does he really believe that research grants are backing GM marijuana? I thought Branson was a bright guy, but this is really dumb.

Cannabis, like any plant, is bred for certain qualities, naturally, by using one plant to pollinate another, the same way they figured out how to get rid of potato blight. Say you find a plant that yields well, or tastes especially nice and another that flowers quicker than others. By cross breeding the two plants, you should eventually end up with a sibling plant that has a combination of the positive elements of both parents. That does NOT qualify as genetically modified in my book. Making tomatoes glow in the dark by adding jellyfish genes, now that’s GM!

Rather than continue to debunk the factually and emotionally inaccurate reporting in the IoS, I would prefer to let my favourite newspaper, do it for me, with the following very interesting article that you can read RIGHT HERE. The Guardian is the voice of sense and reason! Rock on!

Don’t let the ever-increasing media hysteria get to you. They are 100% wrong. Stick with this hippy for the truth about dope, first hand and without a negative bias!

(NB: In the interest of full disclosure, the northlondonhippy was under the influence of “skunk cannabis” during the writing of this blog entry and he is still a sane, well-balanced, tax-paying member of society.)

There’s not actually that much in this world that pisses me off, I mean REALLY pisses me off, but I am about to share something with you that made me angry and tearful at the same time.

Please take a few moments to read THIS ARTICLE in today’s Guardian newspaper. Don’t worry, it’s short.

I have so much sympathy for Angel Raich and the problems she’s facing and I have absolute disgust and hatred for the people who are denying her the only treatment that her doctor has prescribed.

This poor woman has a myriad of health problems, ranging from scoliosis right up to a brain tumour. Modern medicine can offer her nothing in the way of hope or even pain relief, but cannabis can. Of this I have no doubts at all.

Thanks to a stupid law, enacted years ago to protect the paper industry and the pharmaceutical industry, a court is trying to prevent her from having the only thing that can do her any good.

Fucking cunts! Fucking cunts run the world!

On behalf of everyone on the planet, Ms. Raich I would like to apologise. I am very sorry for your pain and even more sorry that we live in a society that would prefer to see you suffer and die rather than let you consume a plant which is widely grown, that would offer you a tiny bit of relief.

Free the weed!

Could someone tell me when we all collectively abandoned common sense? Emails to the usual address, please.

The media drug story of the day features our friend cannabis, which is being grown in record amounts here in the UK. The police are apparently shutting down three factory farms on average per a day. Wow.

Here, check out what the Guardian, my favourite broadsheet newspaper has to say about it RIGHT HERE.

I’ve written about this before; how Vietnamese gangs are controlling most of the market in domestically, commercially grown weed. It’s not a good thing for anyone.

It’s not good for the people who innocently rent these gangs their properties, either homes or commercial spaces. They don’t exactly leave them in the best condition and around 50 of these factory farms in London were discovered when they burst into flames.

These farms are not good for the people tending these crops, who are forced into indentured servitude for safe passage into the country. They’re also forced to live in very substandard conditions.

Mainly, it’s not good for us, the cannabis consumer. The weed produced in these farms is not very good and according to that Guardian article, they choose strains that have high yields and finish quickly, rather than doing it right and growing something for THC content. Their buds aren’t going to be winning the Cannabis Cup anytime soon!

And where do you think the whole grit weed thing started? My guess is in these farms! It would explain why it was so sudden and so wide spread.

I know a really simple way to put an end to these factory farms and their costly and dangerous conditions. I know a way to put an end to the crap dope they produce as well.

Free the weed!

Legalise it!

Decriminalise it!

Officially, unofficially tolerate it!

It can be done, there are ways to insure that if responsible adults can smoke weed safely with minimal harm. Let’s sort it out!

There is clearly a large market for quality bud. Being against the legalisation of weed means you are against the free market and against the very basic tennents of capitalism! It means you’re bad for business! And wouldn’t it be better if cannabis was commercially produced, regulated, clearly marked according to strength and packaged nicely? Don’t you want the VAT? You could buy a few more Tridents or pay for the 2012 London Olympics. The extra tax money wouldn’t go begging, would it?

The cops don’t want to waste their time chasing gardeners, but they have to because these factory farms are a blight. If weed were legal, decriminalised or simply tolerated, Dutch style, think of how much better police resources could be deployed!

And if you’re worried about underage kids getting their tiny mitts on some weed, think about this interesting example that Mrs. Hippy mentioned to me:

Give a 12-year-old ten quid and ask him to get you a bottle of whiskey and chances are he will have a pretty hard time buying you one and will come back empty handed. Then ask the same 12-year old to take the same tenner and buy you some smack…I bet he’s back with a pocket full of brown faster than you can say Pete Doherty!

I’m not saying children can’t acquire alcohol; what I’m saying is that the supply is controlled, making it far harder for children to gain access to booze. If weed were similarly controlled, instead of being available from your mate’s older brother’s best friend’s bedroom for one pound a spliff, maybe less underage tokers would be toking.

It’s just thought; a very sensible, rational one. Don’t expect anything to change anytime soon.

I’m not the only one who welcomed the RSA report on illegal drugs that was published last week.

Check this out!

The Sunday Times today included a column from journalist India Knight, who has become this hippy’s new favourite writer.

You can read it for yourself RIGHT HERE.

Go on, read it! Then you’ll understand why this hippy is down with India Knight!

The Times is a fairly conservative newspaper, owned by NewsCorp, the same people that own the Sun, the News of the World, Sky News and Fox News in the states, so this is a very cool thing.

Isn’t it time we all just saw sense! That includes you, Mister Politician Man!

Another day, another drug report; but as always with the same, sensible conclusions.

This time, the authors of the report, the “The Royal Society for the encouragement of Arts, Manufactures and Commerce” - commonly known as the RSA, spent two years studying the situation. Rather than me explaining it to you, why don’t you read about it here, in my favourite broadsheet newspaper, The Guardian.

It’s an informed and considered opinion that the RSA is offering, one that has been around in one form or another, endorsed by other objective studies and completely ignored by politicians.

Politicians are terrified of reports like this because they are terrified of change. “Change” is a vote-loser, especially when that change, no matter how beneficial to society is misunderstood by a misinformed public.

Politicians have a vested interest in keeping people misinformed, especially about drugs. How can they be seen to be combating this terrible problem, if they haven’t pointed out it’s a problem in the first place?

The simple fact is that countless numbers of people in the UK take drugs every week, some every day, with no noticeable effect on their normal, productive lives, yet they are criminalised for something that harms no one.

What harms people are the situations created by the prohibition of drugs.

What harms people is the ignorance and misunderstanding that is fostered by governments and by the traditional media.

I’ve smoked cannabis for nearly 26 years and during that time I’ve either been a gainfully employed, tax-paying member of society or a student in full time education. I’m still sharp as tack with the mental skills of someone half my age. I don’t really take anything else these days and I hardly if ever drink alcohol. Should I be a criminal?

Of course not!

Think of all the dosh lost in uncollected VAT on all of the weed I’ve smoked over the years! There goes that extra MRI scanner for your local hospital! There goes an extra cop or two on the street!

It’s a plant for fuck sake! How can you ban nature?

Some of the biggest and most vocal supporters of a rethink on illegal drugs are the police. Yes, the police, the same people who have to enforce these pointless laws. The cops would much rather be chasing down genuine criminals than a bunch of dopeheads for possession!

I’ve spoken to cops who have told me they prefer to police a housing estate that has a higher percentage of weed smokers than drinkers. The smokers are much more chilled out, whereas we know what people who abuse alcohol are like. If you don’t, just visit any city centre this weekend after 11pm and you’ll receive a lesson you won’t soon forget!

Remember, the police don’t make the laws and it seems like they’re not even consulted when they’re best suited to offer guidance from real life experience. Listen to the cops, please Mr. Politician man! He doesn’t want to arrest anyone for possession!

What we need is an MP with balls, preferably one to become head of the Home Office. Charles Clark was leaning in that direction; so was David Blunkett, but not John Reid. He doesn’t want to rock the boat; he’s planning a future in politics.

How about David “call me Dave” Cameron? Before he was leader of his party, he posed a question over whether drugs should be legalised. He didn’t offer or suggest an answer, he just suggested the question could or should be asked.

Since then, he hasn’t even come close to this position and if anything he’s backed away from it. Since the revelations of his boyhood indiscretion with a spliff (shock/horror!), there is even less chance of him keeping his mind this open. It’s a pity, I had high (no pun) hopes for him.

Leave it to the leader of the LibDems, Sir Menzies Campbell to be the one voice of reason, welcoming the RSA report and endorsing its findings. The LibDems would legalise weed in an instant and we’d have Dutch-style coffeeshops in every neighbourhood! I wish they would get their act together and get some more support.

Do I think the law is going to change?

Yes, eventually it will, but not soon enough. I’d like it to change yesterday, or even the day before. If everyone would just see sense and avoid all the knee-jerk reaction bullshit that the subject always brings out, we could change the laws for the benefit of not just one lone hippy in north London, but all of society!

It’s just over 2 years since I abandoned my old beige box and upgraded my life to an iMac. I’m still very glad I did; a day doesn’t go by that I don’t congratulate myself for my bold decision to switch.

I’m serious. My iMac has brought me more joy and pleasure than any other device I’ve ever owned. It is such an elegant machine, so simple and clean in design, yet at the same time a complex, multi-functional computing device, capable of a myriad of functions, each performed flawlessly.

It’s a deep and enduring love, as I’m sure you can tell.

Sometimes, even when it’s sleeping, I just glance over at it, sitting quietly in the corner, on my desk and I can’t believe how good it looks. I’ve got a 1.8 G5, 20” model, which is now several revisions out of date and I still feel this way. The newer models are slimmer, faster and more powerful, but mine still does the job reasonably enough.

The only thing connected to my iMac is the power cable, everything else from network connectivity to the keyboard and mouse are all wirelessly attached. It’s a neat and tidy little set-up.

But beyond the design is the functionality and at the heart and soul of that is Apple’s operating system, Mac OS X.

I started out briefly on Panther, 10.3, but not long after I switched, Apple released Tiger, 10.4, which is what I’m still on today. Leopard, or 10.5 will be released soon and I’ll upgrade to it fairly quickly as well.

Why do I love OS X so much? Let me count the ways!

For starters, I’ve never had a system crash. I’ll say that again, I’ve NEVER had a system crash! I’ve not had a single one in over 2 years. The only time my system gets restarted is when I’ve had to run an update to the OS that required it.

And I don’t just mean my iMac either, I also had an iBook for over a year and I’ve had my Mac Mini for around 6 months; none of them have crashed.

OS X is well designed and intuitive and it has so many amazing things built into it that you can do just about anything! I’ve never found a computer to easy to set up; you can literally have one out of the box, configured and online in ten minutes or less. I had the Mini running after around 5 minutes of de-boxing. Let me see you do that with Windows!

Things just work on a Mac. For example, I’m on my third mobile phone since I switched over to Apple and each phone interfaced with OS X effortlessly. I can send files, including cameraphone snaps back and forth using Bluetooth; I sync all of my contacts between the phone and Address Book and all of my iCal events sync as well, again over Bluetooth, so no cables for me!

Here, let me really blow your mind:

My Mac Mini is media hub, handling all of my digital video and audio. As well as playing back video on my 32” Sony Bravia, it plays my entire iTunes library through my stereo, I also have an AirPort express in my kitchen, connected to some speakers, so I can groove and cook using AirTunes.

This is where it gets fancy-smancy….I use Salling Clicker installed as a java app on my Sony-Ericsson k800i mobile phone to control the Mini over Bluetooth. What this means is I can wake up the Mini, choose a song, or playlist, and basically have full navigational control of iTunes, wirelessly, remotely and without disturbing whatever is on the tv or touching the keyboard/mouse. Oh and I get full colour album artwork on the phone’s screen too.

How cool is that? Or did I lose you?

The range of Bluetooth is good enough that I can still control the Mini from the kitchen, so if a track comes on I’m not down with, skipping it is just a thumb-flick away!

Pretty much anything you plug into a Mac will work, old keyboards, mice, external hard drives, printers, DV cameras with Firewire ports, you name it!

Creativity is where a Mac really excels. Audio and video come naturally to a Mac and right out of the box too. GarageBand and iMovie are powerful tools to get you started but again are simple to use. You also get iTunes and iPhoto for organising your media and iDVD for burning your own.

No, I don’t get a commission; I just genuinely like all these toys.

I’ve talked other people into switching to Apple, just as someone convinced me to at least consider the possibility. People always thank you when you do.

My old PC, a fairly nondescript Dell was way past it’s sell by date and it was time to consider replacing it. Right around the same time I starting thinking about buying a new one, Apple introduced it’s first flat screen iMac. I think it was around August 2004.

I remember reading about it at the time and thinking how cool it looked, but not believing that a powerful computer could be housed in a form factor so impressively thin. I didn’t really give it that much thought after that.

As I continued my research into a new computer of the PC variety, a colleague at work told me I should take a look at what Apple could offer. I did, I took a very good, long hard look and I liked what I saw.

I learned loads; about the operating system, the hardware, PowerPC processors, you name it. I discovered just how good and how powerful an iMac could be. I wanted one.

It finally arrived in February of 2005 and it was everything I hoped it would be and more. Everything I tried to do with it, it did, without any hassles or headaches. There were no drivers to install, no scary configuration screens; it just did everything I wanted.

Once I tasted my first bite of Apple, I wanted more. I bought the iBook, I bought an iPod, I bought the Mini, I sold the iBook and now I’m waiting for the next refresh to buy another laptop. Please let them come soon; I’ve been waiting for months!

Since becoming a Mac-head, I’ve discovered many other people who belong to the cult of Cupertino and each is as evangelistic on the subject as me. Owning a Mac is like belonging to a secret club and we’re all thrilled to be members. At least there’s no secret handshake.

Mac’s are on the cutting edge of design and technology, they’re made from the best components and will give you years of good service. And when things go wrong, and they might as is the case with anything hi-tech, Apple are surprisingly good at sorting it out for you and yes, I know that from experience.

Would I ever consider switching back to Windows? Not in a million years! Not for all the tea in China! Not even for a go with your sister!

Once you’ve used a Mac, you would never want to go back to Windows. Everything is easier and more intuitive, why would anyone want to give that up?

I guess you can tell I’m glad I made the switch.

Does my Mac do everything a PC can do? Yes, of course, but that’s not the question you should be asking.

Does my Mac do everything better than a PC? Oh yes, and more!

If you’re thinking of switching, you owe it to yourself to make that leap. Once you do, you won’t look back!

PS

Here’s a full resolution photo I took on my phone the other day, the k800i. Enjoy!

Click image for full size.

I’ve had the most delightfully unproductive day.

I’ve spent it mostly in the company of sweet Maryjane who is a pleasant long-term acquaintance of mine; though recently less so.

She’s back in my life. She was missed.

I haven’t spent a day like this in quite a while. It’s been good for the mind and even better for the soul, if only I had one.

I got so much accomplished yesterday that today could be wasted; as wasted as me.

Happy days!

I’m still quite wrecked. I’m still quite high. I’m might even get higher.

I received a rather significant rejection today, on one of my non-hippy related projects. Hey ho. It’s time to abandon ship on that particular endeavour, but it is time to set sail on something completely new. I’m going to start something else.

Well, start is a misnomer; I’m going to return to something I haven’t touched in a long time. I think I’m finally ready. If I’m not, then I’m stuffed because I’m running out of time and chances.

Is it any wonder why I’m smoking myself into oblivion today? Wouldn’t you too, if you could? Wouldn’t anyone? Wouldn’t everyone?

Wouldn’t you?

It’s not really the rejection that’s got me down; I saw it coming. Somewhere along the line I miscalculated whole thing and now I can’t be bothered to try to rescue it. I’d rather just move forward with something else.

I don’t even know if I could salvage it, even if I wanted to and since I don’t, I think that’s it. I’ve just got to mop up a few loose ends and mix a few more metaphors and I’m done.

I’m boring the shit out of you now. You don’t care about any of this. I can hardly muster much interest in it myself.

I’m going to roll another thing; you should just go about your business and move along. There’s nothing to see here.

Two days in a row, how lucky are you?

Yes, I know this is a rarity. I was sitting here in front of my iMac and I thought, what the fuck? Let’s post some drivel.

I’m in quite a good mood; I’ve hit the ground running this week and already got loads of stuff done. I’ve still got loads more to deal with but I am Mr. Proactive and it’s only Monday.

Go me!

As you have probably worked out already, I didn’t plan out anything to say for this entry and yes, I know it shows.

Ask me for a refund! Sue me! Go on, I dare ya!

Trust me, you won’t get very far.

Fuck, I’m just spewing rubbish today!

That’s the thing, should I post just because I have the opportunity and desire or is it better to wait until I’ve got a point to make or something to say?

I don’t have an answer to that one and I guess that’s obvious from my posts. Sometimes I’ve got a real head of steam on a particular topic or idea while other times, like this, I just share the random thoughts in my head.

They don’t get much more random than this!

At least I’m not having brain farts. The world is full of people having brain farts all the time and for some reason I seem to be a magnet for them.

Look, just because I share my random thoughts with random strangers on the internet does not automatically translate into me wanting people sharing their brain farts with me!

You know what I mean by a “brain fart” don’t you?

It’s like when someone asks you a question they already know the answer to, just to hear the sound of their own voice as they ask or just making random conversation; for example speaking their thoughts out loud.

“I had a thought; just now. Oh, oh, I’m having another one.”

If you don’t have something to say, keep your mouth shut!

I hate brain farts.

This blog is not a brain fart.

In future I’ll make sure I have something to say.