Time Waits for No Man

I know it's been a huge while that I last posted. So a big sorry to all my adoring fans -- all one, or is it none of you? Anyway, you know who you're not.

These days, I've got no time for anything. Not even myself. There are so many things I would like to learn, create and explore, but feel that I am too hampered by the everyday struggles of work and stuff I should really be doing.

I feel like a French verb. I am not able to do anything but wave my arms in the air, because I am sandwiched between the negative 'n' warning sound and the French for not (pas). Je ne peux pas le faire!

It's almost funny that time waits for no man. I remember once having loads of time, but no money in which to enjoy my time. Now I have a bit of money (not a great deal), there's no time for fugg all!

You've either got it, or you haven't. When in fact, you're never ever likely to get sod all. LOL



Sleep
This sleep thing can really get in the way, but without it I'm even more useless than ever. And you know how it is now, where once the 'box' took up most of your time it's now this interweb thingy.

So, these days I'm splitting my sleep -- 3hours in the late afternoon / early evening and 3-4 hours during the very late / wee hours of the morning.

I'm splitting my sleep mostly because I don't want to feel fatigued before I finally give up the ghost and doze off.

Maybe I'm kidding myself, but I really do feel fresher, while at the same time I know I'm perhaps cheating on time.


Joke
There’s this guy in Ireland who owns a horse stud farm, and gets a call from a friend.

"I know this leprechaun who wants to buy a horse, but he has a slight speech impediment, so listen carefully. I'm sending the little fellow over to you right now."

The leprechaun arrives, and the owner asks if he wants a male or female horse.

"A female horth," the leprechaun replies. So the owner shows him one. "Nith looking horth, can I see her mowt?" So the owner picks up the leprechaun and shows him the horse's mouth.

"Nith mowt. Can I see her eyesth?" So the owner picks up the leprechaun and shows the eyes. "OK, now what about the earsth?"

Now the owner is getting rather pissed, but he picks up the leprechaun again and shows the horse’s ears.

"OK, I'd like to see her twot." With that, the owner picks up the leprechaun and shoves his head right up the horse's twat, and then pulls him back out again.

Shaking his head, the leprechaun says, "Perhapth I should rephrase. I'd like to see her run!"

You guys send me

...Into your worlds.

I have little to offer in return. I know this, mostly, because I post even less than LL does. LOL. I'm not particularly interested in tractors so much, but at least I can import my own mechanical interests onto what might be the most wanted tractor one could write about, and when I find out that, I'll promise I'll do a write up about them. :p

Of course, I would have to go and google a ton of stuff regarding my old defunct mechanical knowledge (if there was any to begin with?), and hook up my findings with any possible taste in his tractor knowledge. Why would I want to do that? Maybe, I'll just stick with cow-poking? There's a few cows at work that I'd love to poke. LOL

And, what do I know about American Football..? A big rugby-shaped-ball of nothing! But last year -- via another blogger's interests, I got quite pleased with the progress made by the Steelers. Who are they? Who cares! But, now that a new season is almost upon us, it's going to become increasingly difficult to ignore any football.

Having nothing to say might suggest to you that I'm a bit, err... reticent, but despite that, I am learning stuff about stuff I would otherwise not have wondered to learn about. Err, but that does not mean that I might not have ever had the interest initially seeded into my mind in the first place. Phew! That was close. LOL

Lastly, and mostly why I am writing this is, no matter how mundane our posts might first appear to anyone who happens upon them, there are times when one is completely taken aback...

I'm not from America. Well, of course, all three of you already knew that, didn't you? But... not growing up in America has it's advantages and disadvantages, like finding out about Harriet Tubman, for the first time, and wondering why in hell hasn't there (or has there?) been a film made of her life.

Still, I keep thinking that I must have seen a film celebrating her life... haven't I? Surely there must have been something made already? Or maybe this is a good reason why a film just isn't always going to cut it for everyone's memory.

All morning I have been engrossed by her bravery, and her intelligence in her one-woman fight to get everyone she could to safety. I have still yet more to collate. Hopefully, after-wards, I will remember some of it -- hopefully. :O

God, I miss SFSD. I'm lost without knowing what you're getting up to in your little / big / dangerous worlds.

MR Jones Project

I just thought I'd let you all know about a new fresh talent that is emerging as potentially very big here in the UK, and making the rounds in the US, and who is from my neck of the woods, a male vocal artist, to be exact.

Now, I don't know Glen Jones personally, but I do know his brother (worse luck). Sorry Gen (a nick-name of his own choosing, btw), only joking. :D Though more interestingly I have met their mother on more than one or three occasions. Hmmm, nice piece of work that is too. There's nothing between us, btw, and I'm not joking this time.

If your taste in music includes the likes of jamiroquai, or maybe Lemar and or Craig David, then go check out this young fresh talented dude...

http://www.myspace.com/mrjonesproject

It Still Hurts

Sputnik in my hair

Lost in some twilight zone
You stand up-over everywhere
A dish, a satellite for our home

Paradise within you blossoms
A garden filled with passion
Rising above all mental flotsam
Intelligence, in which you splash on

Then, SciFi.com dropped a bomb
Mostly by some design
But all your fans have not gone
We await, in hope, for some sign

Sikozu on my mind
What more secrets did you hold?
We may never learn more of your kind
Unless some other media were to unfold

Fuck Work Before Work Fucks You!

I once saw this piece of graffiti displayed in tall white scrawled lettering, high up on a wall in Shakespeare Road, in South London. I've either driven or cycled down that road more than a dozen times since, but I've never thought to look for those words again.

This was the type of written graffiti displayed way before those books of collected graffiti became so popular. I can't remember now, but I'm pretty sure I bought at least two such books. I even started to write my own witty one-liners too.

For some reason, though, those words have both amused me and horrified me equally. I am amused, or had been amused because I've always been a hard grafter, and it just amused me how some people would think that work is bad for you. And yet, in the same breath I know how work can work against you, especially if you're doing a rather energetic job and you incur an injury, say.

I'm doing a rather energetic job myself. One which requires my total fitness. I work a 10-hour day, 4-day week. Lucky old me, you might say, but even though we have our '318s' to show us the details of our duties with things like meal breaks, we rarely have the opportunity to follow them to the letter, as we're almost always on our feet for those ten hours, or more.

It's a killer of a job, and this is the first time that my job has really scared me. I can do my job, but only if I can get fitter as I get older, and be able to take all the shit that Royal Mail will be throwing at me.

Maybe I'm exaggerating my predicament, but I've got a strong feeling now that I may not make it to retirement age, which for me is in about 15 years time.

Right now, I'm trying to get myself as fit as possible, so that when I reach a certain age when most people should be doing little or sitting down jobs, I, hopefully will have enough fuckable energy left in me to stave off from being well and truly fucked by work before I can enjoy what's owed to me.

Neighbours from hell

Why is it that our government, here in England are only too happy to pass on the onus of responsibility onto its citizens, without a care of any consequences that might result from their actions?

I'm talking about 'Care in the Community', where a small number of people with anti-social tendencies are allowed to live freely among their normal neighbours.

Now, I'm not going to say anything bad about my normal neighbours, as they, like me, are not perfect. But we are -- up to a point -- still a community, so why the frell are our government so intent on fracturing it?

Why? Because, they, our government doesn't give a shit. They're never going to dump their problems on themselves, so they dump them on us. You're never going to have a situation where there is care in the community among the more affluent sections of our peoples, unless it's some kind of public relations stunt.

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A little while ago, I had a slight altercation with one such nut-case. And although, he, my assailant, began the violence, I happily, ended it in violence myself -- on him!

I can't say that I took any pleasure in beating the crap out of him, but I did have a high point when I kicked him in the head. Never done that to anyone before. Never would I have thought to have done it, even to an animal, but I did -- to him.

Of course, fisty cuffs pails in comparison when your assailant pulls out a kitchen knife and decides to give chase to you with it. Now, I'm not a brave man, but I soon became something? Err, let's just say that I was up for it...

A little while later, he was taken away to be hospitalised, and I was left throughly shaken with anger and stirred with fear. Fear? Why should I be feeling this? Because, he's the neighbour we'll still have to live with in our community.

Space 1999

A Columbia University geophysicist
(Try and say that when you're pissed)
Has released new evidence to test our wits

Are we to be destroyed by some alien nation?
No, but thanks to Nasa and its future Moon-based station
We're only but, a stone's throw away from total annihilation!

Long, long ago in a far off time, or should that be ten years ago
Many had thought that large crater impacts were few to show
But, Abbott's findings now reveals we've been dealt a major blow

Crater counting was all the rage when it was done on dry land
Then Dallas came along (the geophysicist), and said, and..?
70% of the Earth's surface is covered by water, my good man

So, undersea, and under ocean she did find many craters in little time
Now must we make room for resources and of money in which to find
Otherwise our planet could suffer a calamitous and permanent decline

Congress, or is it just Nasa are pouring your money down a vacuum
Hoping that G. Dubya will be fondly remembered (eh?) in history too
That sucks. For if a comet were to strike, all Earth would become a tomb

Twenty thousand of the buggers do now loom, out there in that cold space
Looking for that keyhole chance in which to strike our Earth's blue face
Meteors, asteroids, and comets too threaten man's historic birthplace.