On the loo

While sitting on the loo today at my parent's place, I was struck by the pictures on the wall. I have been away for 11 months, seen countless places, numerous countries. But the pictures hanging on the wall of their toilet are still the same. I know those pictures better than the back of my hand. What else do you look at while sitting there, conducting business? An amazing sense of familiarity hit me, disturbed me.

Moments of clarity on the toilet are more abundant than you think. Maybe it's from being in a small room, that looks the same as last time, that has nothing to interest you. The mind is unhindered by interesting tidbits of information. Because everything we see is a little bit of information. To jog my memory of a certain place in our travels I picture the way we took to get there. I can use my head as my own personal offline google earth. And like google earth, the picture doesn't change with the times either. Not until I go back, at least.

Back in the day

I just found this previously unpublished post. I wrote it about 4 years ago. What a noggin I was back then! I like to think I'm more of a stud these days...

blogging time.

i was in a facebook conversation yday and the subject of character building came up. the question was asked; "is my character not yet built?"
but that question is not the point. i've decided to explore the concept of character building.
i have almost signed on as an apprentice builder, so i now know perhaps more than you about the subject. not to worry, though. I am in the process of informing you.
Building starts with a block of land. in this case, the block is you.
before we proceed, do you object to being likened to a block of land? if you think it is wrong that i am similiing you to some dirt, with perhaps some grass or thistles covering it, then go home. i don't want you to read this. you are a lump of dirt, amongst other lumps of dirt so get over it.
moving on.
we are going to skip through the council approval stage. i don't like that stage. basically no one worries about that anymore anyway. it's all about parentage and school teachers. this is a major time wasting stage, and is guaranteed to cost money. i'm over it.
so we need a foundation for this character. the old fashioned theory is to have two parentals who stick together for the whole of the building process. in a high percentage of cases this will make for you a foundation that is sound. but maybe boring. and it could be riddled with cracks. hey, i'm not even apprentice yet. i can't guarantee anything!
other parental situations may result in other kinds of foundation, or slab, as i'd like to begin calling it. if your parentals have a kind of rotational roster, then your slab will most likely be on a hill in a landslip zone. good luck. many houses are built in places like these. the view is often good.

mutually exclusive necessities

some more bloggin.

i been thinking about some things i like to call 'mutually exclusive necessities'.
what does one do when he needs two (2) things, but these two things are mutually exclusive.
unfortunately for reasons of privacy one is not going to disclose the two necessities.
i'm aware that if i did disclose them, then you would have a better understanding of my predicament, however, instead you are just going to have a small amount of frustration, for a small amount of time, because i am not going to tell you. but it won't take long to pass.
this is a good thing for you. for me, pondering over these 'things' isn't passing very quickly at all. even when i turn to blogging to try and distract myself, i end up blogging about these things. i wish worrying things and my mind were mutually exclusive. altho....

so, i just said a lot there without really saying anything. but if you have some suggestions for me, i'm happy to listen.

chocolate here on the couch beside me. 70% stuff. very fine. very swiss. the swiss are like that. you might call them a refined bunch actually. the swiss would not refer to themselves as a 'bunch'. they would be a 'group' at the very least. i would say race. a refined race. and maybe you could chuck an accent (the one that goes down (une grave?)) on the second 'e' or refined so that it's spoken as 3 syllables. i would like that. i'm too lazy to find an accented 'e' right now, but i'm sure when you read this you will humour me. so back on track. i've heard people say that the swiss aren't a very friendly people. i however have a 'bunch' of swiss friends. maybe in the process of refinement they have lost some of the uncouth, happy-go-lucky, life-is-life ness that is a very friendly exterior. the world loves us Aussies. they love us. we are a friendly people. but we don't make swiss army knives. we make blunnies though. that's gotta count for something, right? So the chocolates gone. busy going through another refining process, i'm sure. mixing up with the meat and vegies that were tea.

ok. time to do something productive. involving bed and me and something to keep me warm. and a mattress. sorry if this typen picture is a little too graphic for anyone. maybe i'll give this note an R-18+ rating. please, your feedback is appreciated.

n.b. it seems that my mind sees the matter of 'mutually exclusive necessities' as an essential topic of thoughtrain....

aha!
now i've been of the impression lately that i should have inspiration before trying to write on my blog.
that impression is an unblogging type of impression.
here i am. i have already typed three (3) full stops. four (4). five (5)..... i could go on, but i better not.
i was contemplating counting the dots of the i's as well. i didn't. i won't. but you may if you wish. let me know.
i have a very important message to write to a facebook friend. i should be doing it now. i'm not. i won't. but you may if you wish. let me know.
i did not copy paste that in case you were thinking. against the grain you might be thinking. i am lazy. copy/paste movement is programmed into my hands better than the space bar is programmed into my thumbs. talking spaces; does anyone else do double spaces because one thumb is getting lazier than the other thumb? actually i think no one else probly hits the spacebar with both thumbs. that is something i started in writers workshop in high school. it's not so easy to master. poor Mrs Mackenzie. she's now teaching my little bro. he told her my mum overdosed on drugs to get out of some work....
drugs are bad. bad are drugs. i've been taking some drugs lately. i had a toothache. i'd had it before, but this was a well advanced toothache. this was a toothache with a Ph.D. this little toothache of mine had written it's thesis on my gum. or rather in my gum. when this little toothache ran out of room in my gum, it spread out to the rest of my head... i should have introduced it to blogspot. oodles of room for theses here...
so the tooths gone. toothache too, funnily enough.
back to the drugs tho. they are bad.
so moving on...
for an uninspired blog, i believe i am doing quite well. i think my mind has a sort of crap on demand switch. if i have inspirated crap, well and good. if i don't, then i just gotta hit the crap on demand switch... blogspot should sell these switches. keep em in business.
i can see it now.... there is my head (slightly resembling a cappucino maker) with a big switch on top (resembling those bomb switches in the movies) and out of my head/cappucino maker cometh forth crap. uhm no. out of my head comes torrents of uninspired ribbons/words (blue ribbons) being gobbled up by my laptop which has a big B blogger logo on it.... all for only $19.99

sorry. stretching it a little there i know. time to write that important message. i think i better add an emergency stop button to my little head/machine otherwise important message recipiee (i did have an e with an accent there but blogger didn't like it) will be annoyed and not like me anymore. if said recipiee ever did...

would you go get me an espresso, please?

frank is not to blog as blog is to frank

frank is feeling bad. frank is realising just how little time and dedication he spends on his ever so important blog. frank is writing as if each sentence is a facebook status update. frank does this because he is a fb junkie.

i've said before i think that i blog because it is beneficial to my health. it is my outlet. or one of them anyway. so, the reason i am feeling bad should now be apparent. blogging benefits me, but do i repay blog by benefiting it? am i a thankful grateful person, or am i selfish, heartless and just taking advantage of blog-medium? i'm a user.

no doubt you are too. think about it. login: username: ah! user name. user. name. USER. one is shamed because this exploitation is not something that one alone does; this is almost universal! i had the pleasure this evening of reading a little piece written about feminism. females have been exploited, but i do believe that the sexes are now at a reasonably equal level. of course i'll always be a male so i can't rightly say, but that is my here-stated opinion. blogism is something else however. there is no doubt that blogs do not have equal rights in this user-orientated domain.

blogs are used. this post has the potential to go on and on and on. i have that much crap in me.
however i am thinking of my blogs rights - and now, being someone who has woken up to the blatant exploitation of blogs, i cease.

i allow my blog some space. i give it some time alone, as well as some quality time with friends. i give it the right to have life. i will post this on facebook to publicise the cause of blogs.

i ask my blog to give me its opinion. if my blog wants to give its opinion. i allow my blog to go on holiday over easter. christmas too if blog wishes. perhaps my blog does not 'do' christian festivals'. i will apologise if any offense was caused.

speak to me blog. i will listen

Why Hello!

I have been reminded today of Blogspot. And since I am unemployed and have a laptop with internet connection, this is a timely reminder.
i am also aware that i wrote that first sentence with proper caps and such forth. that is not a blogging thing to do. help me bloglord to keep myself from such transgressions.
also aware that if i am to make this blog public, as i'm currently of the inclination, then i should change the name of blog. thesexxymonkey may have been an appropriate name once upon a time, or it may not have been. Regardless, the name is soon to be changed. when i think of what to change it too.

i am open for suggestions.

end of blog

i'm so sorry!

Sorry Blogspot.
i am defecting to BEBO.
yes. i know.
poor quality by me i hear you say.

i consolate you in one way, and one way only...
i will continue with a post here now and again...

and i will link here from Bebo....

i know, that was two consolations.
you'll get over it.

yes

i did it. knew i could. cold. catchya later.

how about this???

is it a link to music???

have i been trying to do this too long???

have i finally managed???

Riders On The Storm

things go on

things go on.
its chilly but the seat is warm.
we're here to stay.
things go on.
fingers stiff, numb.