I just read this interesting article about how much Americans value their dogs. They quote the statistic that 50% of Americans get their dogs Christmas presents.
This is just shocking. In the world’s weathiest country 50% of dogs wake up on Christmas morning (and early too I suspect) to…sweet fuck all.
Lesson for the day - no wonder so many dogs look sad.
If you look in my yahoo photo album, in the mark folder, you can see the stor trooper of me.
It’s a bit like having an action figure of yourself. Make your own.
Lesson - I look better as an action figure.
For the record, fith=fucked in the head.
Lesson - help me blog readers, you’re my only hope.
I am considering add an additional tagline to my entries. It is the fith index. 1 is slightly fucked in the head, 10 is really really fucked in the head.
Lesson - for now this seems like a good idea. Time will tell.
fith index - 2
Lesson - i thought i had posted this days ago. I appears I was wrong.
I played Late Night Creation last night. I don’t know about the audience but I always love hearing it, even if I have to play it myself.
It is a great example of a song that is very personal but also means other things to other people. I am not sure if these are the correct words but just off the top of my head they are -
who would have thought?
who would have know?
year down the track
my how we’ve grown
didn’t know you from a bar of soap
just a name on a list that held no hope
I heard your voice and my heart stood still
I raised my eyes to find you
I found my will
to live
I’m gonna sing about you til the end of the world
I’m gonna dream of your blues eyes
you’re my dream I’m gonna keep your photo
etched in my memory
just one more time now
please smile for me
i promised you a song so I wrote a heartbreak
wrong place the wrong time always equal heartache
now I’m ready to celebrate
you being you
me being happy with all that you choose
you were so much more than my infatuation
your aura inspried this late night creation
quality people I’ve known a few
million fish in the sea but there’s only one you
chorus x2
Lesson for the afternoon - I only wish I could write that like.
When I went to buy a ticket at the car park this morning there were some glasses just sitting on the machine at about eye height. It felt a bit like they were looking at me, and to make matters worse they were a bit like my glasses.
Then the machine offered up my ticket and it was completely blank.
I was all very strange, I felt a little like I was in one of the more dull episodes of the Twilight Zone (the colour version which was always pretty dull).
Lesson for the morning - I should have stayed in bed.
Friday is normally my quiet day at work. I try to use it to just get stuff straight in my head. I try to avoid meetings.
That sort of thing.
But today has been just as bad as Wednesday and Thursday and just looks to get worse.
Lesson for the day - thank god it’s Friday.
Ned et al are having a Roman Holiday day at work today.
When I was there the other day they were decorating all sorts of things to make it look like the low budget version of Gladiator. It was not unlike a quick drive through bits of Doncaster.
Lesson for the morning - Weeny, Weedy, Weaky
The introduction of comments on to my page has probably been it’s most significant change in the 3 or so months I have been writing it.
I am not sure but I suspect that I am placing more value on writing things that get comment from people. I tend to look over at the things that draw no comments and wonder if they were worth writing.
Now I know that this is the wrong way to think about writing to your blog but it’s hard to resist. The thought of people not only reading but getting involved is quite compelling.
Lesson - as someone very clever once said, the only worse than being talked about is not being talked about.
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