don't ask me

'Cause I certainly DO NOT KNOW. For sure, and when peeps are all up on me callin' "Yo G, why this why that?" all's I can come out with is "Fuck I know" or even worse some sad ass lyin bullshit just for my own entstertainments. So I categorically can state that I just don't don't know.
For instance, I don't know why the fuck I should want to go out tonight. I am seriously not feelling. There is like nothing drawing me out since I got over sex in general and spending money on liquour and talking to people in particular. NOthing whatsoever. I realise now (oh, how I realise) that it was all about the pussy. Always was. Tragic. But now that I've taken that carrot away, the only thing I've got to make me party is the old stick "You're going to get old and have had no fun if you don't......". Fuck that stick man, I ain't need none of that shit to make me have fun. Who's coming out with all this pressure anyway?
So anyway, here I am writing stuff in my blog and downloading shitty amatuer porn for kicks while my flatmates watch "The English Patient". Roar.
I got called up for all my slackness today at work which was a nice change, and I got to drop the bomb on Karl (My manager) that I'm trying to get my shit together to get on up outta there and off to Taiwan or Korea or some shit. But anyway, my excessive internet usage and.... a fuck just my general slackness around the office has not gone unnoticed.
Woah geez, this stuff is FULLY amatuer. What fun! Certainly more entertaining than the fuckin English Patient.
Right so I cgot the old call into thte office for a sit-down and chat which I handled very professionally, apparently. Well of course I did. The only interesting part was trying to guess what crimes I'd be accused of that I hadn't purposefully committed. As it turns out, most of it I was pretty awake to and I was actually quite proud that it had been noticed. Now I can upgrade my efforts and be rewarded with praise or whatever. Ho hum.


You know what? Next time I write in this I'm not going to be drunk when I do it.

back-asswards down south

Living in a southern temperate zone makes it kind of OK to be celebrating easter just as we're heading into autmun, but it still makes my eyes roll, that we celebrate holidays completed divorced from their origin. Easter in the northern hemisphere (NH) is a celebration of the spring equinox as the days switch from being shorter to being longer than the nights (leading to growth and new life, hence all the fertility symbols of eggs and rabbit and such). In Wellington, the autumn equinox is usually the beginning of more rain. Same thing with Hallowe'en (sadly not a work holiday) - a celebration of death and harvesting right as we enter into the longest days of the year (admittedly in Wellington the sun is usually behind shitty rainclouds and bollocks wind, but the days do lengthen).
And of course, Christmas in the NH happens just as the shortest day passes and the "new star rises in the East", whereas here in the south, the opposite is the case.

Commercialisation of holidays is no big deal; I'd just like to see our celebrations and symbols match up with their referents.

Yeah, right. And maybe we'll shift to a lunar calendar too.
Dreamer.

kick-off!

It's about time I fixed myself up with one of these. Now all the shite I rant on about to my poor e-colleagues can be here for anyone to see. Splendid.