Hello again iiwiiers
Crumbs it's late, despite my best intentions. But I was watching Radiohead
Image via Wikipedialive in São Paulo on the internet. Okay, and playing a game. Must get better disciplined. But I wasn't slacking, oh no. I would never do that. I was researching a piece by Jon Blyth in The Guardian comparing video games and real life. There is something in what he says, but if real life was like a video game we'd all be ending it all with the bleak tedium of it. No video game will ever have a billionth of a billionth of the amount of content that the real world has. To avoid your life being usurped by a coup of joylessness you'd need access to a pleasure button for part of the day. You know, the one that would stop you feeding yourself if it was permanently on. But would even that be enough? It might work on rats with unlimited access to it, but if it was part time I think some humans might eventually fine even the prospect of getting back to the button in a few hours too bleak and tedious to bear.
Ooh, what's wrong with my belly? It feels so hungry. I've put some food in it. Hopefully it will notice soon.It's the curry I made tonight, it was alright. By the way, last week my research cast doubt on some received wisdom about food. I had been told that you must never put sprouts in something you're going to leave in the fridge for a few days, or they will get bedevilled and offend you. But I made a stew which included some and by the third day when I finished it they still seemed fine. Perhaps they were only still fine in the context of my mediocre stew, that my ghastly tasted buds are satisfied with. Or m
Image via Wikipediaaybe it's something in the subtle blend of herbs and spices in my magnificent stew that cures the sprouts of their wayward tendencies, a plant-based Ludovico technique for other plants. Maybe even now in my fridge the mushroom in the curry are holding the parsnips' eyes open and playing them Beethoven, then electrocuting them while showing film of bad sprouts. I'm not saying that's what's happening. I just don't have any better ideas. Any more likely theories, I mean. I'm not saying that's the best idea I've ever had, although it is probably the best idea I've had to date involving brainwashing plants, and that's what's more to the point. It's certainly the only one I can think of at the moment. So the other ones must have been either not good enough for me to remember or so mediocre that I didn't even bother to think of them in the first place.
My mother asked me the url of my blog today. She was just wondering what it was, she claimed. She asked me the name ages ago, and I told her. I wonder what that's about. I really don't think she'd like it, maybe bits of it but I can imagine she'd not really be tuned in to other bits and take the tone wrong. Especially the whole glory of rubbishness thing. Still, it's a public blog, she can read it if she wants and if she doesn't like it she doesn't have to read it. It actually might be rather good if she dislikes something enough to post a comment here about it, I've never seen that on a blog. There's some very rude bloggers around but not once have I seen their mother telling them off for it in the comments. Most likely though I won't hear any more about it again.
that's all from me for now
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