Picture Perfect

I saw the comments of bec and Rosie on inbrederic's site, and it was all about religion and such. And I wasn't invited to participate! Therefore, in protest, I have started this post.

No, not really. Just because my comment was so long, it could be considered a proper post: and i thought it best to preach my opinions on my own site, as opposed to someone else's ;-)
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The arguments:
Posted by: bec | 18/03/2005
How about I compare you and your beliefs with everyone who believes the same thing?
I'm sure that atheism harms many people, probably about the same as christianity... or paganism... or buddihism for that matter.

Religion isnt about the group, its about the individual and their behaviour. Dont judge any religion by the people who follow it, but by its truth.

P.S this isnt a dig against you, but a good point someone told me.
I mean really... you hate ashlee simpson... how could i dig at u?
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Posted by: inbred eric | 18/03/2005
See where you are coming from dude, don't judge a 'group' of people... I do try my best not to, but I think any religion creates conflict, and I'm not saying that aetheists don't, but don't you sometimes wish there was no religion - hopefully no George Bush - No Iraqi war - No possible war with Iran - The Palestines vs the Ireali's...

And necessarily, they could be in a group... but when it comes down to the individual they all believe that they are in the right ... they all believe their religion is real... and that's where we come to the truth... who says it's the truth?

I might just become a pagan so I can go to stonehenge... they have quite a peaceful religion... they're all stoners anyway lol
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Posted by: Rosie | 18/03/2005
If you think Pagan's have a peaceful religion watch The Wicker Man. Just do it.
Who has hippy names? Which ones? The best one is Tef. That's a fab name.
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And thus, children, you are now ready for my response:

£$%*!!!! %^*!!!!
OI! YEAH! YOU! IM %^&%^&ING RELIGIOUS!! %^*& YOU!
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Ah, such poise. Such irony. Anyway. Seriously.
Rest of the story:

First, I would like to correct a common misconception: Paganism is, indeed, a peaceful religion. What you see on films about them, is most untrue. Same goes for wiccans, witches, etc. etc. - if the film contained no violence, sex, nudity, swear words, etc. in this society, who would go and see it? Not many people. Therefore, to attract people, and playing on the bias of people to hate/fear/dislike/keep away from magic and such, makes things magical and violent.
Basically: don't believe what you see on TV (and i thought Rosie was a media studies student! pah! Have you not done "bias in the media" or summat? :p)

Also, yes, religion does cause a lot of conflict. However, society's morals are based on religious belief. A society exists which does not steal, not because society doesnt function without that law, but because it was in the 10 commandments, and historically, large chunks europe has been very christian over the past 1,000-1,500 years.

I suppose the bible story - true or not - about Soddom and Gemorrah, where theft was rife, is an example of how a society could exist without the law of "Thou shalt not steal" - I go home in my stolen car, using up my stolen fuel. I get to my house (i stole the bricks) and go to my stolen fridge.

There's nothing in it.
It's been stolen!!
How inconvenient.
I then get my crowbar (stolen from a wine merchant's cellar, actually) and begin to break into my neighbours house. I steal their food.

Next morning, I wake up, and my car is stolen. Oh well! Steal someone else's.

"What!" I hear you all cry "that's ridiculous!!" - to us, yes, because we've all grown up with certain rules, and been taught what is acceptable according to the laws of the current society. Basically, we're all brainwashed into thinking stealing is wrong, and for the religious people, a sin.

This is an extreme view. But I reckon society could function like this. I suppose the best live proof to this would be the "law of the jungle" - everyone for themselves, no rules, no laws. Just survival. The animal kingdom, of course, plays that game...

Granted, the society wouldn't grow. Granted, the population would probably generally decline. Granted, that it's a bummer to have everything stole again and again. Granted, this would be an uncaring society: but it could function.

The greatest disproof to this blurb could be that of the tribes in the Brazilian rain forests: new ones have been discovered, the Brazilian gov't is ensuring that they remain cut off from the world, by restricting people's movements in that area (worldly people, not the tribal guys). Anyway, point is, that this tribe have (at least so far) shown absolutely no signs of religion. And yet they are a community, living together, with a chief who chiefs about. This, argument, however, has several faults in it, which i won't go into now, because i feel this post has dragged on for too long, and by this point, everyone's lost what little interest they had in this subject.

The main thrust is:
1) certain religions/beliefs are mispresented by bias/media/"accepted" beliefs of society
2) It's not necessarily the religion which promotes peace or violence, but the actual people who practise it
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One, however, has to wonder:

Is religion simply an order, to keep people in order?
--take Christianity. This was an offshoot of Judaism. A few hundred years after Jesus died (assume he was a real, single person, for the purposes of this document) the religion became popular, especially as Helen - the Queen of the Roman Empire - had adopted it as her religion. Up until then, there was no religion as we know it, in the Roman empire, which spanned most of europe, parts of africa and asia - they had been practising "paganism" - worship of a/some god/s through nature. So, this new religion - there were many, many, many different beliefs as to how christianity should be practised, and what it's beliefs were at this time - started to become popular. Paganism started to take a big blow to the numbers of followers. Therefore, as a political move, King Constantine (the ruler of the Roman Empire) then backed paganism as the official religion of the empire. He remained a pagan for the rest of his life (until he was on his deathbed, and, legend has it, was "forcibly" converted to christianity. Others have it that he had sworn that "if i win this battle, i'll convert" and therefore this was not a forcible conversion, but a fulfillment of the oath. Either way, he backed it for his politics) - of course, as christianity was battling with paganism for superiority, many pagan beliefs were introduced to christianity, and many pagan beliefs were demonised by christianity (perhaps this is the source of the bias for pagans to be unpeaceful villains!) Anyhow. A council was formed, defined the beliefs of Christianity, and was now bent on destroying any "anti-christian" sentiment, which lasted thousands of years, and resulted in the phrase being coined by Abraham Lincoln "Christianity has killed more people than the rest of humanity put together" (which was, in actual fact, a lift from the Great Debates in Spain, when Nachmanides, a very famous and prostigious rabbi was forced (on pain of death - very painful in those days, in fact. Much torture would have ensued first...) to debate with an apostate jew "pablo christiani" - the rabbi was a genius, pablo stood no chance [why did he think he could beat a rabbi on his own turf? arrogance.] Of course, after it was apparant Nachmanides was winning, the debate was suspended, it was publicised Pablo won, and Nachmanides was on the run for his life [he fled to Jerusalem, and died there. I don't know what happened to his family in Spain. Probably murdered]. This is a typical example of historic Christianity: proclaim what is favourable, truth or not, and destory all evidence suggesting otherwise)

Anyway ramble ramble ramble. The point is, that Constantine chose Christianity as a political move, for decades Christianity has been used as a political weapon (Church V State, for example), etc. etc. etc. Prime example of religion used to keep everyone 1) ignorant 2) in order 3) listening to those in power 4) to stunt growth.

Islam was used by mohummed to create order and unity between warring arab tribes. After he came to Al-Medina, it could be said he became more of a politician than a prophet. Of course, there are always two sides to the argument - but one cannot say he was entirely a prophet, nor entirely a politican. Yet we see this is an example of religion to organise people into groups. In the case of the arabs, it served to unite them in a common cause, as well as establish proper moral laws, etc. In the case of Christianity, it served to create uniformity in the Roman Empire, and later, to control the masses.

Judaism. This is the religion which started it all. Both Islam and Christianity rely heavily on Jewish beliefs, such as redemption, the coming of a messiah to set evils to good; the entire system of morals on which christianity is based, is from the Old Testament - the 10 commands. Islam goes a step further; there are large amounts of rabbinic literature used in the koran.

But what started Judaism? Moses, of course.
A group of people being repressed, Moses takes them away from repression.
What has Judaism done for it's followers? For the past 2,000 years, Jews have been repressed a lot throughout the world, especially by Christianity. In addition to this, there are a bunch of rigid rules Jews have to keep - same with Islam (another area where Judaism influenced Islam). However, despite all the negatives (Judaism is NOT an attractive religion to join because of all the prejudice, as well as all the rules) Judaism has brought culture, law, order, education (Jews established the first system of a national compulsory education system around 2,500-2,000 years ago), a proper working society, at a time when the rest of civilisation comprised of only the Chinese and ancient Egyptians - when the rest of the immediate area, as well as world, hadn't established much of a form of community to call "community."

Of course, the story of Moses greatly reflects that of the tribes found on Easter Island (the most isolated place in the world - furtherst Island away from the next bit of land) - they know how they came to be there. A leader (i forget the name) took them from "the mainland" to the island. For what reason, they no longer know. Perhaps it was a similar situation to that of the Israelites. Who knows? Only God.

I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions from all this.
Also, if you've noticed, I havent actually assessed the claims of divinity of anything, i am merely stating the background in which we see religions have come about, and what they've done.

Now, before everyone comes and sends me hate mail, blah blah, let me say the following:
No, I'm not oppressing Christians with this. Yes, I am anti-Christian theology. Yes, I resent the way in which Christianity has been used in the past. Yes, I know i'm going to hell.

I'm not anti anything. Not anti-jewish, anti-muslim, anti-atheists, anti-pagan, etc.
Any complaints: take 'em elsewhere!

Thank you!

As I was on my way out the school, the deputy head-master - who, now the headmaster is not in school, is basically the acting head - accosted me at the gates. In fact, I hadn't even gone near the gates, before he was on my back, harping about something or other.

It was when he said "This is not against you" - yeah right...and sure enough... - "Oh, well, I suppose it is actually" when I thought I may as well tune in to the rest of what he was saying, and stop gazing over his shoulder aimlessly.

"I have never seen a prefect body so unwilling to do anything for the school" *lowers voice* "except maybe those comprehensive schools."

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HA!
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"What do the prefects contribute to the school on a daily basis?"
I was awaiting that question from someone. It has been asked before, not directly, but indirectly. Therefore, I had practised many times, just what I would say to cover the bone-idle prefects of the school....alright, aliright. And myself.

My well rehersed line of "general guidance" came out well. Not so fast so you'd think i've said it 100 times before, and not so long, so as to get the impression that I had to think long and hard about just what the prefects do on a daily basis (im actually clueless. What do they do? My bets are on the "nothing whatsoever" option). "General guidance? That's such a cop out!"

And thus my one liner was torn apart, flattened and then cut up into little pieces, it's remnants sent through a shredding machine, then burnt, and scattered over the seven seas.

Because yes, it is a cop out.
But what, I hear you all asking, urged this accosting?
Well, much to my detrament, I found out. There was a parents evening tonight and someone had to serve coffee and tea to the parents and teachers. I was reduced to pouring hot water over a bag of herbs. This must be what we learn chemistry for.

I was in fine spirits though (I was on a sugar high. I popped down to the shops and stocked up on sweets and junk to increase my sugar levels when i learnt i would be enclosed in a small room filled with parents and teachers for a large chunk of the evening) "any complaints" I said to one teacher, "take them elsewhere." - "Ahahahahaha."

I don't see why myself. Are they incasterated to the extent that they cannot pour themselves a tea? Do they not have use of their eyes, perhaps, so that they cannot see where to pour - or what to pour - into their styro-foam cups? Have they been mangled up badly by man-eating tigers? No, no and no.

They can walk, they have arms, legs, hands and eyes, so why can't they pour their own tea/coffee?!
Whatever's wrong with self service?

Although, it was pretty funny.
Everytime my history teacher wanted a drink, he was so appologetic "i'm sorry, didn't mean to order..." -"thank you ever so much, thats very kind of you" - "OH! yes. Tea. Please." (halting speech - indicative of "oh-youre-doing-me-a-great-favour-thanks-so-much-i-owe-you-one-big!").
Someone asked me "so, who volunteered you, then?"
This, I felt, was the perfect oppertunity to advertise for the school..."oh...I'm always availible for the school, if they need me" - this, sadly, is partly true. I do have to make myself availible for the school when they need me. Whether or not I turn up is another question entirely.

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in case you're wondering, "cup of ed, guv" is rhyming slang for "Excuse me most gracious sir, but may I enquire as to whether you would like a cup of tea?"
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So I was there for so long, that one of the teacher's told me to go home! "Go on. Get home. I'll put in a good word" - so, grabbing the oppertunity to lawfully escape, AND get praised for it (my staying so long was out of guilt, for neglecting to turn up to any other evenings), like a turtle down a 90 degree water shute, I was off.

I would like to take the oppertunity, for those who have managed to read so far down this post (or for those who have skipped most things, and say: WHERE ON GODS EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN?!

Because, it appears to me, there has been a recent trend of slacking.
Therefore, it must be battled: write more posts!
you cant deprive me of my reading material like this! its unethical!

And so, happy blogging!

And the Lord came down upon a cushion of clouds....

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No. Not THAT sort of revelation.
I was sitting on my chair, looking at some websites, as one does, when it suddenly occurred to me: I'm so lazy.

Of course, this is not new: it's news as old as I am (which makes sense, I suppose). But what struck me, was the sheer amount of my lazyness.
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This is a random post. I am too tired to post anything else, as i've had about 8 hours sleep in 48 hours.
So im going to bed.

Je le vois tout maintenant. Les Français sont slimey lambinent, mais cette fois, ils nous ont eus tous.

Vous ne pouvez pas ne notez pas que le blogspirit est, en fait, a * Français * emplacement. Ils humoured nous les utilisateurs Anglais pendant un moment en fournissant et l'interface anglaise. Maintenant, cependant, ils ont rendu tout français. Je crois que c'est leur parcelle de terrain d'obtenir le monde pour parler français, en nous forçant des utilisateurs de blog à décoder ces mots français, de ce fait arrangement et égalise peut-être - halètement - les employer.

Ils succéderont le monde si nous ne les arrêtons pas maintenant ! Vive la resistance!
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LANGUES ÉTRANGÈRES CI-DESSOUS - - - FOREIGN LANGUAGES BELOW - - -
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I see it all now. The French are slimey buggers, but this time, they had us all.

You cannot fail to notice that blogspirit is, in fact, a *French* site. They humoured us English users for a while by providing and English interface. Now, however, they have made everything French. I believe this is their plot to get the world to speak French, by forcing us blog users to decode these French words, thereby understanding and maybe even - gasp - using them.

They'll take over the world if we dont stop them now! Vive la resistance!

Halfway through the month, visiting people have used 14MB (total bandwidth). I suspect 7MB of it is from potnoodleboy (as he's almost the only one commenting on my blog these days) whilst the other 7MB is me.

Ginger rosie once commented (a few comments ago) that I did my smilies backwards. This is indeed correct. Because sometimes, I don't wish for my smilies to become yellow faces, but prefer it to stay as dashes, brackets, etc. therefore have got into the habit of writing them backwards.
Also, because it's different, and i'm weird.

Various maniacal people [inbrederic] have asked me [albeit over MSN] to provide a picture of myself. I have done this, as you cannot fail to see. It is located on the left, just above the "about me" text.

I'm still ill. This may explain my state in the picture.

Ok, ok.
Although I'd like to pass off that picture as me being ill, it was taken on one of my better days. Ah, well. Honesty is the best policy, right? (-;

'Twas during my second lesson of the day. I got called out the class by the ladies who run the office; the teacher commented "you just got here, and already you're going" - but who cares. I managed to go.

There was some trouble with a disk I had given them. It didn't work. Therefore, I had to go and sort this problem out for them, right away. So, I was wondering around the playground in an unconcerned manner, making my way to the general direction of the computing labs, when, unexpectadly, my best friend - who was also supposed to be in a lesson - jumps out of the changing room in my path, callously demanding to see my history homework, so he could copy it off me, as he was too lazy to think about it, and do it himself. Naturally, I obliged.

It turns out I got back with about 30 minutes (out of 1:10 hrs) to spare. for 20 of those minutes, everyone was talking about non-subject related materials. Waste of time.

After that lesson, i lazed around for an hour, before having another lesson.
after that, i went home.
i have developed a horrible headache. which is why this entry is more lifeless than the others.

Seeing as I have nothing new to mention, I am going to respond to comments/useless drivel left here by others.

PNB: You mentioned that one should attempt not to pee on their hands, and thus avoid having to die of consumption of your own pee. You also advised washing your hands afterwards. It is this thing which would have made you 33% male. See? You failed the test too.

Sara: What?! you laugh at people who fall over? No, I don't point and laugh at people who fall over, splicing their heads open, believe it or not! This is called sadism. I'm the guy who runs to check out what the problem is, not the guy who laughs! This is called helpfulness.

So, there I was.
Innocently taking a sweet (candy, to americans) out of a wrapper. I popped it into my mouth. Yummy. Cherry flavour, if I recall correctly.

You know how, no matter how hard you try, you just, for some reason or other can't NOT bite that sweet? It swirls around in your mouth, and just begs to be bitten. After a few seconds, you give in to the temptation, bite it, crunch it all up, and yum! Then that's the end of the sweet, and you get another one. Or not, as the case may be (in which case you torture yourself over how you shouldn't have bitten it, and made it last longer).

Well, that, at least, was the situation for me. I happened to be prowling down the happy streets of london, when I gave in to Temptation. My jaws snapped down on the sweet. And got stuck.
See, the sweet had glued my jaws together by getting stuck in my teeth. I couldn't pull my jaws apart, for fear that my teeth would be pulled out by the sheer force of my jaw-pulling-apart power. It was the most terrifying experience I have ever had in the streets of London to date.

To add insult to injury, I had to talk to people. Who I didn't know. I was actually on my way to my community job - y'know, the "general upkeep" of the community building one - but had to first obtain the key from a local resident. Don't ask why; that's a whole other story.

Asking permission to borrow the key, of course, required speech. Something I did not posess properly at that time. So, without moving my jaw, slightly blushing, i mumbled something about needing a key. I was waiting for what seemed an eternity - but in actual fact was 5 minutes short of one - before the key was found. All the while, this little kid about 2 1/2 years old was babbling at me. Ordinarily, I would have played with him. But these were no ordinary circumstances. Plus, the mother of the said child was watching me. So I sort of just grinned stupidly making weird noises that - i hope - only the kid could here, therefore keeping him from bawling, without the mother thinking I was even more of an @ss than she thought. Of course, I am. But I don't find I have the need to actually prove it.

Anyway, the key was deposited into the midst of my outstretched hand (wow, what a bloody posh sentence)
and I gurgled some sort of thanks.

The upshot of this all is that I was unable to move my jaw for 20 mins, and all my friends will be getting one of these sweets very soon. Muahaha. I'm evil, aren't I? Well, they don't *have* to bite it, do they?!
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Anyway. I came across some brilliant lyrics the other day, which can be viewed, complete with song, here. Hillarious song. Very funny.

So, here we are.
It's the end of the week, and you've probably just started up your web browser, and come here. This, of course, was after realising there really was nothing on on TV, and that computer game you've been playing...just doesn't hit the mark right now.

Well, how inconsiderate!

You come here, reading this, to learn my deepest, darkest secrets (no, i'm not talking about that teddy-bear I keep in my room) - and you expect to be entertained by this! Sheer audacity!
If I didn't already know what a bunch of twisted, sadistic maniacs you are, i'd be shocked beyond belief.

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And yes, it's ok for me to do the above!! (-:

Anyway, there's not a lot been going on. Oh. I got a few results back from the exams I sat in the winter. two A's one B and a *i must resit* grade. Considering one of my A's was full marks, I don't think it's too shabby (-:

Not a lot more to say. My weeks been busy, but nothing worthy of going into a blog. Instead, I'd just like to register my disbelief as to how fast the time has gone by, and how little has been done in that time, how little time there is left to do the work, and how much of the work there is, and how much work is coming my way.

Yes. Those all meant different things. I took a gender test the other day. Apparantly I'm 33% male. Just because I said I washed my hands after using the toilet, that does not make me less male. What it makes me, is less likely to ingest my own pee. Dying of pee ingestion is in no way manly, heroic, or anything else other than disgusting and a sad, bad, way to go.

Neither does the test take into account that my use of make up is for experimental use only. I swear!! I was just testing that lipstick. Honest!

And at this note, I will leave you: the lesser minds (yeah, i mean you. Yes, just you. Stop looking around, and thinking "he doesn't mean me" because I most certainly do!) are probably wondering if I really do wear makeup, the people on higher levels of sanity know clearly I do not.

That means everyone who reads this, bar me, should be making fun of how I wear makeup in the comments section. Oh well. Get to it then!

Until next time (-:

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OH MY GOD! A FREAK ACCIDENT!
Guess what? I forgot to copy the text here. I stupidly clicked "save." then I got to the dreaded sign-in screen. After some internal screaming and shouting and an external gasp of dismay, I cleverly (if i may say so myself, hehehe) pressed the backspace key, which *transported me back in time* to the time just before I pressed save. Basically, I got my post back!!

This was indeed a close call. So, what have we learned from this, children? If you press the save key, all is not actually lost (literally). Try pressing the backspace key.

For almost a year, I have awaited this moment. I uncover her, pushing aside the garments which enclose her perfect form. A body so fine no one has ever seen. She's perfect; beautiful curves calling out to me. I run a finger down her hard body, from end to end. Pushing aside my admiration, it's now time to play.

After my initial hesitation, I pressed my chin up against her body, and started to play the violin (hardwood. fine polish. beautifully built).

What issued forth from there, was an untold din, which, if I were to tell you about, would no longer be untold. Therefore, use the part of your brain which isn't concentrating on reading this, or the part which asks what you're going to eat next, or when that bit of work is going to be complete - that is, none of those parts currently in use with exactly one thought inside it - we don't want you to get overburdened - but a free part of your brain, to use your imagination, as to what unearthly din could be produced, which would make babies cry, men and women run from the scene screaming, and cause the apocolypse to come early.

Yes, my friends. My violin playing days ended as sharply as it begun - until I can get lessons. For I have rented a violin as of late (for three months. A word of advice: 1) don't rent a violin, ever. It's more economical to just purchase it. 2) get a teacher. Unless you play guitar brilliantly. And I mean brilliantly. Yes, that is my inexpert opinion).

Well, it took me a while to figure out what this "rosin" was for. In case you don't know, rosin is a small tub of what looks like a tub of wood polish, which has been left in the open without a lid for so long, it has crusted over and is impossible to use. Hard as stone. For those of you who don't know what wood polish is, or looks like, it can be light brown-ish (as in the case of my rosin) and is used to polish wood.

As it turns out, you can't actually use the bow (stick thing which you move backwards and forwards over the strings) unless the rosin is smothered over the horsehair part of the bow. Well, the job is long, I am lazy, and there are myriads of other things i'd rather be doing than applying rosin to a bow. So, only about half of it is done. Ah, well. I don't need the other half yet anyway, except to poke people with if they get too close: and that doesn't require the application of rosin.

Well, in short, this rosin stuff makes the hair sticky, which allows it to grasp the strings, the friction of movement creates a noise called "music." If music is a noise, then i'm and expert at it, for noise is what I produce when playing the violin. To my credit, I make noise perfectly. The only note which my noise uses, is "e" - as in:

"eeeeeee!! eeeeeeeeeeeeee!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! eeeee!"
"squEEEEEEEEEEEEEk! EEEEEEEEk!"

*sniff* Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

To my skeptics out there: one day, i'll master it. Just not today.

As you can see, I have neglected to post anything for a while. Alas, my life is now busy once more. And, unfortunately, set to get busier. But I leave the country in around 3-5 months now, to other lands far away. There are a few things to be done yet, such as informing the inhabitants of my imminent arrival. They should also be warned that I am armed with a recorder (the music instrument, not the newfangled "elek-trik" thing), and will use it if necessary.

I am due for another driving test shortly, I have hardly driven since I had the last one. Ah, well. I'd better book my next test now then; saves me the hassle of booking it after I fail.

**quick point** - If i don't manage to pull this off, nor pass in a few months, I may have to **retake my theory test** as my certificate my very well expire when i'm overseas!**

Oh, just so you know: where i'm going, internet access is hardly availible, laptop computers are prohibited, mobile phones are frowned upon and I'm forbidden - yes, forbidden - to rent a car at any point during my stay. Their gov't are keeping an eye on me, I see. Ah, well. As soon as my spying is complete - err - i mean, my touring. That's right. Touring. I'm touring the country, seeing such tourist sites, as their govt's classified docum- err, publicly availible documents in reference to history research.

I'm afraid I cannot actually disclose the location - continent, region, country, city, or area - I am departing to, due to security reasons. Also, I just don't want anyone to know =)

Anyway, point of this is, I don't know if i'll be able to keep my blog up for long when i'm there.
But this is ages away in the futre - a whole 4 months! 16 weeks! 112 days! 2,688 hours! 161,280 minutes! 9, 676, 800 seconds! 967, 680, 000 split seconds!
Yes. A long time.

Ok, it's not actually that long, but I can delude myself into thinking otherwise, can't I? Thank you.

I've also been writing poems, which will be availible shortly, in the poem section, at a later date when I can be bothered.

Until then, folks!!

*takes deep breath, copies and saves text here, closes eyes and presses "save" - a lethal mistake anyone can make*