Well this is something I haven’t done for a while, eh? I’ve been busy though. I was working full-time selling wine and it kind of sucks the life and creativity from you. Not like when I use to spend all my time drinking wine. Those were the days. You might be pleased to know I don’t work anymore so I can get back in the swing with this gibberish I spew. I’ve also been planning out my life. Trying to make it less shitty.
Tag Archives: gin
I keep forgetting my voice is on Samsung TV’s. That’s pretty cool, init? Well, it needs to be a pretty new TV and you have to put it on the ‘hard of vision’ option or some shit and then you have to select the option of ‘welsh accent’ so maybe only, like, five people might ever do that and hear me but that’s pretty cool. My voice might end up in more houses than Morrisseys voice has, even if mine is going unheard. Which would be odd because I’m not there to sing depressing poetry. I’m there trying to bring good news to the people of Earth. Good news like “BBC 2” or “high definition”. I pretty much said everything that comes up on a TV. Eleven pages (both sides) of things like “volume”, “record” or my personal favourite; “down”.
Today, as I was skateboarding around town, I realised something. Twenty-six years of age isn’t too old to be skateboarding as some people might think but it is, however, too old to be shit at skateboarding and that kinda sucks balls. Because I’m shit at it.
How come at the start of Back to the Future 2, and the end of the first one I suppose, Doc Brown is in such a rush to get Marty to the future? He was taking him there in a time machine. He could have left at any point before, or even after, the time he wanted to be at and still got there on time. The whole thing that fucked it up for them was that Jennifer got taken to her future house by police and Doc only took her to the future in the first place because he was in such a rush.