I’ve been quiet for a while now – no, I haven’t relapsed or anything – in fact, I still can’t sleep at night due to lack of canniboids in my drug stream. I’ve resorted to sleeping pills and walking my dog longer and later on a night – but it’s not really working.
The reason for my blogging silence is due to how busy I’ve been re-building my web site, since the B@**@&&S at Sitesled deleted my music web site with no warning or reason for doing so. I’d been running out of space on there anyway – so I decided to spend some money and host my own instead!
You’ll find me now at www.duckspace.co.uk – in which I’ve not only uploaded my musical projects, but am branching out in other areas too…
It’s quite exciting, since I’ve been faffing around with other projects for a while now, but never really felt the need to put them on the internet – but hey, I now have 3GB of web space (well, duck space) – so I thought – why not start building my global empire now before I get too old and need to rely on a steady diet of prune juice and soup to keep me motivated.
That’s funny, cause I saw a guy when I was walking home tonight with a giant 30 badge on him, and I thought – uh-oh, that’ll be me real soon. I guess thirty ain’t so bad, but it sure sounds f*****g ancient when you have to remind yourself on a daily basis that you’re not 19 any more!
I’m excited about the new software I programmed since I was e-mailed by a software developer and it’s kinda fun to think of myself as one of these geeky nerdy type guys who might end up giving Bill Gates a run for his money (yeah right) – although I do tend to give everything away for free in the hope that I will just get some recognition in one of my chosen creative communities one of these days.
On my headstone it should read – “could have been rich, but neglected to understand the concept of commerce” – then the hoodie yobs can graffiti it with derogatory remarks about me being a communist – (if they can spell communist by then ??)
But hey, I like being skint – because when I have money, I always spend it on stupid stuff anyway and wonder why the hell I didn’t invest it in something sensible, or something I’d at least use more than once? – This kind of attitude should be a recognised mental illness and have a fancy name like “absurd profound retail syndrome” – I could do with something else to put next to my migraines when asked about health issues on my employment forms!
Plus, I’m pretty sure 99% of women already suffer from this kind of illness – I mean, why buy a pair of shoes that you’re never going to wear and then refuse to throw them out ?
