Getting off my face(book)

I've commited facebook suicide. Well, that's not strictly true as, given I can return at any point, I suppose I've gone into a self induced coma.

The process was surprisingly easy. Which is only a good thing, given the probably miliions of facebook users forced into Cold Turkey.

It was aptthat as I was about to click the button that would finally unplug me from the 'matrix', I was presented with a handfall of people who were apparently 'going to miss me'. It's the virtual equivalent of them waving them me off as I sailed off into the sunset. Except my dearest friends, and closest family were nowhere to be seen, and it was people that well...people who I didn't know. I wanted an emotional send off, and I got a load of strangers.

So what now? My immediate urge was, 'I've left faceboook...I must update my status and tell- oh'. There in lies the problem. The very means by which I wanted to tell the world of my deed, was no longer available. It is at this point I resorted to the Methadone of social networking sites... Twitter.

So, it's been 2 hours. I haven't seen babies crawl alone the ceiling just yet.

The Future's Orange

Great work from comedian / producer Robert Popper.

Back to the blog (again)

I've lost count how many times I've tried to wean myself back in to writing a blog. I think on my last attempt, I managed 2 entries.

I certainly can't use a lack of time as an excuse. At least, I don't think that clicking the 'refresh' button on my facebook screen, really warrants time well spent.

Then there's the fact that 99% are read by no-one apart from a) the writer. (There is no b) - I was merely using the comic devise of leading you into think I was about to list some arguments, only to stop at the first item.) However, it's a defeatist's view. If nothing, I can entertain myself.

So, this is my return to blog land. Let's see how long I can go on for. I'm off to check my facebook.

What a week.....

The flash back: Clutching the top of a wall, or is it a fence? Falling off. Then walking around Chapel Street (Melbourne) for about 5 hours. Or should I say limping....

Wake up Sunday morning (the next day). Try to get out of bed. Hmm, ankle hurts..... can't walk. What happened? Scratches, marks covering my arms. Try again, still can't walk.

Hospital. Yes, fractured. Cast for seven weeks. Great.

So, for the meantime, bin liners on leg for showers, reliance on housemates for clotheswashing, shopping, cooking, getting drinks and a great deal more.

On the plus side, my latest doctor's consulation has resulted in them "highly recommending" a metal plate being attached to the bone. So that's monday's activites settled then.

I'm one accident away from never touching alchol again.

A bit odd

Where I live, in St Kilda, there's a video rental store that has a rather good deal on: 6 DVDs for 7 nights for $10 (about 4 quid). So, every week for the last 2 to 3 months I've taken advantage, managing too see dozens of films, particurly ones that I haven't seen before.

One of the films I rented this week is a French movie called "The City Of Lost Children" (or "La Cité des enfants perdus") and it was on my to do list for while.

Its bloody weird. Probably one of the strangest films I've ever seen. Directed by Caro & Jeunet, (Amelie, Delicatessen) its set in a bizarre future where a mad scientist kidnaps children in order to steal their dreams. Its visually quite similar to the Terry Gilliam film "12 Monkeys", (which was released the same year) dark, dystopic and plenty of obscure camera angles. Moreover, it has Dominique Pinon in, who has a funny face.

Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.

Currently unemployed, I woke up today about 11 o'clock. I showered in the world's most vile bathroom - you get what you pay for - and had a cheese and pickle sandwitch. The day took a turn for the better at this point - I watched Back To The Future. I've rented the trilogy, which includes not only the three monumental classics, but five hours of bonus footage.

That brings me to now, typing this, whilst looking up Alan Partridge quotes. I should probably get a job.

Some pictures

The link below goes (hopefully) to some pictures I've uploaded. I've manged to mess the order up to a degree that's literally ridiculous, as you'll see. Ingeniously I've managed to put them in a completely separate place to the last batch several months ago, which are on ofoto.com rather than ofoto.co.uk, the former being the US site. However, I couldn't care less. That's it.

http://www.ofoto.co.uk/BrowsePhotos.jsp?showSlide=true&Uc=p3sdopp.7kdsmtt&Uy=84t7re&Upost_signin=BrowsePhotos.jsp%3fshowSlide%3dtrue&Ux=0

More nothing

I some how managed to create my last posting under the name 'Harry Chuckles'. This is mainly because I signed up for this blog thing about 7 months, and for a reason that I neither know, nor will ever remember, I decided to use that ridiculous name. I've changed that now. Moving on.....

As I sit here, in a Russian internet cafe in southern Melbourne, typing this whilst simultaneously uploading my pictures, a women to my left is sitting at here machine chatting in Adult Friendfinders chat room. To give you a picture, she's 40-50 ish, moderately bearded, well more a moustache, and lets say 'overweight'. She's not exactly a looker, so the idea of her arranging a rendez-vous of an 'adult' nature with someone else is as repelling as her body odour.

Anyway. As I said i'm currently uploading more pictures, something I haven't done in about 5 months, consequenting in a rather high volume. This even takes into acount the two or so months I was without a camera due to irreversible sand damage. I've decided not to leave my camera on a towel in a sand-storm again. By the way, sand damage is not covered in the International Warranty, I discovered to my annoyance. The annoyance refers both to the news that it was irrepairable and non-covered, as well as annoyance at having to buy a replacement for a 3 month old camera.

I've borrowed my travelling mate's camera to fill in that gap, but i'm not uploading all the pictures cause as they are taken a high resolution, this would take several eons. I'm not sure if you can actually pluralise eons.

This won't last

I've decided to start this blog despite the fact that it is well know that know-one actually ever reads them. I'm also fairly confident that the chances of me losing interest in this are extremely high, probably within a few weeks.

That being said, I've little better to do right now than write anectdotal bilge that will deter the bored people who've had the misfortune to stumbled across this away within a matter of seconds.

I'm going to end here; mainly so I can see how it looks, then i'll probably write another one straight away. It doesn't make sense and I don't care.