I'm going missing for a while...
Going to be offline with Pixies tomorrow and visiting London friends on Thursday, then Lincoln friends on Friday.
I'll return with tales and rabbits.
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August 30, 2005
August 29, 2005
WOW! Life is GOOD!
Look what I'm eating for dinner. It just doesn't get ANY BETTER THAN THIS:
Frosted Shreddies. The dinner of kings, when they've got fuck all else in the house and can't be bothered to go anywhere.
Frosted Shreddies. The dinner of kings, when they've got fuck all else in the house and can't be bothered to go anywhere.
[posted with ecto]
I missed him
I know that the Doctor is back, and yes I know about Sarah Jane Smith and K9 next year.
What I didn't know was that the Doctor never went away. The Big Finish audio dramas are amazing, and the BBC has put some audio out, as well as some amazing books.
Just listen to this. This one clip is what I missed. So good, it makes me cry. Classic who. Go and buy Death Comes to Time NOW.
People I know
Recently, people I know have found this site using google.
This is awesome, and I'm very happy. I enjoy writing, and the more the merrier. Once all the stuff is sorted and the old archives are uploaded then there is a lot you'll learn about me; I've always written like this, it's just that you all never got to read it.
However, some people have been distressed. Sorry. I try to leave names out (although those that know me personally know what I'm talking about, I'm sure) and I try to be slightly ambiguous about sensitive things in a stupid attempt to protect what little privacy is left after I out things that are going on. That's as much ass I can do, because one of the ways that I deal with things is to write about them, which is why I always carry a note book with me. Don't believe me:
by the time they fill up they have all sorts of notes and crap in them. This one has receipts and envelopes that I have written things on.
and here is the latest one:
Which is why it's in good condition.
So there you go. I write.
So yeah, please post comments if you have concerns. I'll read them, and a little banter will start. Call me if you are really worried, but I have to reassure the world, I'm not having a breakdown. I wish I was, it'd be way more fun.
I might be going through "things" though. Not sure about that yet. maybe it's like the change. I hope it's not a midlife crisis, because I wanted to be really, really, old before I died.
Truth, justice and the something or other way...
In the spirit of being truthful and opening my heart, I've got to get something off my chest.
This weekend; worst weekend ever. I lied to many of you, and no I'm not happy. Things are not good, and they are not showing any signs of getting better.
No there isn't anyone new. I practiced the ancient art of distraction. HAHA!
... but then again I might be lying again right here. Interesting, innit? I'm so full of shit, that no-one knows what I'm crapping on about. Haha.
Hopefully this will earn a big "fuck off" from a number of people. I need some fire right no, because I'm pretty cold.
I am actually. I lost a bunch of weight, and I think it means I have to wear more clothes. I miss being fatter... please note I said fatter, as I'm still chunkified.
Anyway. I did bad.
Sorry.
Must. Try. Harder.
Hm. You should check the most recent post over at 100PercentThoughtJuice. I hand wrote the word fuck (rather than copying and pasting) 500 times because I had writers block and a bout of depression. It was therapy, and you should all try it.
[posted with ecto]
Nice guys
Writing -> Papers -> Rant.04:
More web stumbling. This is eerily familiar, and it's nice to be noticed. Hello to everyone I'm friends with.
More web stumbling. This is eerily familiar, and it's nice to be noticed. Hello to everyone I'm friends with.
[posted with ecto]
$87,000,000,000.00
$87,000,000,000.00:
This is interesting. It turns out that 87,000,000,000 is a lot of money, in the physical sense.
This is interesting. It turns out that 87,000,000,000 is a lot of money, in the physical sense.
[posted with ecto]
August 28, 2005
kristian peacocke - Google Search
kristian peacocke - Google Search:
It's nice too google your own name, and get a bunch of stuff that is actually you!
It's nice too google your own name, and get a bunch of stuff that is actually you!
I'm happy for the first time all day.
[posted with ecto]
I was wrong
iknowwyouknowiknow.
I was wrong. I think I need this place. It's back. thoughtjuice will be a collection of fictional reality, while this place is the real deal.
Welcome back chaps, self pity and all.
13th
The 13th friend was someone overwhelmingly special. There is an operative word there. was. They are now not special. Well they are, but they're not. At least not to me. But they were, which I guess makes them still special, just now... they're not. But they are. It's complicated.
Pass the salt, I'll continue.
Not that long ago, in the time we'll call "her time" I would have done anything for her. Only I won't now. But I would have. And that's not a cheap anything, it was the real anything.
So naturally things went bad very quickly. Well quickly in cosmic terms.
Really bad. I went really bad. It went fetch me some whisky bad. Now.
Thanks. You see, the thing about stuff like this is that it's normally caused by love.
Gah.
That word.
Love is a four letter word, and more insidious and evil than any of the other four letter words. It also sells more alcohol than anything else in the world. It is the brewers friend. You need to drink through something like this. Which is, of course, what I'll do.
Hate is also a four letter word. Think on that. In fact drink on that. Give me more.
So where are we. Yes. Things are bad, the 13th has gone leaving... me. I am my own 13th. I am the all powerful, and it feels much better this way. Good luck to the 13th in everything they want to do, I'll drink to that.
But then I'll drink to anything, which is strange as I've quit drinking.
Whiskey. More. Now.
August 13, 2005
I'm back
This is the end for iknowyouknowiknow, because I've got other ideas. A blog of reality fiction has sprung from my fetted mind. It's around here somewhere. This shit will not go anywhere... although I'm sure I'll end up archiving it eventually.
If there's enough call for it, I might start a "general shit I'm doing at the moment" blog again, just not until I have some fictional vomiting done.
So goodbye iknowyouknowiknow, and hello 100PercentThoughtJuice.
http://www.slightlydisgruntled.co.uk/100juice/100percent.htm
Please note the splash page at http://www.slightlydisgruntled.co.uk has been repointed as well.
August 12, 2005
Sad
It's sad to have to do something like this, but (prompted by upset phone calls) I've been reading what's on here.
No, no, no this isn't right at all. Melodramatic self pity, interspersed with naked women and piss takes. That's not the idea. This isn't who I am (at least I hope not).
So, um, I'm going to fix it. Perhaps focus the stream a little bit.
You see I've never had an idea of what the blog thing was about, so I made it a repository for my ideas and thought at the time, which in hind sight is a terrible idea because I have a terrible brain.
Hm. Sorry. Failed thought experiment here. Normal service will be resumed shortly, but first... it has to be re-defined.
August 10, 2005
Where is the love? Bob Geldof knows!
by Gem. That's where all the love is.
Way to go Bob. Way to go.
We create worlds
There are a lot of stains on the carpet here. There are a lot of people that work here. There are a lot of people who make a lot of stains here.
There is a stain on the floor by the cupboard that looks like Patagonia. A lot of skill went into spilling a drink to create that fantasy. If you look closely at it there's a little kingdom developing and everything. I think the king is about to abdicate, either that or he is going to be deposed.
I would stay and watch, but there are other worlds to catch my eye. Away, away, away.
There is a little whirl as a small dust devil of leaves goes past. I'm sure they have another name her in the old country, but I look at it and I think devil. I wonder what it'd be like to be living in a world of platforms of leaves, where countries are up and down, as well as left and right. What new geo-political situations could we engineer? Would it be peaceful? Would the people below despise the people above, like in our cities, on with entire countries?
That world is becoming entirely too serious for my taste.
Away, away, away.
My mind wanders; my eyelids are beginning to get heavy. I'm tired. The imagination grinds to a halt, weary of the days work.
Outside a raven croaks. I don't think it looks too good for that king I saw earlier.
-note-
I just got asked if I am on drugs
No. Thanks for asking!
No, I don't want to be either. This is 100% me at the moment, which is a bit of a concern.
Nice Dream
This one has a soundtrack: Nice Dream, from the album Bends by Radiohead
I had a dark day yesterday. It was all stormy and cloudy, and pretty crowded in my mind. The brain worms were dormant, and I was left to think my own thoughts about life, which can be quite depressing sometimes.
Not even the pub could stir me from my self-imposed malaise. That's a concern, because I like a good tipple, now and again.
Wearily I wander home.
Home. Sleep. The melancholy embrace of something or other, look… I don't remember it, because I was pretty tired, so I just passed out. There may have been sinking into pillows. There might have been the sandman, but that's creepy. Strange men (be they anthropomorphic personifications or not) in your room after dark. It's not on.
So I slept. Considering I'm guilty of everything, and have money trouble and problems at work, and no love life… it was the sleep of the righteous and just, undisturbed. I'd like to thank my Mum for that dream catcher, because there must be a bunch of nightmares trapped in it. Do I need to take it outside and empty it? Not sure, will look into it later.
Gradually a dream came to me. This dream was weird, because I've been allowed to remember it.
It was a dream of the future. Blinding sunlight, piercing blue sky, clear of everything but the occasional bird. The Ocean, yes it was there, as was the sand. The sand was hot, but cool down where the tide was washing in. Bare feet. There were bare feet, waves washing and… CHILDREN. That's frightening. 4 of them, of varying age…as in the ages of the children kept changing as I looked at them. They grew old, then grew young. They were toddlers, and then adults with the ghost of the potential of their own children with them. Then teenagers. Then babies.
They were pretty bloody happy, the ungrateful little sods.
And then there was… you. Yeah, I saw you. Holding my hand. I know. Oh I so know the truth now. You were there, you were the “mother”.
I was home. I was with someone, and there were children and happiness. Not a spec of sadness. It was great. A dream of love. Not had one of them for years.
But ultimately still a dream, because if it was real then there would have been cut feet, and crying and fights between the kids, no to mention us, which just goes to show a dream isn't really worth anything.
Fucking dreams. Today I'm going to try harder in the pub. Who's in?
Coins
Don't fail me now, oh lucky coin of, um, luck.
Sometimes words fail me, you see. It's this block that I carry around with me. The block is about 3” x 3” x 3”, a little square of black rock that creeps into me and stops the words from making sense. Some people call it “writer's block” I call them “fucking stupid”. It's the same block on everything, of course. I'm much smarter than everyone else, so I can see mine. Ha-ha.
So the coin; I take a random coin from my pocket, and imbue it with a little of myself, then flip it. It's the best way to make decisions. If I miss the coin (as I have to catch it and place it on my hand for the toss to be valid, so to speak) then it is fated that I take no decision.
I'm very much the uncoordinated one, so this happens often.
The coin is spinning now though, taking a little of my soul with it. I don't get that bit back, but my soul is hardy, and grows back what it looses, so I don't lament the use. I don't squander this ability on just anything, on the really important “curry or chinese” or “she loves me, she loves me not” decisions.
The coin is still spinning, and oh shit, something else has caught my eye. A pair of nice legs, perhaps some cleavage... maybe just a bright car, I'm pretty fickle, and no my eye wonders, and the coin is arching down and…
I catch it anyway. I undersold myself earlier.
Heads. I always feel that heads is better than tails, more positive, regal almost. That'd be the Queen, I suspect.
Only, I can't remember what I was flipping for. Something important, about someone. Someone close.
Angrily I clench the coin, the dear, sweet coin that I'm now going to spend on a bag of chips. Take that you bastard.
Day of random thought
I declare today the day of random thoughts, during which I shall start with an idea, and write shit about it until I am bored.
Be thee warn-ed.
August 9, 2005
Parental Units
It has come to my attention that my parents read this here thingymo.
Hi Mum. Hi Dad.
Um. I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with that.
Still, I'm sure they'll get over it.
[posted with ecto]
Cherubs
Someone just called me “cherub”.
Um. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Cherubs are fat little angels with stubby fingers. I'd rather be a bad ass warrior one. Um, like an Seraphim, but then you can't have everything in life can you?
Or can you. I wonder sometimes. I'm walking down the street and contemplating the possibility of my own divinity. Hm. It's worth looking into, I'd certainly like to be infallible, even if it was just a little.
Turn the corner. Stop. Look. Don't listen, whatever you do, don't listen. There right in front of you is a girl. She's all nice, and you'd certainly like to be infallible for her, and share your divinity. I pretty certain that I heard it rubs off. Only…. There's someone else there, barely discernable, but there. She's with someone, and you're not going to win this (for want of a far more romantic phrase) so it's time to move on. Stop, look, but don't listen. You don't want to hear that.
New street, new people. Some of them are nice, some are not… there are a few familiar faces, and it certainly is easier to move back than it is to move forwards (or should that be on?)… doesn't really matter, you installed blinkers at some stage. Move on. Move on. Move on. Read a good book, and whatever you do, don't listen. Just don't listen.
But do watch where you're going, huh?
August 7, 2005
Metal
Last thing (I think).
Bit of a shit weekend. Still, no worry, when in doubt, shove metal through something:
Picture isn't that clear, but it is late, and if you can't see it, then you need fucking glasses.
More closure
Just cleaning up a few loose ends. There will only be a few more posts tonight as the brain finishes it's dump and catalog of the last week or so:
First bit, the sign is mounted and on my door. It says everything I could want it to:
Second, V wasn't all that impressed with me taking the piss about her appearance in Nuts:
Last, I have shot hair now:
Recent events
There's been a few things happening recently, meaning that somethings I would have given funny blog time to, I, um, haven't.
So here they are-
Richie came over for a visit, nice chap:
My beads lost another, um, bead:
and V was in a lite wank mag:
Dare
--Begin random music video thought--
On a message board (sorry chaps, it's a rather private place, or I'd tell you where it is) someone started raving about the new Gorillaz video for the awesome Dare.
It's really, really good. You should all see it, think of it as home work.
and of course it has an ending that kicks ass.
--End Random thought--
LEE! GO HERE!
In fact EVERYONE do this.
Now I can finally get those personal insults out in public without having to move my mouth.
[posted with ecto]
August 5, 2005
Image fun
I work with these people
Other people are weird too
HA! It's not only me that is weird: This is a conversation that my friends in Aus are having at the moment:
and I quote...
"I think Green was comparing it to a car service that you get at regular intervals. 40,000Kms being a major overhaul point. But you could put a Km number on it...lets see. It's a very consulting type of problem:Using some data from www.sexualrecords.com we'll assume the average thustable length of the average male penis is 16cm. We'll go with an average 80 thrusts a minute and the very poor statistic than most men take 2 minutes to come (I was very disappointed to read that stat. as I'm sure most women would be too). So we are looking at a very conservative 2560cm of cock per sexual act. Or about 2.5m. That means to reach her 40,000 km service interval she'd need to have sex 16,000,000 times!!!I'm guessing that number is a bit high...again assuming that a woman has sex 2.5 times a week, and I reckon she's probably due at least an initial overhaul by the time she is 35. So assuming she starts having sex at 16, that's 19 years x 52 x 2.5 = approx 2,500.So, really if we assume that number, she's due at the 6.5 km mark roughly. Much higher maintenance than a car I'd say Green."
See! It's not ALWAYS me!
Cricket
This is gold:
Cheers Daz.
but hey who's on trail?
So I'm sat outside talking to Nimmo the other night, and he casually lets slip that maybe, just maybe he's posted to http://www.okcupid.com for "shits and giggles".
shit.
Now Nimmo is a handsome man, so I'm inclined to believe him when he says it's a bit of a joke, rather than an attempt to pull. The man is a pulling machine fer christsakes (or at least he says he is). Having said that, he's defiantly over-sexed, so maybe he's looking at it as a new resource.
So we screw around in it for a while, and I'm thinking... "hey this is just like a crappy social network thing".
Um. And it is. So Nimmo thinks it's a good idea for me to have a go as well. Let's just say that next time I decided that it's a good idea to listen to a drunken South African who is pimping himself out on some website, shoot me.
But I had a go anyway.
First thing. Fuck. The FORMS. There are too many forms in REAL LIFE. Who the fuck wants to spend all this time filling in all this crap?
So I filled out the forms, I ticked all the boxes (I don't really know what they all mean. An activity partner? It's not sex, because there was a sex partner box (which I ticked)) and told them that the three words that describe me are happy, weird and lost. That's what came into my head anyway. Oh I'm also agnostic and laughing about it.
Yeah, I tried to take everything seriously, otherwise there's no point. Problem is I couldn't quite drop some of my asshole status.
Still... in for a penny.
So i do the personality test:
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shit.
and I did the slut test:
shit again. i think. I'd rather be one or the other.
So now I've answered some of their questions, and I click the match button.
Well, at least I got a laugh out of it.
I think you can see me on it here.
I have no idea what happens now, but if you want to go and laugh at me, go here.
As always, I'll keep the world posted. I do hope this is funny.
note
Everybody: Mr. Gregory is in the his-ouse. Again. Call round, say hi.
August 4, 2005
pfft
Police have now given an all clear.
fun
It starts again:
Please note that there is a suspect package in Aldgate Bus Garage. Police have closed Aldgate High Street and have advised that people stay in the building and away from the windows until further notice.
*sigh* fricken terrorists.
I'm sorry mate
Someone's having a bad life at the moment. They pop by here every now and again, so I'll put this here, rather than giving them the original because:
- This is the gayest thing I've ever done, and I once kissed a mate for free alcohol
- It'd be a bit high school to hand her this. She'd think I'm crushing on her or something, and that'd lead to all sorts of embarrassing. For her of course, I've very willing to love everyone today.
Yeah. So cheers darlin' it'll all get better soon. Or I'll hit something.
Flickr
This is a test post from 
, a fancy photo sharing thing.
, a fancy photo sharing thing.
August 3, 2005
the net
We are connected at home. This is why you now read more random SHIT.
I am now going to sleep to dream of love, and hopefully cakes. I am hungry.
How to get a girl to like you
It's no secret to anyone reading this that I'm not handling things too well at the moment. Momentary rants on closure and phone calls should clue most people in, otherwise read this and shut up:
I'm not handling things too well.
There we go.
So I've done a lot of thinking. I think I need another girlfriend. I'd actually like to meet the girlfriend, as in, y'know, the one.
So Yeah, I think I might have found her, but I'm not so sure. A sensible personal would make sure that they have found the right person, but I'm not a sensible person. I want to jump right in, only... well, um, I don't know how.
So I go to google.
Entering the title phrase "how to get a girl to like you" into google, and the first thing that happens is AdultFriendFinder is the top of the list. Figures.
Moving right along:
http://wiki.ehow.com/Get-a-Girl-to-Like-You
Seems apt. It was going well, until that whole Warnings bit. Didn't like that. It said You can't actually make anyone do anything. if you fail, accept defeat. which just isn't me. Fuck them, and fuck that. I'm a fucking winner and I'm going to win this shit.
http://www.datingtips.ws/
Was a load of dating tips. Um too many to mention.
http://www.girlfriendstealer.com
Seems more interesting to me. I mean, if you don't have a partner at the moment, then you're obviously defective, and no one wants you. Look at me.
Then I got bored.
It's a sad and lonely life at the moment. On the one hand I have a bunch of mates to hang around with, but on the other I'm terribly lonely. Yes I know there was that whole crush thing a few weeks ago, but that went nowhere. Damn brain plays tricks on me, I tell you. So you know what. I'm calling it as too hard. I'm going to stick to total escapism. All to easy.
[posted with ecto]
The sign was a FAKE!
My door
I hate people being near me at the moment, but that's OK because they don't come that close, so it all works out.
I spent some time today doing this:
It hangs on the door outside my room, and says everything I want to say.
flickr is hard
Um. Does anyone want to show me all of the cool stuff that flickr can do, because I have this pro account, and I can't be arsed to read.
[posted with ecto]
August 1, 2005
Comic Life: cooler now
Comic life is even cooler now:
Gemma didn't get a role in the last one, so she's here now in her own page. 100% Cawley.
[posted with ecto]