THe joy of medicine

MRI a neverending joy. I was in a machine. It measured and told me just how fucked I was. This was some time ago. Just got a letter from them to reassure me that I am indeed still fucked, this time from the wallet down.

The Power of the Brunch

   
Current mood:  content
Category: Friends
Saturday was a fantastic day. Had great people over for brunch which ran from 11am to 11pm. Very balanced. Load up on cava and orange juice and mimosa your way onwards. Eat Beth's unbelievably fantastic food, paired with Clints lip smacking biscuits and gravy. Biscuits and gravy are one of my favourite discoveries having moved to the Midwest, and Clint's were excellent. Chow down on more of Chef Miglin's creations during the day. Change up the alcohol, change back as the day goes on, chill out and enjoy a perfect Saturday. As I say great people, unbelievable food, and a never ending flood of booze. I highly recommend it.

Almost awake

Current mood:  sleepy
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
This early morning I actually feel nearly awake. This is odd as I haven't felt awake for about 2 years. Because I am up early you would think that I would put something easy going on the telly. I am in fact watching Supermax, a documentary about super bad prisoners. I say documentary its actually a marathon which is currently running its full series, like OZ but for real. Happy go lucky it is not but it does wake you up a bit. Funny I never really see happy go lucky programmes in a marathon. Its always whatever flavour of Law and Order or NCIS floats your boat. Personally I could sit and watch old Magic Roundabouts for hours (that would be a lot of them probably chuck in Dougal and The Blue Cat) with a side order of the Singing Ringing tree. That would be a nice trippy start to the day. Chorlton and the Whelies, just to hear him say "Hello little old lady.' That would be nice, with some willo the wisp on the side.
I may have got my awake statement wrong, this reads like a sleepy load of old toss. I am right though.

creepy radio

Doomed  on Soma FM  is quite creepy. The tune I've got on Mynoh Lasyh - Katy ist Tot which is a blend of industrial noise, the theme from the OMEN and different voices, mainly german coming in trying to be as creepy as they possibly can. People listen to this to relax of an evening. Having said that my mum did find me asleep on my bedroom fllor whilst Napalm Death's Mind snare echoed around my room. I did find that most relaxing. New tune which now employs strings hit with hammers and a very gloomy EM, now traded over to what sounds like and airport with a bored drummer and voices of the ticketless, probably German.

The Craigs List misdial

Current mood: amused
Category: Life
When someone phones me by accident about an item I haven’t placed on Craigs List, the first thing which crosses my mind is to wonder whether they are phoning about the adult section. Am I talking to someone now trying to cover his tracks as they realise the hot sex they were expecting is a confused englishmen who has no idea what they are on about. Once we’ve assertained that I am not Trixie, there is a long pause, then a mumbled, “ Sorry.” Does the Craigs List sex adventurer think he has a wrong number, or that he has phoned Trixies house and got her boyfriend /husband by accident? If I’d thought about it quicker I would have given a rundown on Trixie....

my bonny lies Prison food is better than NHS hospital food. Really? Maybe. Obama wants to lead America to a communist/ socialist nightmare. Really? No, of course not. All bankers/ insurers are lying cunts who would sell their dying grandmothers blood to the vampire troupe at the circus for ringside seats.. Really. Truth is, a big fat lie can be talked into a coma. Pulverised over the 24hr news cycle to brain dribbles that don't really make much sense at all, with no regard for the damage caused to those talked about. A neverending game of chinese whispers