IIIiiiiiii’ve no ideaaa
What I’m talkiiing about
Thom sang as his little ginger bobble head flung around, his neck in serious danger of giving way. That was two years ago, and this is now – or more precisely late night youtube viewing. I look at the clock – 3.50 AM. The sidebar throws me a suggestion, practically begging me to watch a video of Bryan Ferry. Even promoted, it only has 14k views. Poor Bryan Ferry. I will delight him with another view. Maybe seeing the digit rise will bring a smile to his Friday morning mug.
I’ve spent the last four hours avoiding playing Starcraft 2, knowing that yet another battle would throw my already frayed nerves into an overdrive they didn’t have. I would harvest vespene gas another time, thank you very much. Ironic then, that instead I am drawn to Google’s video bitch machine, churning out paid propaganda by media outlets that threaten its very existence. Youtube is about personality, but it lacks it. Perhaps it’s better off like that.
I’m now watching Roxy Music on Jonathan Ross. I don’t care about Roxy Music, yet I watch. I take a sip of water, it tastes like tap water. It is tap water. My Macbook keyboard is dirty, gone a year and a half without cleaning. I delete a sentence. I just deleted that sentence then retyped it. This is getting meta, I say and think and type because suddenly this is stream of consciousness. I really want to play country music. I’m hungry. Where are my yum yums?
Finally I draw to a close, using this blog entry as a push to sleep. I will sleep when I finish. I WILL sleep when I finish. I will SLEEP when I finish. I will sleep when I FINISH.
Whoever said that…something. Fuck it. Goodnight.
PS
I remember. Something about about different emphasis within a sentence changes the meaning.
I really have to go now, I’ve started thinking about the Rugrats PS1 game I once read about. Why isn’t Rugrats on any more? That was a really good show.
