Discombobulation of life

http://www.comedycentral.com/motherload/?ml_video=84175

something i wrote a while ago, thing i may have posted it before but i like it so i am going to post it anyway:

And so we sink into another week and another month, time is simultaneously crawling along like a snail and speeding like a roadrunner. The duality of its existence throwing my senses into disarray, the days saunter along, but the weeks flash by. I have that feeling that I have been here for ever, that the whole Japan thing was just a figment of my imagination. I close my eyes and the images are black and white, blurry, like an old movie yet to be digitally re-mastered. I look at the photos; there it seems some great wonderful manipulator of modern technology has super imposed my head onto all these pictures. It seems so hard to believe that I was there only 10 weeks or so ago. What makes it even harder is that I have already been to the states and back. And even though I only returned last week, that memory is also starting to fade into the distance. It is almost as if the things that we did may not have even happened; that the things that we do, do not matter. What matters is the experience that we get out of it, and the impact that our adventures have on our personalities, for that is the one thing that we can really carry with us. Our experiences are carried in our personalities, they enhance our existence, we way of being and hopefully turn us into more worthy, honourable and humble people. Our experiences make us, which is why that we need to have as many different and if possible worthwhile experiences as possible. And when I say personalities here, I do not mean the façade that we use in our everyday lives, the different versions of ourselves that emerge, depending on the occasion. I am talking here about our aura, our state of being, and the real us that exists deeper than that, and reveals itself only to those with whom we feel 300% comfortable.
I am still without work. I am being patient as possible but it is getting highly frustrating. I mean, I was out here a month early looking for work, and that little sojourn has borne no fruit. The fact that I am stuck in between two opposing points of view does not really help. Stay here. Or go to the States. Really though, I just want to work. Staying at home scratching my arse is not really what I want to be doing right now.

A little boy comes down to breakfast. Since his family lives on a farm, his mother asks if he has done his chores." Not yet," said the little boy. His mother tells him no breakfast until he does his chores. Well, he's a little pissed off, so he goes to feed the chickens, and he kicks a chicken. He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow. He goes to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig. He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal. "How come I don't get any eggs and bacon? Why don't I have any milk in my cereal?" he asks . "Well," his mother says, "I saw you kick a chicken, so you don't get any eggs for a week. I saw you kick the pig, so you don't get any bacon for a week either. I also saw you kick the cow, so for a week you aren't getting any milk." Just then, his father comes down for breakfast and kicks the cat halfway across the kitchen. The little boy looks up at his mother with a smile, and says "Are you going to tell him, or should I?"

"You put ya Argentines in, Ya Argentines out,
The Iceman comes and kicks the gaffer out,
Ya selling Reo-Coker & ya going down
That's why we love to shout.......
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh *ky, *ky West Ham,
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh *ky, *ky West Ham,
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh *ky, *ky West Ham.
Misfits, has-beens, ha ha ha!!"

That was sung at the spurs game. I hate Spurs, but you have to give them some credit for this one. It probably took them the whole week, the aid of a thesaurus to figure this one out.

Bored after watching Liverpool beat Barca, I decided to cheer myself up by watching a film. And it proved to be the wrong choice to make, not because the film was bad, or that it was not funny but because it was scary as I could see fiction becoming reality. The film was "Idiocracy", written and directed by Mike Judge, and it takes a look at the world in 2505 or thereabouts when everything has been dumbed down, wrestlers are elected presidents, lawyers are trained at costco and people use fatorade to water crops, a world where starbucks refers not to coffee but to a handjob. One could say that this type of world is unrealistic and i hope that is the case but a world leading to such levels of stupidity is coming.

Please teach your kids to read, tell them that speaking properly is a good quality to have. Already, I have had people think that I am gay as I speak well. Screw you, I speak well because it is nice to speak well, because I am educated and I am proud to be educated. Every once in a while a have to stretch ourselves, we have to test our brain a little to make sure it still functions. Look at how awful TV is becoming, at how much programs are being dumbed down, even cartoons are being simplified, as if that is necessary.

Be proud of being educated, be proud of being able to form a correct sentence using the right sentence structure, the correct grammar, the correct spelling, be proud of being able to form opinions and explaining your reasons, be proud of being eloquent, and teach your children to be proud of these things as there is nothing wrong with having the aforementioned traits.

Fortunately, this morning i did not have to go into the office. My presence was required at an Energy conference at the Hilton Park Lane. And it was actually good, for the most part. It was all about the hot topic of climate change and nuclear energy and carbon trading, which i still know nothing about.. must work on that. However that is not what i want to talk about.

After the conference, well day one since it is on till Wednesday, we were invited to the Tower of London for a cocktail soiree. I arrived fashionably late and proceeded to talk to the guy who was in charge of the buses for most of the time. Nice chap. I had already got a chance to see the crown jewels and they are really beautiful pieces, though i also acknowledge the fact that they are stolen pieces. The night was going ok, not that exciting as i really could not be arsed to talk shop all night. I felt a little inadequate being surrounded by CEOs of very large utility companies. I had a few.. several glasses of Champagne and noticed that the amoury, which had no arms, had a beautiful view of Tower Bridge. It was all light up, you could see the river flowing and see across. I wish i had a camera. As I stood there, thinking about the fact that i would probably never stand in that spot and have a view of the river like that ever again, a woman came over and asked if i minded if she shared my view. I said no problem and after a while we were talking. She was the wife of one of the guys who had organised the conference and she also had a sister who happened to be married to a Sierra Leonean, how random is that? Anyway, we chatted and laughed and were having a very pleasant evening when her husband arrived with a friend of his. His wife introduced his friend, I shook his hand, then introduced, well tried to introduce the husband who interrupted and started a different conversation. He was pretty rude, I think he believed that I was trying to mac his wife. But surely not. Then he left, almost immediately, but made sure his friend stayed, to protect his wife... I think. I chatted with his friend and the wife some more, and before long we were being asked to leave, the husband returned slightly more drunk than the last time and gave me such a look of distain, he pretty much blanked me. I said thanks you to the wife and the friend and then the husband and took my leave. He was a rather strange guy. I left, got on the tube and went home, on the train it suddenly hit me... he was scared of me. I mean his wife`s sister already had a black guy, and he was from Sierra Leone, so that means that her family must have a propensity to date and marry black guys, which was why he got his mate to come and guard her. ahh well. what can i say? How i would love to drop some names but that would probably ensure that my life in energy is over before it began.

must sleep. tomorrow i have a session with the EC Energy commissioner. That should be interesting.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9409c1t9XMc

not that it will make you feel better cos these guys are working too. But it might make you smile for a while.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9LmHXXWiJs