Today, someone added a comment to my blog.
Not a spectacularly exciting event you may say. This comment however was by someone I don’t know. And it was relevent to the post. It was not spam!!!
Wow, I felt pretty excited when that happened, perhaps my blog is entering a new stage of existence!
I am a worrier, and recently I’ve been trying to get over this. As I think I’ve said before, worry can be the straight jacket to action (Yes I did).
I also have a habit of overly planning what I’m going to do, what I should do, and what I could do.
Yup, when the scouts said ‘be prepared’ I don’t think they expected me to take it this far, not that I actually was a scout or anything but hey. I’d plan things like what I would say if I bumped into that guy I knew from school six years ago, for example.
So I’ve been trying to counteract this excessive worry and planning by Living In The Moment. Something I think probably a lot of people do anyway, but for me it’s quite a challenge!
It is quite a meditation/zen monk, spiritual type thing to aim for; to live completely in the moment. Not the past i.e. thinking about whats happened. Not the future, i.e. whats going to happen, but right now.
Admittedly it is sometimes necessary to plan things, like doing washing. But as far as its possible I’m trying to live right now.
Perhaps if I’d planned this post a bit it may have got more of my point across.
That would be ironic.
Perhaps I’ll post a better version when my thoughts are in a better order.
Well I went to the osteopath again on tuesday, more fixing required but not as much as last time. Apparently I don’t breath properly, which is mildly disturbing. Fortunately he’s given me some excercises and explained where I was going wrong, it’s not as easy as you might think!
So anyway I felt on top of the world after that session, walking down the street smiling at other pedestrians hunched over against the elements. I had to quell the urge to dance to be perfectly honest, I was feeling that good!!
Plus, Tim the osteopath said I only need a single session next week, which will be cheaper, and I managed to arrange it to be much later in the day so I don’t have to take the whole afternoon off.
The price of pillows and swimming trunks in a department store that shall remain nameless bought me down a bit from this walk-tall, breath-deep style happiness. Only a bit though.
I didn’t buy a new pillow or any swimming trunks on that day.
Can you imagine what moon cheese would taste like?
Assume for a moment that the moon was made of cheese, what would that cheese be like? It would certainly give people an incentive to go back to the moon. Perhaps moon cheese would taste different depending on where it was mined from: ‘That’s a fine specimen of tranquility blue’ people could say at a blind moon cheese tasting competition.
Its rarity would make it a very expensive delecacy ‘With this moon cheese you are really spoiling us ambassador’ and would be in the same league as caviar.
Just imagine the swankiest restraunts in town selling moon cheese toasties at an enorously inflated price.
It would be great if the moon was made of cheese, but perhaps we just need to dig a bit below the surface.
I think this would be a great idea. I’m sure I’m not alone in making silly faces and gestures when looking in a mirror (assuming no-one else is around).
At least I hope I’m not alone, I don’t think I’m that weird.
Actually I don’t think I’m weird at all.
But yeah I think Mirror cam has great potential to be funny.
Honest
Try some faces out for yourself, its a simple and cheap way to lighten up your day.
And if that doesn’t sound like a good advertising campaign then I don’t know what does.
I woke the morning with my head in the clouds and my feet on the ground. Yes, like most people I enjoy a good stretch before I get up.
As I was brushing my teeth the idea for the character ‘Bob the seedy macgician’ came to me in the form of this sketch: (btw if this makes little sense it’s the first time I’ve tried to write something like this)
Scene: Bob is chatting to a woman, trying to chat her up. Location: Largely unimportant, lets say the middle of an empty field for the possible comic value
Bob: So do you come here often?
Woman: All the time, I love it here.
Bob: I’m a magician you know
Woman: Really?
Bob: Yes
Woman: Wow tell me you secrets
Bob: Well a real magician can’t, but the main secret is misdirection. For example take a look over there points over her shoulder, a direction that would involve her turning so Bob will be completely out of her sight
Woman (still looking at Bob): Well thats not very clever why would I fall for that?
Bob: Just indulge me, you wanted to see how its done after all
Woman (looking unimpressed): Oh Ok Read the rest of this entry »
… thankyou please come again. Pretty much sums up the business of being an osteopath.
Yes I’ve visited an osteopath, my offended back didn’t fix itself. At least not all the way, so I decided something needed to be done!
Yesterday I had to take the afternoon off work and spend an hour being examined, cracked, and then rounded off with electric shocks… No it’s not as bad as it sounds, but it certainly felt pretty damn weird. Like a twitching. Apparently its better than a massage at reaching the deeper muscles and where the muscles attach to the bone.
To be honest I was quite disappointed to find I wasn’t getting a massage. In the same way that I was disappointed to find that the problem wasn’t magically fixed (Shazam! justlikethat). Apparently there were all kinds of mis-alighments going on and he needs to see me again next week to see if the ‘manipulations’ have held.
So that’ll be another £70…
Damn I hope I don’t need to many of these sessions, it could skint me. Especially seeing as I’ve just paided for a skiing holiday in March and have to pay my credit card off for the purchase of a nikon D70….
Quite frankly slightly worried.
I have had a bash at re-organising the categories on this blog, as I often have problems sticking to them or deciding which ones suit what I’m writing about.
So I’ve tried to have a bit of a re-think, mainly involving deleting some pointless categories.
I’m thinking about adding a philosophy category, although my thoughts aren’t quite cohesive enough on the subject to be shared with the general populous just yet. And I’m still doing a lot of reading on the subject.
When my thoughts do start to make some kind of sense you may get such exciting sounding article as ‘The Government vs. Organised Religion’, or ‘Live before you die’. Something which sounds either obvious or idealistic but in both cases is actually hard to fully carry out.
More accurately perhaps, worry less, blog more.
I’m beginning to realise that worry can be the self imposed straight jacket to action. You can quote me on that I quite like it.
Taking it a bit further than perhaps paranoia is the wife beating father of insanity… Yeah, maybe don’t quote me on that one, I have probably taken the metaphor and other long words a bit far.
Pete has made a damn good point in his comment on 2005 – The year of Rob: more blogging is good, and if its crap blogging, well tell me in the comments, that is what they are there for (not for spam… but we’ve sorted that out).
So; 2005 the year of blogging, back to the enthusiasm of the early days.
… or at least thats what I’m hoping to call it anyway.
It seems I may have gotten rather too drunk on new years eve and lost my phone. Fortunately it turns out that I lost it in my room and found it today. So there’s a good case for being too bone idle to cancel phones the moment you find its missing.
So thats good.
Have also been taking a fair few pictures with my new Nikon D70, a camera that I think will bring me lots of photo enthusiasm. I have however noticed that I have to be a lot more careful about getting the horizon level, it seems to be a big problem so far… I blame the tiny view finder, compared to the ‘proper old skool’ Nikkormat that I was using before.
I’m aware that I’ve not blogged anything over christmas, this is partly because I was too busy having a good time and partly because I’m beginning to question the whole point of me keeping a blog at all.
I’ll keep you posted on that one.
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