My Thought Log

Short and sweet

2014-05-14T13:21:00.003-07:00

Hey guys, I'm going to start blogging again.
I've changed a lot and it'll be interesting to see how many of your remember me / stay subscribed.

oh, and here's a bash script I wrote that let's me search through my (big) music library for fun songs to play! http://pastebin.com/K8kuunU7
And here's a fun script to give any linux users out there an animated wallpaper! :3 http://pastebin.com/AF6ay8Bj

Info on my computer system!
Hardware: Dell Precision M4300, Dual Core intel Centrino, 60 GB SSD, BIOS version A16,
Software Base: Arch Linux Base install, Ratpoison

Best £100 I've spent on a computer! xD
My Aliases are 1ockedand1oaded, BaconDick, and Rimmer. If you see me, message me!

Character idea: kiwi

2013-01-01T02:57:00.001-08:00

Character that only eats the middle of kiwis.

Tell my family i love them.

2012-02-19T03:01:00.000-08:00

Last chance to dance at the end of half term.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AqHtBLUjgo

What is this MADNESS?

2012-02-18T03:59:00.002-08:00

I just wrote a small story.
Errrm.. Let's talk about something that I know nothing about.
Reddit.
What is it? Why is it not 4chan? Why do people feel that suddenly image boards are cool?
I don't know the answers to these questions, but I'm sure that you do.
GO MY FOLLOWERS FIND THE ANSWER.

Going to work on this for an hour and post it on my other blog.

2012-01-08T06:03:00.000-08:00

Derp. Go to http://internetsketchpad.blogspot.com/ in about an hour and I'll post what I've done.

Something I'll be working on for a few days.

2011-12-28T07:53:00.000-08:00

I feel like being a lasy asshole so I'll put this on all of my blogs so I don't have to come up with Original Content today.

`"Things taste better outside .. ¬.¬ twat."`

2011-12-27T06:38:00.000-08:00

Christmas.. was quite an occasion. I think this picture defines it. Literally eating so much I throw up.
Long story short I had a bet on whether I could eat a second plate of food in half an hour. And on the last bite I just.. threw up.
XD It was on the last 30 seconds as well. Damn.

The Travels of David 1

2011-12-24T16:34:00.000-08:00

A dark corridor. The growling of a pit bull. The smell of fear and the sense of despair. All thoughts were cleared from David's mind as panic began to set in. Trying to keep his mind off the situation David began digging dirt out of his nail with the nib of his biro.

Ahh SOPA!! SOPA is a bad cabbage!

2011-12-23T09:52:00.000-08:00

Sorry for filling this blog with links for the past week, but I promise to get some original content for all my new followers soon.
And while I'm coming up with ideas here's a copy-right free video on SOPA that I suggest you torrent, megaupload, and upload to facebook.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJIuYgIvKsc

^.^ While I'm coming up with ideas I'll post this

2011-12-22T09:32:00.001-08:00

Old post that didn't get much views.
http://thoughtlogforme.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-such-great-and-spectacular-artist.html

Something for a quick laugh.

2011-12-21T15:10:00.000-08:00

"Meth is delicious"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8x85aPztnjk

>That thumbnail

Some of the shit I'm listening to now. -not including all the podcasts and I follow.

2011-12-19T15:35:00.000-08:00

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

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRYzMpy60QY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OL_s7Dlg46M&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjQckLYhNT8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yMKhTiyejc

Good Rap Song?

2011-12-18T11:50:00.000-08:00

Was linked to this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Csqp-Mslq_c by a fellow tuber, and It's a pretty fucking awesome song. Is you want to download it you can through the mediafire link that the artist uploaded it to. http://www.mediafire.com/?2b6z1xowbgn9sn3
It's about inspiration, and working for things, and all that good shit, that you don't find in the mainstream anymore.

I am such a great and spectacular artist. -David Greenfield

2011-12-18T04:16:00.000-08:00

So I have made this great and inspirational piece of artwork for all of you who are lower then me to grovel and submit your lives to. Avert your gaze weak ones, for this may blow your mind.

Yes. Look at the emotion. The simplicity. The fact that it only took me five minutes to create this masterpiece is astonishing if not a blatant blasphemy to the powers that be.
I will tell the story to those that cannot visualise such a powerful story in the visual form.

One bright summers evening Jeremy Hermanthanew, and David Summerfield, were having a relaxing drive through the countryside. -One such drive that is only possible through a consistent and unrelenting opposition to immigration which allows foreigners to dirty our sacred landscape with their uncivilised ways. Anyway I'm getting off topic. So, sacred land, pure white sheep, and low fuel efficient cars. Our great friends David and Jeremy were having a discussion on how to export those illegal immigrants still in our country. Jeremy had the idea that they should be all shot on sight. whereas David argued that this would be a waste of resources necessary to oppose the EU, and their wish to take away the British regime of bringing guns to countries that we go to war with.
Needless to say the conversation got quite heated and Jeremy took his eyes off the road. The car started to swerve. They smashed into the tree at full force and when straight through it, thanks to the car's brilliant lack of crumple zones.

Put your ass in the air.

2011-12-16T11:24:00.000-08:00

This story was typed by a person who thinks it's a good idea to play youtube songs on repeat for extended periods of time. Read at your own risk.

'Jeremy, that's my name. Don't wear it out.' Tom said as he used his sexy-eyes technique on the girl at the bar. Tom was a 5'11" 20 year old slim built male. He liked to think of himself as a fine catch. The only problem was, that his sexy-eyes technique made him look somewhat like a cross between a rapist and a heroine addict looking for his next fix.
This combined with his bad wardrobe choice, wearing a long trench-coat, that made him look somewhat like a paedophile, meant that the exotic looking 20-something was a far bit freaked out by his sudden intrusion. In full fight or flight mode, the girl grabbed the bottle of pepper-spray that a few of her girlfriends had encouraged her to buy. Spraying our protagonist in the face with said pepper-spray, the girl let out a very aggressive scream, a battle-cry if you must. Even through the pain of pesticide-grade pepper spray Tom was still able to smile a bit as he realised how feisty this woman was. He started to congratulate himself on choosing such a courageous mate for the evening. But all thought stopped as the woman, realising that the pepper spray had finished, kicked him square in the balls. Her high-heels going straight through the fabric and sinking into something fleshy yet elastic. Tom blacked out.
Tom opened his eyes. Blinked. And looked around. He was lying on the ground, which was now white.. and had swallowed him up? Tom started to panic, looking around. Electronic equipment too complicated for his mind to understand, lights as bright as the sun. Tom realised that he must have been abducted by aliens. Then he started to feel the pain. So the aliens had castrated him? And that pub situation was just some crash way to make his brain deal with the trauma? Tom rested his head on the soft white ground again. And screamed all the air out of his lungs.
'What's wrong mister Hunter? You aren't due for more pain-killers in 2 hours.' Cold hands on his face.
'Who are you? Where am I? TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER!!' Tom screamed. The hands left his face to reveal a human. Tom was confused, and a bit stunned.
'Mr Hunter, you're at George Cross hospital. I'm Doctor Staten You were the victim of an assault in a public house. Do you remember any of this?'
Tom nodded his head. 'Oh, we're in hospital?' Feeling the blush creep up his cheeks as he realised how many people must have heard his screaming.
'You were very lucky Mr Hunter, the heel went right through the middle of your scrotum, but missed your testicles by about 2 millimetres. After the skin heals you'll be good as new.' Looking over his head, the doctor added, 'Oh, and the person who assulted you road with you in the ambulance, she was very worried and wants to apologise for acting so brutishly.'
Tom looked past Dr Staten to see the exotic goddess of his dreams. The one-night-stand from hell. The proof that sexy-eyes worked.

Still working on these pictures..

2011-12-11T13:52:00.000-08:00

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Slowly slowly working towards perfection..

Where is everyone?

2011-11-26T15:08:00.000-08:00

My viewer count's gone way down. Bit lame, as I feel like i'm getting used to blogging as a hobby.
Here's something that i'm working on to post to my other blog btw.
Trying out some new techniques on this tablet that I finally got to work. And thought that include a character I used for an earlier post.
Here are the results so far.

Weirdest Dream yet.

2011-11-21T13:32:00.000-08:00

Had a dream about my dad selling me to the sex industry today. God, I never want think about that dream again. But I managed to escape in the dream anyway, guess that's a plus. Probably has something to do with me worrying about my worth thanks to low test scores, and then realising that it only really matters to my dad, and that I can carry on without them. Wooh. *_*

Another update.

2011-11-16T11:52:00.001-08:00

So, I'm apparently revising for the five tests i have coming up in january. -Atleast that's what i've told my tutor. heh heh heh. >.>
Maybe I'll post some of my amazingly interesting revision notes on here. Along with the rest of my boring ass storys.

Pancakes

2011-11-14T04:33:00.001-08:00

Twelve steps. Left right left. Focus. Blink. Focus. Try to maintain sanity. A metal fork in white knuckled fingers. Stab. Gulp. Stab. I have to stop this. I grab the fork from the full blooded hand. I pull. The fork goes clashing to the ground. Covered in syrup.
'Don't eat my pancakes.'

Chris has a slight look of annoyance, mixed with the aura of shock that fills the small breakfast house.

Quick little update

2011-10-29T06:07:00.000-07:00

So Right now I'm studying Economics, Maths, Chemistry, and Further Maths. Which are really hard subjects, but I’m a bit of a workaholic, in that, if I don't think I’m working 'hard enough' I tend to slack off. So, right now, I have an entire unit of Chemistry to catch up on, and subsequent revision cards that need to be filled out. As well as about 4 Economics sheets I need to fill in. And I need to research electrical engineering as a career. All of which need to be done by Monday - Tuesday. Plus I might go to tennis tomorrow.
Boring stuff.
Anyway, about the holiday, I did draw a few good pictures, and am attempting to find a suitable way to photograph them, without all that blur from my damn shaky hands.
So, the holiday was good, not so much nude beach volleyball as last year. But I did forget to pay for a burger on the last evening of my stay, so I'm going to avoid that area next year. XD

Sorry for putting you through that, but to make up for it here's some Aphex Twin!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBFXJw7n-fU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uP_3goBZj1Y#t=04m18s

I'm Back!

2011-09-29T23:17:00.001-07:00

I'm here again, and i have a new idea for a story, about corruption, and freedom. Hope it'll turn into a good story.

A Little Update

2011-08-03T02:30:00.000-07:00

I'm going to be on holiday for three and a half weeks -till around the 29th or August-. I'm going to Greece so I'll be bringing back some cool photos for you guys around that time.

Dream 2

2011-07-26T17:08:00.000-07:00

DAAAAAAmn. Ok, this dream has very VERY horrifying -and slightly sexual- scenes in it. Read at your own peril! >:D
-also wall of only lightly edited text warning for anyone that's reading this on a phone.

So dreams, I had a dream. I had a dream where i was on a white sandy beach with 4 friends. I decided it would be good at this point in the dream to show off my cool insheeption tricks to these friends. This ended with me spawning -yes GTA San Andreas hacker sheet style- a match-stick helicopter on the beach. It was a pretty cool thing to fly high above this beach in a see through air craft made from highly flammable match-sticks, and we were all having fun. Until things got sketchy. We lost control of the helicopter at the end of the beach, into a gloomy swamp. I was separated from everyone else when we crashed and I was very delirious. I couldn't move a muscle and was in danger of drowning in the swamp. Lucky this large old woman rescued me, when i was large i mean that creepy undead fat bitch from the dawn of the dead remake. So there i was basically Catatonic -yes i have that slayer song playing now, thanks for asking- curled up in this large woman's bosom like some cat nip sodden feline. Naturally i was aroused by this display of rotting swamp-land and largely fat based females. Realizing that I was poking this woman with my 'uterus poker' as some would call it. I became very self conscious, regaining more of my mind. She didn't seem to notice though. Eventually we went into her hut-by-the-swamp place. (Imagine a big shed in a swamp in a dream within a dream. yep, that's right.) There i met up with two of my friends who were glad to see me well. The woman on the other hand seemed to be panicking about something, telling us to run, something about 'they're here'. After fleeing to some small shrubs me and my two remaining friends began to here the pained streaks of -let's call him- Friend No:3. Friend No:3's struggle came into focus just outside the hut where we had fled. It seemed that someone had tied him to a stake and was skinning him using a selection of tools on a table beside him. Terrified we watched as he slowly stopped struggling, and died in front of us. Peace was not completed though, as more screams were heard coming from inside the house. Just then the doors of the hut burst open to reveal the carnage that had been happing inside. Being wheeled out of the hut was what looked like a misshapen sausage covered in Cleanfilm (Plastic Wrap). But it was screaming. As the disfigured person that had been wheeling the table only seconds before started to dig into the sausage creature with a tool that looked something like a cross between scissors and a serrated pizza cutter. It became obvious that this was Friend No:4. The shadowy figure then picked up a pare of clamps and dug into Friend No:4's torso. It was apparent that the man had clamped onto something as Friend No:4 had stopped squirming and now just screamed in a high pitched squeal that could have been heard in the empty beach. The figure tugged once, then twice and his tongs flew up in the air with Friend No:4's kidney.
At This point i woke up and went to the beach, wondering how i had ever had such a fucked up dream in one night.

For a more in depth look into 'They're here' please click on this link.

A Guide to Cloning

2011-07-24T01:04:00.000-07:00

Ok, wow so I've just woken up from a my first recurring dream. Basically it's all about me cloning myself and it messing up. I think i might try and do a short writing on this soon.

>finds guide to cloning
>guide comes in mail
>solder components together finding on and off switch
>take tissue samples from parts of my body
>mix together in the jar that comes with the guide / components
>attach component-jar lid to jar
>end up with a mixture of stuff
>leave in the cupboard as the guide says
>come back from tennis to find that jar is now gone and completely naked and fully formed version of me is sitting there basically 'dead' hanging out my cupboard
>attach other device to the clone's head
>turn on device
>nothing happens
>i panic and end up hiding the body in the freezer
>dream ends
>back into dream
>I'm trying to find what's wrong with the device.
>find a link in the guide to TDKnuckle's channel
>turns out that he's the person that made the guide
>someone knocks on the door
>i open it to find mafia looking guys storming into my house
>they ask where my mother is
>they start asking for money
>i start worrying about whether they might find the body
>i start wishing that i'd separated the parts and put them in a bin or something
>i find a streak of line running down my nose
>realise that the line looks like the bottom of a kazo o
>try to reach for it
>my fingers go right through it
>decide that it's a trick of the light / my eye's are messing up
>eye's start hurting
>blink with left eye, then right eye, then both
>i open my eye's and i'm in bed.

So there you go! Man, that was a crazy night. I like how my brain always seems to put all of my dreams onto a cliffhanger for some reason.