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I’m a consumer whore! (And how!)

Gravecat — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 04:24:23 +0000

So the local phone shop is apparently getting a shipment of 16 gig iPhones today.

It’s 5am. They open around nine. Assuming they haven’t already sold them as pre-orders, assuming there aren’t any crazy people camping out (unlikely — that only tends to happen on launch day for new products), there’s a fairly good chance I may be able to walk home with one, much as I don’t want to get my hopes up too high.

Yeah, yeah, I know what I said, but damnit, I can’t resist any longer. The geek in me needs technology! :|

And yes, I’m already toying with the idea of going down there now and pressing my nose up against the glass, Charlie Bucket style, until they let me in or call the police.

Edit: And now I just noticed my error; in my haste, I’d misread. The phones are going to be in stock tomorrow, not today. KHAAAAAAAAAN!

To us the world is different, as we are to the world.

Gravecat — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 01:33:58 +0000

Preparing coffee in the dregs of last night’s spirits, I found, leads to a surprisingly pleasant result — at least to my moribund taste buds, deadened from days of sating my hunger with non-food, processed products that filll the stomach but offer little true fuel for the body and mind. Soylent grün ist Menschenfleisch.

This short hiatus from reality — one of many over the years — has served to make me realize a truth I’d previously been unable to grasp; that if there is some deeper meaning and purpose beneath it all, behind the curtain of life, it’s not something that can be attained by effort or force. Trying to seek a reason to exist has been largely fruitless, and yet without even trying, I managed to enjoy life without analyzing every step.

In layman’s terms, what I’m saying is that I seem to be happiest when I’m not thinking about why I’m happy; I suppose the old adage is true, ignorance is bliss.

The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

Gravecat — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 22:37:25 +0000

I’m well aware that I’ve made few updates to either this blog or Twitter since my return from Paris; this is largely due to being both tired and grumpy, so I’ve endeavoured to remain low-key for the time being. Needless to say, however, and likely to the chagrin of a few I shall not name, I live.

Other important updates? Nothing of note as of yet. I’m living in relative squalor, discarded packaging and other detritus strewn across the floor with a mere few safe spots to traverse between large cardboard boxes and styrofoam, a pile of recently-washed laundry and an old monitor occupying the few remaining empty spots on the cluttered floor. It’s good to be home.

The new Dr. Frankenstein.

Gravecat — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 11:45:27 +0000

I have successfully performed a head transplant operation from the mutilated remains of two jelly babies. Also, this picture terrifies me, possibly for fairly valid reasons.

Between sleepless nights and coffee-fuelled days, life’s been drifting by at a remarkable yet eventless pace, alternating between blistering hatred for everything that lives, and serene acceptance of the world and my place in it. I’m hoping things will become a little less confusing when I’ve got my sleep in some semblance of order, but only time will tell, I suppose.

Until then I’m going to continue mutilating my Haribo, all in the name of science.

Perception.

Gravecat — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 06:48:36 +0000

…And today the world seems blue-white, stark and cold in its brightness.

Nothing but a shadow of a dream.

Gravecat — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 01:51:40 +0000

When I was laying there on the couch, half-watching a movie and drifting in and out of consciousness, I’m fairly sure that when I opened my eyes and saw a figure between myself and the screen, reaching towards me before dissipating slowly like dust into the air, it wasn’t real.

But the world is so much more of a fascinating place, if I let myself wonder if it was more than just the remnants of a dream.

But the bears, man!

Gravecat — Fri, 30 May 2008 01:23:25 +0000

On the way home today, I tried my best to step on every crack in the pavement, to make up for all the ones I’d avoided when I was a kid.

Happy face.

Gravecat — Mon, 26 May 2008 01:26:01 +0000

And in stark contrast to yesterday’s bile, the day took a turn for the better and for reasons I won’t elaborate upon quite yet, I’m feeling remarkably upbeat — one could even be forgiven for saying I’m happy. That’s right, get out the torches and pitchforks, something is clearly wrong here and lynching is always the best solution to things we don’t understand.

In which certain matters are discussed.

Gravecat — Sun, 25 May 2008 03:27:34 +0000

It occurred to me earlier, as I weaved through moving traffic — on foot, natch — that I don’t actually write about my life much here, as most others do. In fact, most of what I write tends to be either things I found interesting, or carefully-constructed paradigms designed to give a faux tilt to certain events or thoughts.

Not that I have anything to say about my life as it stands; I’m tired, spiteful, and still have an ever-present wish to see the world burn due to various personal reasons I’d sooner not elaborate upon. On a lighter note, however, I’d like to close by saying that Rock Band is nothing short of superb, seeming like a more social version of Guitar Hero. Yes, I actually spend time with friends sometimes, shocking as this may be.

Oh, and Age of Conan isn’t impressing me one whit thus far. Wait, damn, that just ruined the happy ending to my entry. C’est la vie.

In the moment.

Gravecat — Wed, 07 May 2008 17:40:48 +0000

With the window finally pried open and the exhaustion of carrying heavy bags finally dissipated, it’s the perfect temperature in here. A pale glow fills the room through the curtains, a cool breeze blows around, birds are singing in the garden outside, and I’m just relaxing on this big chair, wearing my favourite shirt, and thinking to myself: I’m happy.

Yeah, life’s got its problems. I’m unhappy about things that I cannot change, I’m still trying to think of how to tell someone how I actually feel about them even though I know damn well it’s almost certainly not mutual, and there’s a dozen other issues weighing on my mind. But right here, right now — I just can’t help but smile. I’ve had a troubled past and the future will be equally turbulent, but can’t we just forget all that for this moment and enjoy the present?