You
I don’t see you out of school, but I see you all the way home. I see you in the rear vision mirrors, I see you on the sidewalk. I see you at the grocery store, behind the counter - in front of me in line.
I see you in the mirror, in the reflection of the glass door at work. I see you in the face of every customer, in their eyes - in their soul. I see you in the darkness as I walk towards the car.
I see you through the steam. I see you on the ceiling. I see you when I close my eyes. I even see you when I dream; and the first thing I see in the morning - is you.
Why don’t you see me?
Using A Song To Inspire A Post In A Niche Blog
Like any completely disrespected art form, bloggers have the ability to use the creative works of others to inspire their work. But sometimes listening to I am the Walrus as you blog about being a single alcoholic mother of two under two is just not enough.
Drawing on the power of the music is not enough, you want to integrate the meaning of the song you are listening to into your work in an intricate manner.Sure, you could nest the song, and have it play every time an unfortunate visitor visited your site, or you could create a post that explains how you feel about the media.
Begin with an excerpt from the song. And then, let your opinion flow. Tell the world what the song really means.
What The Beatles meant when they sang I Am The Walrus
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
MAN, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo g’joobSome people claim that there is no sense in I Am The Walrus, but they obviously aren’t single alcoholic mothers of two under two…
Next time you are strapped for a post idea, just find a song that you and your niche can relate to, and find meaning in it that the original composers could not even dream of.
Artificial Intelligence
Machines are slowly becoming capable of performing tasks that humans used to have to do. They can perform the tasks that humans had to think to perform with ease, but we still don’t classify that as fully developed artificial intelligence. Because we humans can experience emotion.
So if you have a job in a field that doesn’t require you to use any emotions, be afraid of the machines that are going to take over your job. And if you get afraid enough, its time to put a little emotion into your work. Put in something that a machine can’t replicate. Put some McLovin into your job, and save yourself from the machines.
An Apple One Day Keeps Me Pining Away
This image is taken without permission from the official Apple website. It is not licensed.
Leopard [new Apple operating system] is coming really soon. And as a poor Windows user who gets to watch the frenzy over the latest offering from Apple I am sad. Not sad that it is being released, but sad that I would have to throw down a minimum of $4000 AUD to get into the MAC action at a level that I would deem acceptable. Darn.
Check out the preview of Leopard at the official website of apple. I linked the prettiest page. You can find your way around the rest.
Anyway, Leopard has actually managed to look exciting/innovative/not shit before launch! Vista did not manage to achieve this. The only excitement I got out of the launch was placing a bet on the number of days before a service pack was released.
A Comic Of Slightly Higher Quality
Click the image to enlarge it. Seriously, do it.
The movie 300 had a profound effect on me. Not since my tween years had I experienced such an intense desire to act out scenes from a movie that didn’t involve sexual intercourse. I was Spartan crazy, in the heterosexual idol/role model kinds of way.
Jesus Loves Me This I Know
Click to enlarge.
I am 2000 kilometers away from home, so today’s blog post is simple. An oh-so witty sketch from one of my school books. Put through Fireworks to take away some of the ugly.
A Concertedly Effortless Journey
When you read the title of this post, you should probably be thinking, “What the fuck?”. You see, the thing is - I wanted to put in a witty pun about the journey I am about to embark on and the word concert in their somewhere as well. Well I failed. I failed horribly and pathetically. But, it’s the weekend so just make do with the incredibly blatant misuse of the word ‘concertedly’ with a big smile.
Right. I am attending the Linkin Park concert in Brisbane on the 22nd of October, and live about 2000 kilometers away. I must fly to get there, so tomorrow morning, before the darkness lifts, I have to be in the car on the way to the airport.
So what does this post mean to you?
You get a special headsup on a few articles that will be coming in the next week.
- Linkin Park concert review
- LP Brisbane Set List
- Hopefully a picture or two. [No recording devices allowed]
- Things I hate about Chris Cornell [The supporting act. He might actually be good.]
Wow! A shaky promise of four shiny new articles!
An Unhealthy Amount of CounterStrike Source
For someone who is trying to achieve good results at school, has a part time job and can’t function without sleep, I play far too much CounterStrike Source. About 44 hours over the last two weeks.
22 hours a week is not a healthy amount of time to waste on a game. Even I can admit that, but it is so damn addictive. 22 hours playing CS:S, probably another fifteen or more spent aimlessly browsing the internet and about 45 hours of sleep a week. 82/164 hours a week I spend doing activities that don’t further my learnings or help me to where I want to go.
Oh lordy.
Josh Pyke - Middle of the Hill Correct Lyrics
I was being manly and listening to Josh Pyke today, and got confused about the lyrics in ‘Middle of the Hill’. So I booted up the trusty old GoogleFox and searched for the lyrics. I got the usual smattering of websites, lyrics007, alllyrics… and so forth. So I picked a random site and while I was busy hoping that it did not have to many banners, began to play ‘Middle of the Hill’ in iTunes.
I read along with the lyrics, and before long was thoroughly pissed. The top ten lyrics results had horribly inaccurate, unstructured content. So I took one of the lyrics that most resembled the actual song, and fixed it. It really was a ridiculous task, it would have probably been quicker for me to find accurate lyrics by skipping the searching process and transcribing the bloody song to begin with.
Also, oh wise Josh Pyke webmaster, if you stumble across this post, please update the international version of your website to include lyrics instead of a 404.
When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a hill, not the top not the bottom but the middle.
And I still remember where I cracked my head, in the vacant lot, theres a row of tiny houses there now.
And we used to light fires in the gutters,
and I could cool my head on the concrete steps.But the girl down the street hit my sister on the head with a stick,
and we hid behind my father as he knocked on her parent’s door.
To tell them what she did but the parents were drunk,
So they really didnt give a shit.And the girl down the street said a dog couldn’t bark, cause a man with an axe cut its voice box out.
But my older sister told me that it probably wasn’t true,
and I believe what she said cause she took me by my hand one time.
When a couple men drove down the hill in a white van,
said there was a phone box filled, with money round the corner.
And I would have gone along but she took me by my hand to the house
In the middle of the hill, the middle of the hill, the middle of the hill.And our mother knew the words to a lot of different songs, and we’d always sing the harmonies when we’d sing along.
She had cool cool hands when the fever hit,
and the the noises that the trains made sounded like people in my head.
And the stories that the ceiling told,
through the pictures in the grains on pine wood boards.
And I could stay out side till the sky went red,
and I’d cool my head on the concrete stepsAnd we could never really see the top from the bottom
I dont pay enough attention to the good things when I got emAnd you can never really see the top from the bottom
I dont pay enough attention to the good things when I got emI dont pay enough attention to the good things when I got em
I dont pay enough attention to the good things when I got em
I dont pay enough attention to the good things when I got em
I dont pay enough attention to the good things when I got em no.
Futsal Blues
Just got back from a scratch match at the beginning of our Summer futsal season. I don’t particularly like the game, and don’t have a huge aptitude when it comes to playing it. My team is fairly awful.
We got decimated. We finished at 10:50pm. I am tired and profusely sweaty.
Keep it real; don’t let indoor soccer get you down.
/sleep
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