August 2008
10 posts
Saturday Came Around and the Killer Made His Make.
Another Seaweed Surfshop day today, which to be frank is the only reason I have found time to post. So, don’t mind me. I am only loitering around this site. Lots have been happening in life outside of the realms of cyberspace. Work is about to reach it’s climax this weekend, being the bank holiday and what with hollow promises of sunshine from nothing more than educated guessers, I’m expecting to...
Silent Hotels.
“When a day you happen to know is Wednesday starts of by sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.” John Wyndham, 1951 Monday, actually, felt much like this line. It had been another unrivalled success for record-breaking number of games played in the solitaires stakes. That’s what no internet does to you. Or, should I say, that’s what constant access to the internet...
“I suggest we learn to love ourselves before it’s made illegal.”
– Brandon Boyd
“Many a time I have wanted to stop talking and find out what I really believed.”
– Walter Lippmann
Pedestal.
So, right now, it’s eight minutes past eleven, A.M, at the time of writing. Obviously, time of posting is different, but you need some perspective. Once again, I’m stuck in internetless Seaweed, playing music I shouldn’t be. Not that there is anything drastically inappropriate with it, just we still don’t really have a license but we should be getting that through soon. And...
Pinch, Punch.
So, a new month and much has been happening of late. Much of it has inhibited this blog, like work for example. June seemed to come and go, dripping wet and agitated, just a damp squib of a month. So, even on days off, the weather has been against everything we have been trying to do or progress to, and its been hard to go anywhere or do anything of any note.
So, I have been working flat out on...