samson's still handsome (apparently)

Well I finally got my hair cut short short (number 8) Looks a bit different, and no doubt will look even more so when i shave-the hair on my face being slightly longer than that on my head) Still I saw gemma from writers club and she said it was nice. And the hairdressers both said that I had indeed been hiding a pretty face behind it all. plus they gave me a sherbert stick! (then again i did ask for it)

Not that I'm letting such comments get to me at all. feet on the ground bob is a practicle pragmatist at heart. hence the reasons for such drastic hair reductions were purely practicle ones themselves. after all I do work in a kitchen-both john and andy (who have very long hair to) have to wear bandanas to work and i was always worried they'd make me wear a hair net, so fear of that shameful union is gone. Plus a short cut means I won't have to go back for a while, hair cuts being for be boring and awkward and of course costing money.

one problem. its bloody cold and my ears are freezing

thought of the day-Carrol-louise can have any man...as long as he's a eunuch

The cake was a lie, it's actually pie

back at uni and hey whaddya know I actually did some fairly productive stuff today, check me. We've (FINALLY) moved on from journlalism to creative writing, so yay there. I'll be kicking ass and taking names with my own amusingly sad tales, but then slammed back into the corner when everyone else pulls out way funkier beats. No worries there as it happens every tues at the writers society, which is back on tommorrow!!!! Now i will have some company as I abuse my liver and feed the flames of my restlessness with the rest of this most awesome of groups.

In other news I've decided to finally get a short short hair cut. Women are always telling me that (they want me) I hide my handsomeness behind a thick wavvy curtain of hair, both on my head and face. Maybe its time to give in to pride and put some of it in my appearance, seems what a lotta folk seems to care abouts. sides if I get it short I won't need to go for another snip in a while and thereby will save MILLIONS

Saw pretty woman last night, hot diggidy damn julia roberts was foxy when she was young. I think red heads get a tough deal, what with names like ginger pubes and fire crotch (surely those are just urban myths) I personally can think of quite a few foxy red tops out there.

Thought of the day-Cloverfield is what happens when godzilla makes sweet rampaging love to the blair witch

my brain not smart

crikey work was tough yesterday. had over 200 covers, by the end everyone was very stressed and i had a whole new collection of little emo cuts on my hands.

ummm....back at uni tommorrow hurray

cause everyone else is doin it

1-lasers!
2-...........i really can't be arsed doin this
3-my amazing self motivation
4..all other 96 things

tada!

race for the prize

I discovered how to increase my profile views, thereby taking alway all meaning from the most views wins contest.

A bit of Lost musing now. In the episode expose, the actual series expose shows the shocking revolation that the good guys leader, Mr. LaShade (AKA Lando Calrisian) is also dun dun dunnnnnnn main antagonist The cobra, who(quoting hurely) "has been shrouded in mystery for four seasons"

make of that what you will

photographers and comics and hobos oh my

a few noteworthy things worth noting have happened of late

Whilst walking an errand for work a chap sitting on the ground commented thusly "Hey mate, I'm on the streets and I got better shoes than you" Which was true enough, given my workshoes are old manky and have tomato base and gravy on them. it still hurt though

Upon my departure from work the greek receptionist illias gave me a business card. Mendels-poet, photographer, exestential detective it read. he informed me that the chap had seen me and (his words not mine) thought I looked like a greek god and wanted to do a photo shoot with me (people need to stop fueling my ego, tis an insatiable beast). was it to be a nude shoot I enquired? Only if you ask him Illias replied. I do nott think I will call.

I brought a very awesome comic today-entitled spiderman Reign. without wanting to give any of the awesome plot away, I will tell you that radioactive sperm comes into it

thought of the day-the office an american work place is actually quite good

two can chew

ha harr. Now that my number of blog posts=a sexual position (one that sounds a bit suspect to me...could easily lead to joint assphyixiation) I feel I have really achieved something. Being as it is, a while since i did ANYTHING i was proud of. So, what news from the Rivermark?

I Shaved. to some that might not seem like much but given that I look like the illigitimate child of a werewolf and a wookie its kinda a big deal round these parts-but not those other southern parts cause i'm not trying to impress anyone and it would be maddeningly itchy. Any ways, its mainly a monthy affair and can take between 10 to 30 mins. so really tis kinda a big hairy period. or not

saw some of the crew on tuesday, drank far too much but never did anything stupid on account of the fact that everywhere waters down its hooch. Madness? THIS IS GLASGOW!!!! Also been hanging with C to the L a lot. for some reason we always end up putting heads. I blame it on myself and my lack of peer to peer social interaction.

I'ce decided to get a bit more fiction into this blog. Then maybe it will contain something other than innuendo. see last post for such an example

FACT of the day. Bruce Cambell is awesome, and his upcoming film better be as well

prostrated before a prostitute

(Fiction....Based on numerous harsh facts)

After they had finished (Or at the very least after he had) he turned to whisper in her ear. “That was…nice”
“Hmm?” she said as she got up and wriggled into her tight fitting skirt
“Where are you going?”
“It’s only midnight. I can still find more business”
“Business…”
“And it was a pleasure doing business with you” She looked into his hurt confused face “Look, It’s fifty a fuck, an that’s me giving you what I’m assuming is a first time buyers deal”
“I didn’t…I don’t have…I thought you liked me!”
She was about to spray him with mace from her cheap leather handbag and steal something valuable, but in the pale streetlight there were already tears welling up in his eyes. She sighed. This was why you should always demand money upfront…pun intended. But he was a beautiful boy, and innocence was something she did not often come across while working.
“Look, just forget about it, and don’t be so fucking naïve in future. I know girls that would have cut your dick off for doing this” He was really weeping now so she decided to end her tough love lecture. “I’m gonna grab some food and them I’m gonna, OK?”
He nodded his downcast head

After she left he lay back and smiled. All too easy. Which ideally was how all women should be. He went to the kitchen to see what “payment” she had taken. Maybe a banana or a carrot he thought and smiled. The smile turned to a grimace when he opened the fridge. The Bitch had taken the last choc-ice.

who wants to get caught in a net with bob?

ha harr, finally able to type. damn you bill gates, always messing me the consumer about in a market you've vicsiously monopolised.

So, gonna stop moaning about my lack of readership, being as it is fairly consistant with the amount of effort I put into this blog. Sides, as blogs go it's pretty guarded, consisting mainly of typos, poor innuendos and bitching about work. It's only rarely that the curtain twitches aside revealing (the wizard) more intimate details of my impressive manly phisique of a life.

so, saw C-to the -L today, where together we made starts to our overdue essays, with the water in danger of breaking at any moment. Still, ignorance is bliss and in my mind if i don't know about the trouble i could get in, then it's far less likely to happen.

had a brief ron-day-voo with jane at the union after work on tues, but she was somewhat distracted. fair do's there though, as distractions are easy to come by and hard to ignore in this mean city, so i just went downstairs and got good and drunk on cheap ass drink. It's a guy thing. was I hoping that a young lady with the winning combination of foxy looks, randomocity, geekyness and low self esteem approach me? well I always am. didn't happen of course so left for home.

Unfortunatly had to walk through a storm to get there, but nothing scythed me in half so no worries

finished watching lost season 2! how much to I rock? 108% baby

thought of the day-if life gives you lemons, throw them at people so you knock them out and steal their delicious apples

bah it on't let me type in the main bit!!!!!

sabotage

I have an eassy due today. rather than write it I watched cartoons (isn't avatar awesome!) and indulged in liquidy sins (but then most sins do involve liquid........?) I had an eassay due a month ago that still aint done. sometimes it feels like i purposefully screw things up for myself. and then have the audacity to complain and misplace blame about it laters.

bah, curse my lack of get up and go attitude

I can't get no satisfaction

Had a day of regression yester. sat up late with old friends playing videogames and poker and drinking and talking PULENTY shit. always makes me smile when we have those same old convos that we had way back when, and realising that despite appearances, people don't actually change that much. not in a bad way of course. all their good points stay the same, its just their vices that evolve. from chocolate to booze to women to smoking and to other stuff. our sins become more glamerous whilst our virtures remain true and steady.

and yet, today was one that was wanting of any kind of action. and this kinda day always annoys me, where nothing is achived. the real stinger is you KNOW that you could easily have done something cool, mayhap even awesome, or failing those, at least something useful and productive. I dunno, I always end up getting all fired up to do shit anf then within a few hours loose all momentum to follow through with said shit. tis a vicious and fairly linear circle type thing. I blame my incredibly short attention span, what with teen angst fast running out as a legitamit excuse

quote of the day-if lifes a stage, whos controlling the trap door?
the fat controller thats who

twas the season

It's been some time since my last entry. quite a while since I posted as well. maha
xmas was very good. went home for 3 whole days of chilled outness and binge eating. and that, my friends, is what xmas is all about for Team K. My old man is damn good in the kitchen and is justifibly proud of what he can dish up. And let me tell you, going for 2 months on 2 meals a day-both concisting of rice, I appreciate a good heaty meal no end. contraversially, there was very little drinking on my part, as I was either driving, or was too tired and Ill to indulge.

the jolly fat man with the suspicious "love" of all children was pretty good to me this year. got a harmonica, which in my opinion has a definite cool factor to it. and who doesn't like blowing on an organ??? Plenty books and some clothes as well. and some kick ass comics off andaroo. my own presents went down quite well, despite all being bought on xmas eve.

conversly new year was pretty shit. on its eve i had a vast misunderstanding, mistaking the west end for rutherglen, and thus spent it in the warm loving company of myself. still, it meant i got to bed early, which was good considering i had a 12 hour shift on new years day (double time woo) was pretty much the only one working that didn't look like a hungover zombie.

and now all this annoying festiveness is behind, back to the ole routine of working reading and playing geetar (and harmonica). as routines go ts not all that bad,but can get you down if you do it constantly for more than a week. Hence my jaunt home to see the folks.

thought of the day-is it wrong that I'm vommit green with envy that all my friends blogs have at least twice as many views as me? still now a pic of the studatron is up no doubt views will shoot up like a junkie with a trust fund