A Boring Day :( (Blog 72)

Yesterday sucked, quite frankly. Having recently written three new music reviews for my site, I thought I was on a roll and could write another. I was going to critique ‘Street Lethal’ by Racer X but it was a complete disaster. That was even though I had an interesting and workable insight into the LP’s guitar solos, that being they weren’t emotionally expressive at all. Most fans would be well aware of that fact, but not the random, weird guy I read a quote from on an online RX tribute page half a lifetime ago. Yes, he said the none stop shred blitzes in the title track that are without ANY kind of feeling were emotional! I know, right?? In part because of my bad mood, my ‘review’ had the potential of becoming nothing more than a crazed rant towards the deluded fan, where I pointed out all the many ways his single sentence was completely wrong. Whilst detailed, that wouldn’t have been much of an interesting read and furthermore, I would have come across as a right dick. Thank God I decided to move on to another project after a few minutes. (Ok, it was about half an hour).

Jokes! Three hours I spent trying to come up with jokes afterwards, and that’s all I’m going to say on the matter. I don’t want to talk about it. After that, I went shopping with my dad. Think that wasn’t worth me mentioning? It wasn’t! What a boring day. If my life ever flashes before my eyes, yesterday will be one of the parts of it that stand out the least. However, that in itself is interesting, right? I sure hope so. You could call my Sunday ‘obscure’. Sad or not, that’s what I do. I later cycled to the gym about two and a half miles away and am pleased to say, the traffic lights were green all the way to and from the club. That brought at least a little light to my otherwise piss poor afternoon. However, as mentioned in an earlier blog, I did on two prior dates cycle a good 15 miles without coming across any red lights. Needless to say, THEY were among my better days.

Yes, this is turning out to be another ‘done nothing’ entry, again largely based on traffic signals. But it is a new take on the themes, right? Well even if it isn’t, I’m in too deep now and am going to keep with my journal. At least I haven’t mentioned milkshakes. Oh, I just have; what a nightmare. Anyway, back to my blog’s story… After gyming, I soon got to work on a much more productive joke writing session, as I half watched Johnny English. That somewhat silly film (yes, coming from me) arguably isn’t aimed at my demographic, but it was better than nothing. That’s not something for the producers to brag about obviously, but to be clear, the movie was entertaining at times. Here’s one of the one-liners I came up with: ‘Why is the pope so generous with his money to his friends? Because he’s a pay pal’. (A pun on the word ‘papal’, if you’re confused). I don’t know what it is with me and the pope, I’ve written at least three jokes about him. Here’s another: ‘What kind of robes does the pope of bacteria wear? Microbes,’ and lastly there’s ‘apparently people who swear more are more trustworthy, which is why I don’t trust the pope.’

Ok, so that was the day made the most out of through me writing about it. Moving on, here’s a story that’s characteristically unrelated: The other day, I saw a sign by a station saying ‘no trains alight here’. I was thinking if train drivers don’t know where they should and shouldn’t be going without being told by station headings, the railway industry is in far more trouble than I previously thought. However, it would explain why the same trains leaving Waterloo often depart at different terminals. Just one fixed terminal per transport would make sense, right? It seems train driving is more of an art than a science. Well either that, or it’s just plain chaos. Ok, that’s all I have to say. How about another joke about the pope? Only joking, I’m 100% all out of those kinds of gags, though I may come up with some sun jokes, later on. If you check my website, you’ll learn I’m a master of telling space-related witticisms. And that’s all from me, for the 72nd time, b. …. ye. ! !!