Blog for the Sake of It (Blog 569)

This time I’ll be blogging even though I have nothing much to say, and because I promised (or at least said) I’d write at least four blogs a month to the person who suggested I start a website about 9 years ago now. Hello Nat, this is for you. Who is this Nat? Natalie? Nope, he was man! A man from Greece, they clearly have a different idea of what to name people and I mean really. Calling a boy ‘Nat’ over here is a huge no-no, it’s like calling a girl ‘Bruce’ or ‘Hank’. (Two of the most masculine names I could think of). It’s the surnames I find really crazy, though. Stuff like Propodopolopodus. It sounds sophisticated though, much more so that British names, like Smith, I think. As I said a while ago, I’ve known a disproportionate amount of Greek people, I can’t get enough of them. Some of them have been helpful even though I only met him the one time, others are very good friends in that they didn’t end up harbouring lasting grudges against me like many others. What can I say, I can’t recognise other people’s emotions and respond to them, apparently because I don’t really have any. And what is a grudge harbour anyway? A place where angry boats go? A dumb phrase it’s right to ignore.

Moving on, despite a recent blog suggesting (or hoping) otherwise, I didn’t end up going to Hampton Court with the family on Sunday, but of course I didn’t, I shaved on that day. Hopefully this weekend I will be, and of course if I go on a Sunday I won’t have shaved, so I’m feeling pretty optimistic. I could ask my dad, but he keeps lying to me. He’s recently had a birthday but as he didn’t tell me about it, I didn’t get him a present. I’ve heard about it now, and I’m still not getting him a present. Payback. Later on today at the time of typing on a Wednesday, I will be going to the gym as per usual and seeing the other members, who I refer to as ‘pecs men’. I can’t have been the first person to think of that phrase, right? Let’s Google it… Nope, didn’t think so. Why write about it then? Well, I have little to say. I’m kinda mad about this situation to be honest, but at very least I will be getting an upper level burger after working out tonight. What’s better, though? The burger or the shake from the place? It’s tough one as the two foods are so different to each other. People say things like it’s hard to choose who’s their favourite, Metallica or Megadeth as THEY’RE too different to each other. Well, maybe such people will change their mind after going to local restaurant Smoky Boys. Let’s give them a sense of perspective.

Back to the subject of mental illness and alienating people, I once heard a famous criminal (who alienated the justice system) was diagnosed with both schizoid and borderline personality disorder. How on Earth can you have the two conditions? An extremely unemotional man who is extremely overemotional? That has to be a mistake, right? If not, then he’s truly mental. Now, I’ll talk about the opposite subject, that being cool language that bonds us all together. After the last LCW meeting, I watched a Youtube video and the star of the show said ‘Oh my days!’ I remember people saying that when I was a child and the phrase still hasn’t died out, and not only that, it’s the kind of thing someone’s grandpa would say as well! However, I haven’t said ‘wicked’ in many, many years now which I find surprising as I think it’s a cooler thing to say that ‘oh my days’. Different people have different tastes, I guess. I still say ‘cool’ though, I think people will be until the end of time. A hardy word! Now I’ll talk about powning the LCW meeting and its members. They have a fortnightly news letter that has just reached its 596th edition. Soon my blog will be overtaking it! You have to wonder why I’d want to pown them though, as I like going there…

As I went to bed late after the last meeting (almost 12:30 AM!) I had relatively little sleep. Eight hours? Crazy. Remember when I said I always stay in bed for a long time in response to the meetings, sometimes I have a surprise super-snooze a few days to a week after them, and I have little to no control over that? Immediately after writing that, the involuntary extra sleep never happened again. Good in a way, inconsistent in another. I guess you have to weigh up the pros and cons, and I suppose it’s for the best I don’t oversleep for 11 hours or so. Let’s not get too excited though, most of the time I spend 9 to 10 hours sleeping because of the meds I’m on. I don’t feel sleepy when I’m out of bed though which is lucky, otherwise I wouldn’t be allowed to operate heavy machinery. If I did do that when drowsy and it all ended in disaster, at least I’d have an excuse, though. It’s my meds! It’s much harder to explain a situation where I wasn’t on medication and crashed a dump truck, for example. Whoops, right? The obvious question would be ‘Why did you crash a dump truck when you’ve never even used one prior to the event?’ How the hell do you explain, that? How would that relate to my work with Wiedemanncomedy or Metal Rules? (Other than it being A grade blog material). And on that thoughtful note… bye!