Guest Post: Blog Bomb: Plugging out

This shit be happening!

Myself and my housemates are saying goodbye to electricity and electronics (on our own time and outside of work) from midnight tonight til Friday midnight.. This will involve light and heat, including hot water; phones and computers and anything you pretty much need to plug in.

No music, aagh!

All the oul lads in the pub, ever, always often say the
like of 'Back in my day.. when I was a young lad.. Sure I
had no toys! I made me own fun outta a stick and
an ol' pot.. Sure we didn't have a toilet 'til 1994''.

Cannot wait to see how it goes :)

Hopefully we can start a mini movement.

Anyway, I'll not be contactable unless I bump into people the old fashion way.. aggressively and by chance.

Woo!!


I blame the equinox!

BB xxo

Blog Bomb: Yay and Nay

Happy August everyone!

Ooo yay!

I recently attended my first musical in London, yay! It was 'Thriller Live' featuring the songs of Michael Jackson and the Jackson 5. Omg. Just said his name and then said it slow and though, eww. Jacks on.Get your jacks on! Eww. Anyway, musicals are kind of expensive, but they are so much fun I would definitely recommend them.

And OMG, I had completely forgot that he was possibly a pervert by the end. It was sooo good!
Dancing fun, all their old music stuff and new stuff, the cast were amazing. It was weird that the four main singers, singing together, managed to sound like Michael. What I will say is that there was a short period of time in the 90s, around the time he started melting, that he really got the worlds energy.. I wonder what would have happened if he had not started drinking bleach and suffering from meltman syndrome?

Heal the world, such a beautiful song.. Listen link noice?
There's a place in your heart (for dead popstars)

Irrelevant picture of a bumbear
necklace I saw on holidays.
Everyone should wear, EVERYONE!

Oooo noo!

The daily mail recently 'published' an article about people without facebook profiles being potentially psycho.. Their premise was that someone without a strong online presence is suspicious. I personally think the smello daily mail has a lot to answer for in terms of plastering pictures of skinny minnies and fatty watties, telling us who looks what way and why they are shite. It is pretty difficult to be and stay content in the world as it is, without having external media tell you what you should think about someone.

Aagh! As a falsebook defector I am hopefully not teetering on the edge of sanity anymore than another person.. Even if I ate a salad for brekkie. At 5am. Watching Daywatch (amazing dark Russian film, google!).  There was an apple in it though (the salad, and possibly the film too)! Plus summer salads are delicious all summer long, especially when Irish summer is only one day.

Personally the reason I decided to delete it was because I spent a lot of time judging others according to what I saw there rather than what I felt when I met them. Its a really projected perception, right, and without any context? And I also realised that I had lost the spontaneity of saying 'What are you up to these days', instead saying 'Oh, I saw your pictures of your holidays, you climb trees in your spare time!'. Friendships became almost like an interview. And then finally, I found also that I spent some time comparing my hobbies to others and wondering why I wasn't like them in terms of interest. Why don't I want to jump out of a plane or run?  Its so easy to compare yourself to others and find yourself lacking, even if you were never interested in playing basketball in the nip in the first place.

I must say thanks to ginger blog man for showing me the innocent, open and positive side to the internets. I think a blog is much nicer as you end up able to show a more rounded side of yourself, more honestly and explained.

As long as we have good friends in this world, get outside and move, and work towards being ourselves, all will be ok.

Spank you GBM! Love you! x

Blog Bomb

Blog Bomb: Oh time, I wasted so much time worrying about you!

Happy birthday Ginger Blog Man!

I am guest posting while he is off on a sexy holiday.

My life as a fractal , Aged 28

I am not in a random mood. Surprisingly!

As my birthday also approaches, I am attempting to repel any feelings that I am not doing things the correct way, within the correct time frame. I know I am not the only one who feels this way. Poor me, poor me, pour me another wine! (And I am not just referring to my kidneys and liver here, I love those little filter bags!)

People do not automatically become more mature because they are older.

I am still not a grown up. I look too young and have to work hard to make sure I am taking care of myself. I have to make a big effort to be taken seriously by some people. I am still learning how to construct the correct ways of dealing with personal issues. I used to think that if you hid away, you would avoid conflict. I was wrong. Because no one is the same.



What do you think space monkey?

As my life unfolds I question humanity's approach to time more and more. Time is just another dimension of space that we are propelled through linearly. It has been taken on as a social construct, which is dumb as our perception of this plane is subjective and therefore different for everyone. Spacetime is a concept that is not graspable by many.. I do believe I understood it for a brief window of 2005.. the psychadelic awakening that swept through Ireland.. you know what I'm taking about Irish hippies! But now we are absurdly preoccupied with the perspective that we can have an effect on it.. 'Lets make today go quickly' or 'Give me more time'.

Our 24 hour time frame is merely an applied constant. It really means sweet little in the context of mind.

What we can do to be less unhappy, is to be in the now and stop attempting to manipulate time. Try and live momentarily. Use the time we have, see? Keep our past behind us and make our present and future the one by not thinking about wasting time or being afraid we are missing out. And tell the truth to the best of our abilities.

I tried an experiment where I said yes to everything for a week. This was of course outside of working hours which is not really our own time. It was emotionally exhausting and draining and fun and kind of expensive. But the surprising thing I learned was that the time construct can be let go. Things will happen the correct way, if we let them. Nothing is ever really wrong, just different. There is no loss in letting go, as just for now becomes all now.

This has been a weird post, I have done my best to not go off on other tangents..erg.
 

Metta,
Blogbomb

P.S. I counted and I only said time sixteen times, including these three! Not a waste of time at all.