What a Cnut.

Music plays a part in all our lives. So here's the soundtrack to my life recently. Muse - Black Holes and Revelations. Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Stadium Arcadium. The Flaming Lips - At War with the Mystics. Kasabian - Kasabian. Prince - Sign 'o the Times (rehearsal sessions.) Muse - Origin of symmetry. Muse - Absolution. There has, of course, been other music in my life but I'm too tired to go into details. I've just spent almost 3 hours cleaning out my mate andy's laptop of spyware/trojans/viruses only for it to run out of power when I was almost finished. My brain hurts. My eyes hurt. My arse hurts. My legs have went numb. Oh, and I've had a few joints...

And walk with your head held high. For you are a child of the stars... I was pondering on life, the universe and everything last night. I got to thinking that we are beings who attempt to assert control over something which is uncontrollable. As individuals we attempt to assert our will upon the world around us. We are guided by a sense of needing to create something which will stand the test of time without realising that all things are dust. The Pharaohs built pyramids that will be sand in 20,000 years time, the Great Wall will be crumble to nothing more than a pile of rocks and Mount Everest will be eroded by wind and water. All things are effected by entropy. Does a soul/life force/intelligence guide us? Are we nothing but a tool for some higher force? Are we at the whims of the great magnet? Does the Grand Whazoo watch out for us or are we alone? Who knows... Not me that's for damn sure Sparky. If I knew the answer to this, trust me, I'd share it in a heartbeat. I'm ...

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In the past, derided my brother for being a Dr Who fan. These days, I'm more mature about it. In fact, I'd like to take the opportunity to come out and admit it, I'm a huge Dr who fan. There, I said it. I feel better. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, I am now unburdened, free, emancipated... Etc etc etc... And the reason for my sudden change of heart? My first joint in a week, the KLF, the BBC Radiophonic Workshop and a very powerful stereo. All of which served to open my eyes to the fact that in this day and age it's acceptable to be a Dr who Fan. Gone are the days when you had to hide your love away and not mention to your friends that every time you see a police call box you are reminded of Dr Who. (In Edinburgh, for some reason we still have police public call boxes and whenever I see one I also wish it was a TARDIS, that the Dr was standing inside looking out and had decided that I looked like I could do with some time away from my surroun...

You all, but I have very little time to write tonight. However please feel free to check back on Monday as I'll no doubt have some more time to dedicate to composing something insane for you all to marvel at. Until then I remain... Alive and in need of some kind of direction.

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast. The slow one now, will later be fast. As the present now, will later be past. The order is rapidly fadin'. And the first one now, will later be last. For the times they are a-changin'. .::. Bob Dylan .::. Indeed, the times they are a changin'. I can feel it creeping up on me with a shit-eating grin on it's face and a manic look in it's eyes... (Please forgive me if this post has so far failed to make any sense in the conventional way. I ascribe this to the fact that sense has never been my strong point and right now I'm in a state of flux.) Change is looming up on me like the iceberg that sunk the Titanic and although I have known of its inevitable approach I'm still slightly shocked by the rapidity at which it is coming into view and is setting about tearing, ripping, gouging and slashing into the side of my ship. Unlike the captain of the Titanic I know the iceberg that is about to sink me... It smiles at me i...

I nearly had a cerebral hemorrhage today. I was sitting having a cigarette at the end of Princes Street listening to a Scottish band play music on the pipes and drums when a strong emotion overtook me. My heart was pounding and I began to sweat profusely. "What the fuck?" I thought. "What the hell is happening here? Have my years of abusing my body finally caught up on me?" I closed my eyes and attempted to get my head straight. The music of the band banged in my head and I decided to use it as a grounding anchor. It did the trick. I felt my heart beat slow down and my temperature dropped to something close to normal. I opened my eyes and scanned the crowd of people watching the band to see if anyone had noticed that I was shaking and breathing heavily like I had just run a marathon in record time. Luckily none of the observers were looking in my direction and I felt myself come back to earth. As the band finished one tune and began on another I let my head get into...