Dunny's and Munny's

Someone emailed me today asking to assist them on their research to do with designer toys. Thats all I really have to say about that.

Seb is still practising his yoyo. But now he's going for longevity in the sleeper.

I had classes today, Monday, I dunno if this thing is calabrating with NZ time.

I ACTUALLY, thought I was going mental this morning. I looked up at the sky while I walked to Sociology lecture and it was grey and misty and showery and I imagined what a grey misty showery New Zealand would have been like pre colonisation, and going off to Sociology lecture felt futile, the whole fuckin world and all its stupid shit felt futile.

I felt like screaming out in the misty showery rain and dribbling from the corner of my mouth. But I didn't.

I place the blame for this heavily on the pressure to turn out 4,500 words of intelligence in the next 96 hours. When you say 96 hours it feels so much fuckin worse than 4 days.

a piece of my hair just broke off. I think its time to go get a haircut. When I got home, we lay in bed and watched the Matrix and ate chocolate and coke and chips. now Im not hungry and duly wondering why Im a fatarse. at midnight I'll be hungry, I've no doubt.

And as for the swearing, I know this might be offputting, but I don't care, its just a word. as soon as I've said it, its disappeared, it leaves no impression, unless Im using the swearword directly to describe you in some kind of defamatory fashion. So Im ok with swearing, it colours the air, its juicy, its meaty, its simply more interesting than a non-swearing world.

Now I have to go and read James Katz, and some interesting mindbending stuff about mobile phones, communication and space and time.

and heres a picture, so my posts not so textual looking. Picture books are always more fun.