THE CIRCLE IS NEVER SEEN

This is going to be another bullshit diary of my Activities, so get ready ie strapped in and so on.

INTRODUCTION

So I went to the Movies the other day, just on a whim, like I had nothing better to do than sit in some A/C while extremities of celluloid blasted into my innocent face. And I was watching, thinking so much like 'Jason Bourne, why don't you come in bro, they want only to talk to you about Operation Treadmill' you know, peeping through my hands and shit - I won't lie, I was frightened out my wits.

"IT'S ONLY A MOVIE YOU FUCKING CRY BABY"

Thanks for the add, BTW I shat in your mailbox in case you were wondering why all your mail is brown and smells fucked.

STORY ARC

I walked out of the theatre with a pretty radical new perspective on things, little did I know that it was going to be short-lived. Almost immediately upon entering the Pavement I ran into my old nemesis Robbie the Kid, we call him that cos dude looks fucking mega young, even though he is a fully grown adult male. He hates it but what can you do.

Anyway, Robbie was just reeling off all these Achievements he has done since days of Yore, Management of Company, Home Renovation, Fathered 80 Childs In Wedlock, whatever, like 'can you compete with this bullshit? Journalism? Is it a real Employment?'. It shat me pretty bad but I didn't tell him - just gave him a massive look like 'Fair enough but you still look like a fucking two year old'.

It got me thinking about Adultery, like when do you start looking / acting really responsible and shit. I checked the bible for answers, St Paul letter of epistle to Corinth etc, shit was pretty ahead of its time. So I updated it to be even more ahead of its time. See what you think.

SUMMARY OF PROCESS

CHILDS

1. Spake pretty fucking stupid
2. Don't understand shit
3. Basically like a retard

ADULTERY

1. 'Fuck this Childish shit off', putting it away neatly.
2. See this Glass Darkly, well I have magicked it into a Window.
3. Straight up Universal Love of fellow Man / Chicks.


I'm still unconvinced, but whatever, it's not a competition.

THE CLOAK AND DAGGER MAGNUM PACKER

Basically all of yesterday I was dreaming about being a fucking good Spy in the manner of Good Will Hunting A Bourne Indignity or whatever. Thing is, I would be perfectly qualified for the ancient arts of Espionage, being:

(a) Calm as fuck in all manner of strife
(b) Pretty good at putting shit together (plots, guns)
(c) Super-Loyal to a Machiavellian sense of destiny over the Right of Individuals
(d) Quite Handsome
(e) I Note that Mother Duck Has Flown Into A Bucket for Christmas; Do you wish for a Complete Service Pedicure? WITH ALL THE TRIMMINGS HINT HINT PY-SAY OTHERFUCKERS-MAY.

Is there some joint I can just rock up and try out Spying? To be honest I don't want to go to a Spy Academy where everyone sits around doing wisecracks and shooting at paper tigers, 'Congratulations IOYC you are head of the Class of Decipherment', Obstacle Course, No YOU LISTEN to ME Sergeant, will it ever end. Ideally I can just do it on my own time.


'A timely warning?'

I just remembered how down I am with Morse Code as well (remember that episode?). I wouldn't trust me for shit now, I am probably Spying as of tomorrow.

OR AM I??

IF YOU DON'T HEAR BACK FROM ME

What the shit is this thing of Labels, 'Congratulations you are now on a better life', Template, new Web Page Designs, Dash-Board, 'Save Changes'. I am worried of dropping this entire Web Page into a neverending maw of electric despair, THIS OPERATION CANNOT BE UNDONE, IT CAN NEVER BE UNDONE IT IS RENT ASUNDER FOR ETERNITY but pretty chilled out.

"A LESSER DUDE WOULD PROBABLY FUCK UP AND FALL OFF A CLIFF"





Word/s.

I'VE GOT LIME DISEASE

Well this is pretty fucked up, I'm suddenly turning into a lime or so it seems. What the hell has happened? It seems like only yesterday that I wouldn't give two thoughts for a Citrus, now all I can do is wait to be juiced up and if lucky crushed into a Punch. Fucking bullshit, but just goes to show you can't take anything for granted. Maybe there's a future in this outcome, it's hard to say. Quite literally, as if my mouth cannot form the words - unsurprising as that shit is now a peel.

"YOU'RE TAKING THIS REALLY WELL"

What am I going to do, fly off the handle? That won't solve anything, the only possibility for solving is if some fucking Big Pharmas get their shit together and create a stunning cure for my ailment.

LIST OF THINGS TO DISTRACT MYSELF:

1. Sudoku, and derivatives of sudoku (maths?)
2. A Cormorant
3. Chicks (with dicks?)
4. A really tough outlook on Work Safety



'NSFW'

I just hope this finishes soon so I can get on with my life or whatever.