So those that know me well, know 2 things about me.
1 - I love to play video games either on my computer or my PS3
2 - I have a dodgy back which leads me to (some might say whinge) complain of the pain I'm currently feeling in my back. Really is pretty screwed and I often feel like a bit of an old man in need of a walking stick.
So my current gaming obsession is for NBA 2k11 where I have been playing the my player mode - I have created a point guard currently in his rookie season.
So when My Player got injured during a game and was out for a week I was a bit sad. However when I checked the injury details to find out what was wrong with him I really just had to laugh.
Back Spasms
How crazy that my real life ailments have followed me into the gaming world. Now I'm waiting for My Player to sprain his ankle or crush his heel.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
...... Ridiculous
So the supermarket was an eventful place for me last night, and whilst walking home I was exposed to the following..
Leaving the supermarket with my girlfriend and starting the short walk home, we approached a set of lights that were red, and as we slowed and waited behind 2 middle aged blokes waiting to cross it happened.
One of the guys in front of us, had a hand on his hip, which then moved down, and was on his left bum cheek. Then he started rubbing his bum cheek.. In fact I'm not sure I can call it rubbing, the only accurate way I can think of is that he was doing nothing more than playing with his bum cheek. Yep just playing..
It was the kind of thing that you don't want to see happening in the street, but it was also something I couldn't not look at!! I like to think I was checking for an explanation. Was he checking to make sure he had his wallet. No, his shorts had no pocket on the left bum cheek. Was he just having a scratch?? Everyone is entitled to a quick bum scratch every now and again, but no he was not having a sneaky scratch. Was he rearranging his underwear?? Everyone knows that sometimes things just don't stay in the right place.. But again no, there was no attempt made to rearrange the undies..
Now this guy actually turned around and saw us standing there, but this did not deter him. Most people if while having a scratch become aware someone MIGHT be able to see them, they stop IMMEDIATELY.. This guy nup, he was loving his bum cheek, and nothing would stop him until he was ready to stop.
Obviously this provided a bit of a laugh for us on the way home so thanks Ridiculous man who plays with his bum in public.
Leaving the supermarket with my girlfriend and starting the short walk home, we approached a set of lights that were red, and as we slowed and waited behind 2 middle aged blokes waiting to cross it happened.
One of the guys in front of us, had a hand on his hip, which then moved down, and was on his left bum cheek. Then he started rubbing his bum cheek.. In fact I'm not sure I can call it rubbing, the only accurate way I can think of is that he was doing nothing more than playing with his bum cheek. Yep just playing..
It was the kind of thing that you don't want to see happening in the street, but it was also something I couldn't not look at!! I like to think I was checking for an explanation. Was he checking to make sure he had his wallet. No, his shorts had no pocket on the left bum cheek. Was he just having a scratch?? Everyone is entitled to a quick bum scratch every now and again, but no he was not having a sneaky scratch. Was he rearranging his underwear?? Everyone knows that sometimes things just don't stay in the right place.. But again no, there was no attempt made to rearrange the undies..
Now this guy actually turned around and saw us standing there, but this did not deter him. Most people if while having a scratch become aware someone MIGHT be able to see them, they stop IMMEDIATELY.. This guy nup, he was loving his bum cheek, and nothing would stop him until he was ready to stop.
Obviously this provided a bit of a laugh for us on the way home so thanks Ridiculous man who plays with his bum in public.
Ridiculously Super market
So yesterday I went to the Supermarket after work. and while there I saw a bloke standing at the deli, and he wanted some Pork Salad I think (I think that's what he was saying). Now let me point out that this guy very obviously was not all there, hi attic was very bare indeed. But did that make it more or less funny, I don't know. The lady serving at the deli had obviously dealt with him before and kept telling him they don't sell it anymore. Now he just kept going on and on about this salad almost to the point where he could have been having a joke about it with the serving lady, I don't think he was but he could have been.
Adding unintentional humour to the already humorous, was the lady actually being served. Her self importance bubbling through when, clearly annoyed by this harmless individuals desire for some pork salad she burst out with "Mind your Patience, wait your turn!". I was chuckling heartily to myself after this, and I couldn't suppress the smile any longer, so all those around knew that I was having a laugh at the simple mans antics.. But wow seriously? mind your patience.. I remember my mother saying that to me when I was about 6..
So its not the crazy little man and his love of pork salad today, Its self important lady being served that wins at supermarket ridiculousness,
Adding unintentional humour to the already humorous, was the lady actually being served. Her self importance bubbling through when, clearly annoyed by this harmless individuals desire for some pork salad she burst out with "Mind your Patience, wait your turn!". I was chuckling heartily to myself after this, and I couldn't suppress the smile any longer, so all those around knew that I was having a laugh at the simple mans antics.. But wow seriously? mind your patience.. I remember my mother saying that to me when I was about 6..
So its not the crazy little man and his love of pork salad today, Its self important lady being served that wins at supermarket ridiculousness,
Ridiculous Blog
I have been thinking about this blog a little bit, and the more I do the more ridiculous it seems to me.
I'm not going to stop anytime soon, but I'd like to make it known that I too find it a little bit ridiculous. In saying that I love it, I enjoy writing and sharing all of this stuff, that has either previously just been a thought that disappears to nothing, or a piece of work lying unread and unshared in the depths of a digital graveyard.
In saying that I find things a little bit funny.. If see a guy standing there talking to himself, you automatically get that thought that he's not quite there. Is this blog a written conversation I'm having with myself, and you people reading are reading thinking "He's not the full quid". So because this conversation I'm having with myself takes longer and seems to be more drawn out, does that make more, or less crazy than the bloke walking down the street mumbling to himself walking his dog that doesn't exist?
I'm not going to stop anytime soon, but I'd like to make it known that I too find it a little bit ridiculous. In saying that I love it, I enjoy writing and sharing all of this stuff, that has either previously just been a thought that disappears to nothing, or a piece of work lying unread and unshared in the depths of a digital graveyard.
In saying that I find things a little bit funny.. If see a guy standing there talking to himself, you automatically get that thought that he's not quite there. Is this blog a written conversation I'm having with myself, and you people reading are reading thinking "He's not the full quid". So because this conversation I'm having with myself takes longer and seems to be more drawn out, does that make more, or less crazy than the bloke walking down the street mumbling to himself walking his dog that doesn't exist?
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Rescued from my Broken Hard Drive... Metaphor?
As unedited as the day it was written.
I mean I could, but I find there is something a little more real about things in their original form..Butterflies and Roses
fragile in serenity
safe in anonimity
passed over
not forgotten
on paths
so rarely trodden
I found one
and it flew
found the other
its thorns I knew
alluring
in the mystery
the future
part of history
I sat
I waited patiently
left behind
oh so blatantly
the thoughts
of what had happened
left me
all alone and saddened
the beauty
in different poses
I'm chasing
Butterflies and Roses
pots of gold
forever rainbows
coming to terms
with all I wont know
weighed down
withdrew inside me
shut down
dont want your eyes to see
looked around
inside my hall of thoughts
wondered how you could be caught
searching
for the answers
reasons
for missed chances
unexpectedly
I realised
out of nowhere
I theorised
stupid
I have been
not all
is what it seems
worry
now subsided
certain
I was misguided
irony
in my surprise
not the hunter
not the prize
didnt lose
there is no win
inside me
there was no sin
its your turn
try as you might
are you ready
prepared to fight
intriging
my many poses
Iam
Butterflies
Iam
Roses
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Scooter Ridiculousness
Yet again my trip to work provides evidence of the ridiculousness that this blog just stamps its feet and rolls around on the ground in a tantrum in an effort to get. Oh the morning bus ride, how fun you always are.
This morning the bus I caught was packed, and I ended up standing right the front of the bus holding on for dear life which isn't always that fun, but looking straight out the front window of the bus in its entirety is a different experience. Now mr scooter man of ridiculousness, is not only ridiculous but also lucky. Lucky not to be dead, as in NOT alive anymore.. I don't know if you've noticed Mr scooter man, but buses are quite big, like bigger than cars and certainly much bigger than your meagre frame of flesh and bone, and your little scooter.. Buses are big, heavy and made of metal which is hard, really really hard.
What happened this morning was this.
The bus pulled up at a T intersection in the leftmost lane turning right. So there is 2 lanes both turning right.
The light goes green the bus pulls out commencing the right turn. Little scooter comes up beside the bus on the right hand side.
Just as the scooter noses in front of the us, ridiculous little scooter man pulls in font of the bus and turns left!!! Bus driver man, hits the brakes and somehow manages to not hit ridiculous little scooter man, and having the vantage point I had during the whole thing I have no idea how ridiculous little scooter man didn't become the ridiculously injured or dead guy formerly known as ridiculous little scooter man.
One thing that made me smile was that once it was realised that we wouldn't be seeing the aftermath of bus vs scooter I immediately looked at the driver, his face was a brilliant combination of, anger, relief, fear, and frustration. Then I realised he was trying to turn the corner, glare at ridiculous little scooter man, and find the button for the horn at the same time which he couldn't because it's one of those horns that has 2 little buttons on the steering wheel, and by the time he found it, it was way to late.
Congratulations, ridiculous little scooter man, I estimate your ridiculousness to be within the range of 9 - 9.9 out of 10
This morning the bus I caught was packed, and I ended up standing right the front of the bus holding on for dear life which isn't always that fun, but looking straight out the front window of the bus in its entirety is a different experience. Now mr scooter man of ridiculousness, is not only ridiculous but also lucky. Lucky not to be dead, as in NOT alive anymore.. I don't know if you've noticed Mr scooter man, but buses are quite big, like bigger than cars and certainly much bigger than your meagre frame of flesh and bone, and your little scooter.. Buses are big, heavy and made of metal which is hard, really really hard.
What happened this morning was this.
The bus pulled up at a T intersection in the leftmost lane turning right. So there is 2 lanes both turning right.
The light goes green the bus pulls out commencing the right turn. Little scooter comes up beside the bus on the right hand side.
Just as the scooter noses in front of the us, ridiculous little scooter man pulls in font of the bus and turns left!!! Bus driver man, hits the brakes and somehow manages to not hit ridiculous little scooter man, and having the vantage point I had during the whole thing I have no idea how ridiculous little scooter man didn't become the ridiculously injured or dead guy formerly known as ridiculous little scooter man.
One thing that made me smile was that once it was realised that we wouldn't be seeing the aftermath of bus vs scooter I immediately looked at the driver, his face was a brilliant combination of, anger, relief, fear, and frustration. Then I realised he was trying to turn the corner, glare at ridiculous little scooter man, and find the button for the horn at the same time which he couldn't because it's one of those horns that has 2 little buttons on the steering wheel, and by the time he found it, it was way to late.
Congratulations, ridiculous little scooter man, I estimate your ridiculousness to be within the range of 9 - 9.9 out of 10
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Memories of Ridiculous Conversations
I created
a pro
that procreated
and a con
that concreted
and an un
that uncrated
but then they tried to procreate in a crate that fell and broke on the concrete
it was sad
a pro
that procreated
and a con
that concreted
and an un
that uncrated
but then they tried to procreate in a crate that fell and broke on the concrete
it was sad
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