My, it's been a while. I have broken my habit of posting 3 a month, it would seem. No matter. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Generic niceties to one and all. My reason for not posting is that I have been somewhat preoccupied by getting ready to spend a few months in America. It has taken more out of me than I thought it would. It didn't help that I had to do quite a bit of chasing about my finances, as the ever-helpful Sefton Council decided that it was not fantastically important that I have the means to live in a house come one fortnight's time. I applied for my finance, as one does, but for one reason or another, my application went to Darlington. I don't even know where that is. Now fair enough, this was not the fault of the Council here, but they were so half-assed about the whole thing I could feel them giving me the finger as they spoke to me on the phone. They told my uni that they had no means of contact with their central office and that it was my uni's fault for not giving them the right papers. Or something. I phased out half way through the whole thing. Fortunately, the situation is ameliorated now.
As I was once a child, I have a good few childhood memories. Some of them are of places, some of items, some of TV programs. It is the latter that I am finding a bit challenging as of late. The changing theme music to Fireman Sam, the changing theme music and narration of Pingu. One thing that has changed most of all is Postman Pat. Now I haven't had time to watch a lot of this program, but what I have seen is disappointing. See, they have taken the changing-the-theme music angle. They have also changed the opening animation. They have also changed the style of animation and EVERYTHING ELSE ABOUT THE PROGRAM. It looks like good old stop-time animation is out of the window in lieu of the easier, quicker and more mass-produce..ier computer-aided animations. Postman Pat has a child. There are new, politically-correct characters throughout. I hate talking about this because I always end up thinking I'm a bit chavvy-blinging-Daily Mail-reading-esque. It just annoys me that Political Correctness has become what it has. Going out of our way to make sure we don't offend anyone, lest we get an angry letter.
This part of the blog is opening up a large can o' worms and hasn't really gone anywhere in particular so, like a gangrenous hand, I shall cut it off, only to be haunted by its loss later on when I need to scratch myself.
I like creating clips in my head of memories that other people may have had. Or making memories and reliving bits of my childhood, á la The Butterfly Effect. (I know the accent on that 'a' is the wrong way round, but I couldn't find the right one. Deal with it).
Putting things together to make makeshift memories from someone else's point of view of you, if you get that. If you look at people living today, your life experience will have given you the views and angles to be able to superimpose them on the people you see. If you see someone crossing the road, you apply your knowledge and memories of crossing any road and you'll be able to see what they see. Same goes for talking to someone, looking at something, eating something. You have the viewpoint to cover what anyone is seeing.
Try it sometime. (I hope it's not just my imagination. I'm not crazy).
I thought it was common knowledge that we die because our cells lose the ability to regenerate. I honestly did. I thought it was a given. I read it in the paper a while ago. It turns out that it was not, in fact, common knowledge. Sometimes I should speak more; make people aware of my underlying genius.
Well. That's all for now. I am very tired, as you can probably tell. Once I am refreshed and have had enough sleep, I shall probably look back at this blog and come to the slow realisation that I may have made a big mistake.
Oh well.
At least it means I'd have had some sleep.
Stick around. It gets better.
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