We Are The Chronologically Challenged Of Today

Because apparently we can't use the word "Youth" any more for fear of hurting kids' feelings, whether they have knives and knuckle-dusters or not.

'It's OK if you hurt my feelings, I'll just hurt your kidneys'

Anyhoo, I just read that Politically Correct/Incorrect/Debatable/Neutral/Who-the-hell-really-cares story and decided to write somewhere about it and figured "Hey... I've got this..."

I've been observing a certain aspect about young people recently, though. Mainly in habits and attitudes and I've pretty much had this whole rant about a certain something circling around in my head for weeks now. I've wanted to put it up here but out of fear of looking like I hate people and looking like I want to make them look bad, I've had cold feet about the whole thing. Having said that, it's just come to my attention that it's extrememly likely that nobody is actually reading this. Hell, I doubt anybody knows this space on the web exists.

Maybe tomorrow then. I'm too tired now and what with the silly season approaching thick and fast now (Remember folks, just another 26 shopping days left before the anniversary of the birth of some magical fellow called Jesus and the death of some musical fellow called James Brown) people, more specifically 'customers', are becoming more and more wrapped up (no pun intended) in their holiday shopping. The consequence of this, more stupidity, more stuff left lying around unwanted, more ignorance and arrogance leading to me doing more work. And I know, work is supposed to be just that, work. But I can't help feeling a little co-operation would be at least showcased at some point.

Ack, just moaning on and on about nothing I can do anything about, I guess. But still, the worst perpetrators tend to be those further on up the chronological scale. I would call them "Old" but out of fear of being considered Politically Incorrect, I'd like to settle for "Youthfully Challenged". Of course, as previously established, we shouldn't really use "Youth" any more and so I therefore have no other alternative but to opt for labelling these folk... (deep breath) "Chronologically Challenged, Challenged". However, much like when two negatives cancel each other out and form a positive, so too do the two 'challenges' neutralise each other. So really, the best way to describe the older generation is "Chronological"... or the very definition of Time itself!

Like I said, nobody's reading this... at least not any more!

Greeeetings from Windows 7!!!

So here it is! Finally, the end to all my pissing and moaning about not having any decent equipment to get on with work of the moving visual kind.

I finally have a funkay computer (which is, like, a step up from "funky") with the capabilities of Windows 7 thrown onto it, with such features as snapping things to the sides, shaking single windows to clear the place up, and some weird cursor glow over active programs in the taskbar... and no, I'm not actually a representative of Microsoft biggin' it up fo' da Windows 7 massive! I just find it quite funky, or funkay as I've already established. But it does run at an impecable speed that if only my Internet connection could keep up I'd be so ecstatic I might as well pop, which would unfortunately cause quite a mess in this little corner of my room where I've set everything up.

....Anyway, with all good things come a downside... the crippling downside of this one being that as of this day I have no edit software on the dang-blasted thing. Still I'm remaining optimistic, despite the fact that it was actually being pessimistic that got me to this point.

See this time last week, in that pathetic excuse for an institute of learning we affectionately call "college" (because let's face it, "pathetic excuse for an institute of learning" just uses too much breath), I was feeling like I was getting nowhere very slowly with three projects to complete within just shy of a month and no discernable way of physically doing them, I needed to take matters into my own hands. Screw saving! Four hundred and eight of my hard-earned pounds went into fuelling the bits and bobs which would eventually become the machine I so affectionately call "Clancy". Over the course of the week a wee bit more was pissed away on my endeavours to get the latest W7 (that's short for "Windows 7" since I can't be bothered typing out "Windows 7" every time... even though I now realise I just typed it twice) and a monitor of sorts so that I can actually view what ol' Clancy's trying to show us.

Pretty much, it's now a Monday on from last Monday and I still feel like I'm getting nowhere slowly with said three projects. Nevertheless, the difference between this week and last is that now I'm confident I'll actually be able to get something done without having to rely on the institute of apparent nothingness.

I am of course exaggerating here. Obviously the college does have suffienct equipment available for its students... just very limited access to it. That is until now, since of course numerous amounts of complaints have finally led to someone making a decision this week into allowing us more access. But I say "too little too late, mere mortals! I've got a Clancy now!"

"Why Clancy?" you may ask, to which I reply with an incoherent "Uh-unno?" accompanied with a jolt of the shoulders and pathetic head tilt.

In other news, certain people have come back into my life, same people have left my life once again, and the world keeps on spinnin'... just like my poor confused brain!!!!!

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So, I've been having a bit of a crisis of Faith as of late. But don't let that keep you from reading this shit.

I've been trying to adopt a new style of writing (or really a more "natural" style of writing to me as you might see from the previous post) mixing rant and rhyme together in a bit of a flowing manner. However, after that first one I seem to be struggling, hence it's not coming to me as naturally as one might hope. And whenever I try to write something funky it turns out to be some sort of self-indulgent rant about some bad thing or another (...take this, for example) with no rhyme or flowing structure at all.

What's more is that my seemingly endless venture into attempting to get some form of magnificent computerised technology with some form of magnificent video editing software capabilities is... well... just that. Seemingly endless.

Basically, I feel like I'm going nowhere slowly and just want something to get done.

They say that patience is a virtue and all good things come to those who wait, but at this rate I'm half-expecting the world handed to me on a plate (Hey! That rhymed a lot... see I can do it when I'm just blagging my blogging). Waiting just seems to wear me down and I'm getting pretty darn tired.

Either that or this tiredness is coming from the coldyness that's been plaguing my throat for the last few days.