This is just a quick blog entry for today. I was wondering if all of you readers of my blog knew that I also write short stories, I don't have many people to read them so I was wondering if any of you would be interested in doing so. Another thing is that my blog seems to have lost some visitors lately and, whereas in the past I was usually getting between fifty and one hundred views a day, now I get between twenty and thirty so I would like to ask if each of you could suggest the blog to somebody else, then if they like it, I will have more views each day. This entry is mainly because I'm feeling a little lazy today and don't want to write a full one, I'll write a proper one tomorrow. Thanks for reading :)
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A few nights ago I had a really strange dream. While I had the dream, it didn't seem strange at all, it was only when I woke up that I realised how weird it was. In the dream my life carried on as usual (for what seemed like quite a while), what made it weird was that I had a really close female best friend who, in real life, didn't actually exist. In this dream this best friend of mine somehow got pregnant (don't look at me, it was purely platonic, you understand) and my dream came to its climax when, due to some reason or another, she had to give birth to the baby from her own house. Then me, and a good number of all my other friends, met up at her house to see the baby.
Then I woke up. My first thought was that I should tell my friend that I had had a strange dream that they had gotten pregnant but then I realised that they had never actually existed. This gave me a very weird feeling, in my dream I had had memories of the years I had known this person and they had been slotted perfectly into my life. I even felt a little sad when I realised that they weren't real, but before long I had forgotten almost everything about this person including their name. I decided to make this into a blog entry as I hope that it is somewhat interesting to read. It shows that a human mind can create an entire person and years’ worth of memories with them all by itself. It makes you wonder, why would it do that? It also says something philosophically interesting about memories. If you, your memories and other people's memories of you had spontaneously come into existence just yesterday how would anybody know? How can you even be sure it didn't happen? Rather than my original plan for today (which was originally what was going to be posted tomorrow) I've decided to write about the riots that have been breaking out due to that man having been unfortunately shot. I've heard from an unreliable source (people on Facebook) that these riots will be breaking out in Bath too. Bath is very close to me and as the majority of readers of this blog are (I'm assuming) made up of friends and possibly friends of friends there's a slim chance that somebody reading this may be tempted to join in with those riots. If this is the case I would like to say please don't involve yourself with it.
These riots seem to me to be very stupid. The brother of the killed man has said he is unhappy with them so what are they achieving by doing this other than destroying things? It would have been far better if they had protested (if that's the right term) by having a sponsored sit in outside the police station, with enough sponsors they could have raised quite a lot of money, this money could then have been given to the grieving family in order to give them a small consolation for their loss. Riots will rarely achieve anything and honestly seem just to be an excuse for violence or looting... I was writing today's entry when my computer suddenly crashed and I lost all that I had written. I had practically finished writing it too, so I was very disappointed when I lost it. I don't really want to rewrite it all again right now, so today this will be the only post. Tomorrow I'll rewrite the entry that should have been up today; it was about dreams and memory (hopefully it was quite interesting too).
I saw a cool thing on the internet yesterday: a row of pictures of somebody in the same pose but wearing a different outfit in each picture. I thought I could easily rip it off and make a blog entry out of it so that's exactly what I did and it only took a couple of minutes! Mainly this blog entry is just filler before I get another better idea for an entry, but it's also a reminder to my readers that if you want an entry about you, or for me to make an illustration of you, I'm happy to do it! :)
I hope that, by this point, it is clear that when I say 'ChatRoulette' I'm using it as an umbrella term for all random chat sites on the internet. Anyway, here are two more anecdotes about people I met on there and then a little summary of what I think of the general ChatRoulette experience.
One time I went onto the site without a webcam and started chatting to a friendly old man. Now, I know what you're thinking: 'An old man on ChatRoulette? He must surely be some kind of pervert!' but you're wrong. He was perfectly friendly and likeable and didn't once take off his clothes. But after about ten minutes, our little online friendship quickly collapsed: Old Man: So why can't I see your face? I like to see who I'm talking to. Me: Ah, well my webcam's broken. It's built into the laptop, but the laptop says it isn’t plugged in somehow... Old Man: It's a little strange that you would go on a random chat site without a working webcam? Me: Darn. Well sorry about that. Old Man: In my experience, people who don't go on webcam usually have something to hide... Me: Oh, well you can trust me :) I have nothing to hide. Just happily sat in my room doing nothing. Old Man: Well I don't trust you... You're just the same as all those naked perverts *disconnects* I felt a little bad about having annoyed him but thought nothing of it while I went on to chat with some new people. Then, a month or two later, I was on ChatRoulette again and able to go on camera due to a friend lending me theirs and who should come up but that friendly old man! "Hey! I've spoken to you before," I started to type; "you got annoyed that I wasn't on camera because you thought I was secretly a pervert but I'm not! Now you can actually-" he disconnected before I could finished typing... Now this next story is the very first weird thing that ever happened to me on these sites, I suppose I should have taken that as a signal to never use them again. I had a great shock when the view of the other person's webcam showed two naked girls, roughly the same age as me, sitting side by side. Not wanting to handle an awkward situation I moved to click disconnect, but before I could they had already written 'Hello'. I decided that I would talk to them, hopefully it wouldn't go too badly... Me: Hello. Girls: So, want to see us do stuff? Me: Ah sheesh, nah I'm fine. I'd actually rather talk to you with your clothes on if you don't mind. Girls: (Don't type anything, but both pull angry faces and then disconnect). Now this'll be the last entry about ChatRoulette sites as I haven't been on any in several months and don't plan on going on again anytime soon. But to any readers of my blog who have never tried it before, I would suggest you never do. I think the many perverted people on there genuinely believe that the sites are designed for sex related pastimes. That’s why they get so annoyed when you don't want to participate in their sexual plans, for their point of view it's just the same as somebody who likes to ride on swings in the park walking into a swingers club and then being grossed out by what they're doing. Only in reverse. But the innocently misguided sexual participants aren't the only downside to ChatRoulette; there is another very large downside that I haven't mentioned yet. When I used to go on these sites I would generally try and talk to a lot of people always starting by just writing 'Hello.' The majority of people would just disconnect from their chat with me right away. That, I think, is incredibly rude. If somebody came up to you in person and started talking would you ignore them? Or if somebody text you would you ignore it? No. It's the thing I really dislike about this site, the lack of respect for other people that pretty much everyone on there has. I spoke even to the naked perverts who started talking to me, because it's just plain rude to ignore somebody. Nakedness may be gross, but rudeness is insulting. About a month ago I went out for a nice meal with my good friend Laura at The Hungry Horse (it's so good there!). It was all very nice and everything (well, I suppose she did spill orange juice, one of my least favourite drinks, onto my food... But it was a minor problem!) The pair of us wandered out (after having eaten and paid... obviously) and when you got outside Laura was laughing. I asked her what was so funny and she said "Did you not see that woman in there with the really crazy hair?" I told her I hadn't (because I hadn't) and decided I would go back inside quickly in order to see this crazy looking woman because I thought she must look very funny.
Obviously, going into a building just to stare at a crazy looking person is something that'll make you look a bit weird. My solution to the problem was to really casually go in, quickly glance about (as if, for example, I was looking around to check if I had dropped anything when I left) and while I did so I could get a look at the woman with a crazy hair. Unfortunately for me, my plan to subtly observe this woman did not work so well in practise. I had thought that when I came back in, the crazy hair lady would stand out and I'd be able to see her instantly, but when I actually came in I couldn't see her at all. I stood in the same spot scanning the room, awkwardly looking around for the woman. Then I saw her. Now her hair was kind of crazy and funny looking, but that's not the main reason for this blog entry, that would just be rude. When I spotted her, I didn't just see her, the two of us ended up making eye contact and for a full two or three seconds we stared into each other. She had an angry expression on her face; she knew why I was looking at her... It was if I had visited a freak show and laughed at a funny looking 'freak' in a cage and they had responded by saying "I'm part of this freak show because I'm low on money. I can't help the way I look, the real freak here is you. You with your notions of normality who feels he can judge others" so all I could do was hang my head in shame and head back outside to Laura. About two years ago, my friend Ben Wood made a short zombie film. The story was that a scientist did a test on a teenager (trying to do something or another to him) but accidentally transformed him into a zombie. The zombie (and the scientist) escape from the lab and all kinds of crazy things happen next. This short film features Ben Wood, Dalfino and Elliott Egan (all people who are regularly included in the anecdotes of this blog) and I also play a small role. If you've never seen it before, I suggest that you watch it now, I'm sure it'll amuse you. If you've already seen it, this just gives you an excuse to see it again; I doubt that you'll have seen it recently. Here it is: I apologise for this entry being posted after midnight again. In my defence, writing a fresh post every day is very hard to do! Especially if they're all supposed to be interesting and good!
Anywho, one of the things that was put into my suggestion box was that I write more about the time I went clubbing. I'll just give you a quick anecdote about the drunken adventures of my friend Elliott Egan and I shortly after the events of the post 'Toilet'. As you'll know if you read it, he was very dangerously drunk, not safe to be left alone. But unfortunately he escaped from me and ran off to pee somewhere far away. As I watched him run away I couldn't help but worry that he'd jump down the twenty to thirty foot drop a little further along and not have somebody to restrain him. Luckily, he didn't jump over and was able to find a secluded area to urinate, though on the downside he did vomit over the wall and down the drop to where some people were happily sitting and enjoying the night. But to look on the bright side again, the vomit didn't land on them, it only landed near them, so they could just have moved. When he finally got back to me he said "I'm just going to head down there to that burger stand and get a burger!" he ran off again. About half an hour later I looked around the corner to see this burger stand, my logic being that he'd been gone half an hour and I highly doubted that it would have many customers are 2:30 a.m. Unfortunately, around the corner there was no burger stand in site, which was somewhat alarming considering the state he was in. I mentioned it to a few people; nobody seemed to know of any burger stand, until finally somebody told me that there was one not that far away. (Incidentally, while I was asking people about it I met two people. One of whom kept talking about paedophiles). Eventually, Egan returned, holding a bag with a burger in it. However, for Egan there was some confusion as to the contents of the bag as he kept insisting that it was a bag of chips, while everybody else could see that it was a bag with a burger in it. Egan then tried to eat it as if it were a bag of chips, resulting in the burger falling, totally uneaten, to the floor. Egan then decided to fulfil another desire of his and went to talk to some females and as you can tell from this entry, his drunken seduction skills didn't bring him much success. But I won't go into details... At least not in this post. The same suggestion that asked me to write more about the time I went to the clubs also asked me whether I would go again. To answer the question I would say that I will go again, it's good thing to do to collect stories for my blog and it is nice to get to socialise with all the people who go (even if I don't particularly like meeting up in big crowds). It's been very hot lately, and that means that it is also very hard to get to sleep. Quite often I have spent hours trying to find a position in my bed which is both relatively cool and relatively comfortable. However, luckily for me, last night I had one of those nights where you're very tired and, no matter what, can easily drop off to sleep.
I was literally second away from being asleep, I could feel myself going. But I was abruptly brought back into being fully awake by the buzzing noise of a fly. A fly that was very close by. I waved my hand around and the buzzing stopped. I assumed I had heard the last of it. I then tried, for quite some time to find a position that I would be able to sleep in. Eventually I found one, and was happy that I could now start going to sleep again. Then the fly started buzzing again. But, first, let me please explain the way that this fly buzzed; when you imagine a general fly buzz you imagine something that isn't really all that bad right? But this fly didn't buzz like a regular fly. If you imagine that a fly's buzz is its voice, then the way that this fly sounded was the way that a fly's voice would sound if it were whining. It sounded almost like the stock sound effect of a fly that you'd hear on a bad sitcom that has silly scenes with flies because it isn't very well written. The anticipation that the fly would make another irritating buzz kept me up, literally, for another hour. But in that time it didn't buzz! Horray! It must have left my room; why else would it be silent for over an hour? So I found a comfortable position and was just falling down into sleep again, just as I had been before the fly first woke me up. Any second I would be asleep... Then the fly started its whiny buzz again. The whole process repeated. |
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