Andy's Log, Star Date: 05/01/2009.
This is incredible, right now I am writing from the International Space Station called the "International Space Station". There you go, clearly not spending ANY of those tasty billions on brand development. Fellas, I've made this computer and I call it "com-pu-ter", it was followed quickly by "Computer 2: This Time It's Personal...Com-pu-ter."
The new year has provided a bounty of joyous-pleasured-happied-pickled wonderment. Sorry if you feel I'm understating it, but I just don't feel like blowing it all out of proportion. ANYWAYS...the new daily system has been working all swell like. I've kept to the daily walk and the daily readings, in fact reading has taken up quite a lot of my time, so much so that I have to shake my head at Israel..."Shame, shame." The blog writing has been a bit difficult as I will explain in a moment and the job hunting is not so easy either because there just aren't that many jobs in part-time Data Entry at the moment being offered. I'll have to go out for a resume drop soon, I'm not making excuses I promise.
As for the blogging, it's more your fault than mine that nothing has been written. Tsk tsk. You see I'm only interested in providing the best reading material, the type of written text so good that you completely forget you're on the toilet until your legs go numb. I want to write about the many things I read about, but I'm fairly sure the articles of which I've read are far more informed than I could be right now. It would actually be better for you if I just provided links to the articles. But it is of no matter since I have no interest in being a purveyor of current events. No, I don't want to inform or gossip, I want to give my detailed, in depth opinion when I have it, problem being that my current writing/thinking process looks like this:
read article => think about ideas from article => develop opinion => over think article & opinion => sit down to write => can't write because I've thought too much about it that I'm just not that interested anymore.
It's not the greatest habit to get into. Tonight I decided to a) write whatever comes to mind for this journal and b) choose one of today's topics of interest to discuss at On Earth, which I'll be writing momentarily. It's important to both myself and the fragile fabric of space and time that I perfect my writing style and my ability to develop and submit my opinions well. I think it's important to you too, be honest.
Well I'll get on to that. But first, exciting news not related to me but to someone who shares both my surname and living quarters. My brother who prefers to be known as Pixel on the Intertubes was selected for a special programing project in conjunction with QUT and the Game On exhibit I've mentioned in the past. Him and a few other computer-types have six weeks to design and develop a fully functional video game. He's explained part of it to me, but I fear trying to re-explain it would end in some awful game of Chinese whispers. Fortunately there is a website...right here. I particularly enjoy the live web cam, he can go to work, I can stare at him at work and we can both discuss how our day's went come evening. Perfect. Seriously though I'm very excited about this and may have to live vicariously through his nerdish conquests for a while. Unless my next few weeks are more exciting...maybe!
Okay, you've been patient enough. I'm going to reveal to you my plan of mass distraction!!! Starting this week I'm going to improve the quality of my opinions by spending librarying my arse off. I'll sophisticate my speaks, smarten my talks, make it worth while to read through me texts. Please leave ample time for your nails to grow so you have plenty to chew nervously in the mean time. Ohh and measure the edge of your seat so you know exactly where to sit next time I get around to writing. Blah blah blah...I've got another post to write so, see ya! Here is the ever so tense trailer to that Game On project, brother not in video...but soon my gentle voyeurs...soon.
Andy Scott


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