Gothams over dependence.

I employed the artistic talents of my good friend and band-mate Fraser for this accurate representation of how molly coddled Commissioner Gordon from the Batman franchise is. (If you don't know who Commissioner Gordon is you probably need to stay in more)

For more Poke fun making, sneaky grins and humour that doesn't have that strange earthy taste visit Fraser's blog over at :  http://mindhummus.blogspot.com/

ME!

I decided this post would be a little more about me why I started this blog and what it's for.

I'm Dan, Yes you probably knew that. I'm 25 I've been married for 5 years (6 in June) to a wonderful enduring wife, Becky. I am not neuro-typical, I'm generally described as weird and I embrace it.
I tend to think too much about life and like to keep it simple and honest, I think people make life difficult for themselves too often by complicating little things like "how many x's did he put on the end of the text he sent you?" and "well I won't say sorry until they do". Life is hard enough with work, illness and family to worry about things you have no control over and as for not saying sorry WHY NOT? admitting mistakes and encouraging peace make you a much better person and by far more in control over situations then anyone else.
Life is about self respect not self esteem, yes there is a difference. You earn self respect through action, self esteem is what you expect others to think of you, which as I mentioned before you have no control over.

This blog is dedicated to the little things I notice which I think don't seem to make sense in life and yes I will be moaning so more (with some silly posts in-between) I hope you have enjoyed it so far and continue to do so.


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What does Life mean to you?

Alien a nation

For the first few weeks I found it a little difficult to settle into my new workplace, Its Nothing to do with the actual work more to do with people. PEOPLE are difficult. The difficulties arose more in the break-room.
I am not used to keeping my mouth shut I like to be honest and make sure people know exactly where I stand on issues. One particular situation reared up when I revealed to co-workers I don't watch T.V "But.. I couldn't live without Television! What do you do?" One colleague retorted, I replied that that reaction is common and it almost seems like an addiction, I may point out that here ends the politeness and logic of the conversation.
This simple comment had upset everyone in the room, One colleague stormed out with the phrase "Alcohol and Drugs are addictions!" followed by another co-worker sprouting the unwittingly reinforcing statement "Saying T.V is an addiction is like saying drinking water and eating food is an addiction"
The end statement screamed out to me like a lonely Mars bar left on a bench still in its wrapper and once again I couldn't contain my disbelief "Are you comparing T.V to a fundamental necessity for human life?"
I didn't get answer, nor win any friends. Back to the Internets for me.

Hazey New Year

Ok so I have Sciatica, It painful. It is not fun. Actually scrap that it IS fun, well the painkillers are anyway. They put me into a daze which is nice for relaxing and pain relief but not so good when my work manager wants to do a performance review (I just marked myself down as excellent, seemed to work too). Another problem is while I still have the general opinion that idiocy reigns free over the world I can't articulate myself well enough to reason what is actually annoying me. henceforth most of the holiday period and the start of this week has been spent in a state of quiet mild annoyance and listlessness, so goodbye any hope of creativity.
so today, Im an idiot.

First Voice Post

Experts Guide to Idiocy First Post by Expertsguidetoidiocy

Bad for Nothing.

Becky surprised me last Thursday with some tickets to see the band 'Yellowcard!' It was brilliant, we took the train to London earlier in the day so we could have a walk around, I met a sole busker playing a Djemebe

oooh your the sweetness

I listened to him play for a while and readied some change for his hat, as I was placing the money I started chatting to him about the drum explaining I had one at home though not as big as his (yes I had djemebe envy) and he asked if I would like to play it, I honestly couldn't even try to turn him down and with the exception of the gig it was the greatest moment of my week. This is why I love the busking community no airs, no graces, just music that you could actually join in with if you wanted. And so it leads me to the gig, or more pointedly one of the supporting acts : 'The Wonder Years' don't get me wrong I have respect for their ability to play instruments and musical talent but, they are Idiots, here's why :

Lead Singer : OK this song is about when the world expects something from you, but you don't have it in you to do it! Lets rock!

Teenage Fan-boys : WOW he knows exactly how we feel!

WHAT? what on earth does that even mean? You can't live up to expectations? Your not good enough to even try? 

Basically the whole message of this song is "I have no ability" thats depressing, and if it truely is the case you only have yourself to blame.

Lazy Bums

If you say 'gullible' slowly, it sounds like 'oranges'...

As a small child I was a rather rambunctious, not a problem child, just full of energy and very active. My brother and I were obsessed with the movie "Home Alone" we would spend hours trying to simulate the 'traps'.

One particular solo attempt was me tying one end of a string of wool to the curtain rail and the other to the bottom of the welsh dresser, standing on a chair armed with a coat hanger I prepared for my descent.
At that minute my uncle walked into the room with a puzzled look "does your Dad let you do that?" He quizzed. "....yes" I hurriedly replied. So he, shrugged and WALKED AWAY! I couldn't belive my luck, fortunately I realised the tautness of the wool wouldn't hold my weight and I abandoned the project.
As pleased as I was at the time I can't help but shake my head in disbelief now when I think back.
So I put the question to you :

What crazy things did you get away with as a kid?