Unusual thought processes

Every so often my mind mulls things over. It’s mostly nonsense really. But every so often it’ll come up with something particularly unusual. So while out for a bimble this evening, I find a new train of thought emerging while I just stare up at the stars and let my thoughts freewheel.

“I feel that my mind is a bit like a compost heap. It’s untidy, usually tucked out of sight and mostly filled with rubbish. But every so often, once in a while, some one will come along and take a bit of it home with them. And from that, beautiful things will grow.”

I can live with that 🙂

Unlucky for some

Now this might be begging for trouble.

Friday the 13th Today is Friday the 13th.

But what is the big deal? This year I decided that I was going to try and give up superstition. After all what do magpie’s know about what is going to happen in the future. Or  how does staring up into the sky and uttering a desire to a humungous hydrogen reactor actually make it manifest? Walk along a path, no worries. Put a ladder there and it’s bad Karma. But take away the ladder and spell is broken? Broken mirrors? Accidents happen for crying out loud. And then the weirdness concerning black cats. UK side of the Atlantic, good luck. USA side, bad luck. WTF!? So today is the 13th day of the month. And it’s a Friday. And?

On very loose grounds of science I purchased a lotto ticket. I’m yet to win anything on the Premium Bonds I brought 7 years ago. So I know my luck is purely chance. Yet it’s fascinating that the default state for the human condition is that of hope. Of optometrist thinking. Although it’s been a long week, and not a particularly good one. And next week is really going to suck balls deluxe. So that will be a test of positive thinking. Strewth I’ve had a grump on some nights this week. Take that program on Sky at the moment, Touch. All kinds of good. I think it’s the guy who was involved with Heroes. But that sodding kid. GRRR! I thought Newt from Aliens 2 was annoying. But that mute brat from Touch has just taken the award for character that is most likely going to make you arise from your chair like a vengeful dime-God and punch the TV. And breath and relax. At least I’ve got a weekend off to relax and unwind before next week arrives to continue the process of dissolving my soul.

Good luck everybody.

Chocolate for breakfast

Bank holidays are strange things. It’s a working day with the feel of a weekend day, typically a Sunday. It may go some way to explaining why I felt that chocolate for breakfast was a good idea. Galaxy Caramel, very naughty. Very naughty indeed. So after a peculiar start to the day, all that I had to do work wise was travel to a retail site just out side of Hereford and get one of their tills back on the network. Which in turn was achieved by plugging the network cable back in to the network card. So I’m a little confused as to why it said the cables had been checked in the fault text. Never mind. I’m sure there is a perfectly logical explanation. An interesting start to the week.