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| Batman seems to be my go-to-guy for moodiness. I suppose I liken myself to a surly vigilante... Well at least as far as the temperament and externally worn underwear are concerned. |
It must be that time again, time to make a difference. I
don’t mean that in the vague hypothetical sense, or as the opening line to a
lofty and righteously awesome facebook campaign dedicated towards raising
enough money to replace all my threadbare underwear. And between you, me and
the gate post, that’s something that seriously needs to get done. Nope, believe
it or not, I’m actually being serious. The clock has struck midnight, the wee
hours are advancing and only the grimmest of men remain to hold them at bay.
Its not until the day is gone that I ever seem to reflect on how I should have spent it. This is the time of the difference maker.
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| Who the hell needs Marmite? |
Or maybe it’s the time of the guilt
ridden graduate? That burly, recently youthful, dubiously motivated budding
journalist who has wandered out into the kitchen for another few slices of
Vogel’s and happens to glance through the shutters and out into the inky
darkness. He pauses and scowls, crinkling his brow into a familiarly furrowed
expression, the sort that he is guaranteed to regret later in his not so golden
years when he his face looks like a football pitch after match day. The darkness speaks volumes and it reeks of another day wasted on League
of Legends and reddit, two media items of pervasively unparalleled addiction. Its
pitch black out there, darker than the coal that he was once forced to analyse in a backwater laboratory and thicker than the Promite he was about to lather across his now cold toast.
He’s wracked with guilt, or maybe that’s just hunger. It’s been so long since
his last few slices of toast after all. He shakes his head, and mans-up with
the sort of masculine, no nonsense resolve which has tricked him into
growing horrendously unkempt facial hair all too often in the past. Him and I know the
score. Tomorrow will be different. There's gonna be some serious changes. And just like that we delude ourselves with the same self indulging bullshit that justifies everyday that gets spent wandering in a zombie trance through the Fields of Justice. Maybe a list will be the reminder we need...
- Write more. If that means smaller blogs and less rambling, then that'll have to do. The small part, not so much the rambling.
- Write more. Consign oneself to playing indie games and reviewing them instead of shelling out an entire weekly food allowance on a recent big title release. That's not such a big compromise. Hell, beggars can’t be choosers/Vogel’s connoisseurs.
- On that note, play indie games. Play any games other than League of Legends! There's nothing wrong with binging on a game when there will be an eventual conclusion to the narrative or skill rewarding pay off, but LoL is just an online form of masochism, hidden behind the clever guise of a MOBA. It's a love hate relationship in every sense of the term.
- Write more. Harry Potter fan fiction is really popular right? Make sure you feature plenty of homoerotic tension between Harry and Ron.
- Run more. A lot of people hate working out, but running is fun. The loneliness of the long distance runner and all of that carry on.
So yeah, run for fun, write more stuff, and disregard
bitches - acquire Vogel’s. I know, I know... Stick to the
gaming editorials and the fan fiction Jim…
