Failure to re-launch

Lack of motivation drives almost all of us to a complete stop more than a few times during the course of each year. After suffering an extended period of "can't be fuckedness" I asked myself a question. What would happen to my life if I neglected to surface? And more alarming still will there ever be a time in my existence where I decide enough is enough and opt out?

After some not so careful consideration I concluded that one of these things will happen...

• Mort: Lack of motivation in it's purest of forms must somewhere include death. Whether it be due to ill health or suicide.
  
• Fat(ter): If you were as unimpressed by yourself as I have felt recently you would understand how much comfort can be gained from eating.
• Idiocy: It's a little known fact that going on holiday makes you less intellectually adherent. If you were to completely disengage your brain for an extended period of time then you become less and less able to hold information and become a mong.
• Hippy: You could become disenfrancised by life so much you decide to campaign for plant rights and eat fucking lentils and shit.
  

The wider your knowledge + the more lateral/deeper your thinking = the more creative your solution.

Or Alternatively, the wider you search for plagiarism + the more you want to please your lecturers = the more derivative your solution.

I'm pretty certain, although I can't be certain because I'm too lazy to double check, but I'm more or less sure that the content of my blog thus far contains little actual complaining. Well perhaps a little in a generality sort of way, fucking hell I should have done my research before I started writing this. Fuck off, right I don't want to make this blog into one of the many blogs that are deliberately written to provoke sympathy with regard to the present situation of the author's 'feelings' or any such soft shite like that.

However, the big red bit of this post appeared recently on my briefing for my newest University project. Now maybe I'm just a bit too old in the tooth (I'm 26 tomorrow) for such blatant Americanized [sic] fucking buzz-word twattery; Nevertheless, If you happen to have read this and agreed with my statement I implore to laden me with your sympathy because this is the kind of idle slush I find myself wading through most everyday.

On a fun note, my spell checker pulled me up on spelling americanised with a 'z'. Not because of the spelling mistake, but because I'd forgotten to capitalise the A. That might or might not have made my point for me.

Get well soon Aiden.

Pub Conversations About God (Delete as applicable)

"I tell you how I know God exists/doesn't exist, third world famine. I mean, if he did/didn't exist why would he take action to cull an already over populated world/let people die needlessly? And whilst were at it Muslim extremists/the feeding of the five thousand. Somebody is taking the piss surely why would someone become a suicide bomber/turn up for a day out without a packed lunch? They deserve to go to Hell/ go hungry, if you ask me they're all crazy/crazy."

Got?

Anyone with anything prefers having something to having nothing. The debatable value of something has to be greater than the negative effects of possession.

In effect there is a limited amount of enjoyment to be had from having on your person a home gym. However, although the liquid filled plastic capsules may offer resistance training, you will of course soon realise you're a right fat fuck. All the reps in numeric existence wouldn't mask the fact that you didn't actually acquire the homegym because you thought it'd make for a more effective workout. You acquired because you hate yourself, and now the very existence of the thing serves only to mock you.

Fucking Windows '98.

I am a beautiful and unique snowflake.

Do you embrace your negatives? If it is possible to be content would it therefore be possible to not include the side of your persona you are most ashamed of?

Reality, is it a noun, a verb/adverb or an adjective? The only thing I can really be sure of is that it has to be superlative in whichever context it is used. So given that reality has some feature to it that is greater than anything that can be put before or after it, wouldn't denial be post, post reality? Does this in turn suggest that in reality anyone who claims contentment is actually post, post reality? and as a result is in denial with regards to the present?

Do I embrace the reality? Do I accept reality? Because, as far as I understand it reality is discontentment. Ergo unhappiness. I should expect that my present conclusion has been drawn from the combination of Red Stripe, Jim Beam and Sertraline I consumed in recent hours, however I feel less inclined to dwell on it now.

I bhogut tihs book the oehtr day. Its claled "The Art of Lokonig Sdweiyas".

And I'll tell you what, it's pretty massive you know (533 pages in fact), like a fucking doorstop or something. Every time I look at the thing I feel slightly more confident in my choice of inspirational reference. That being said I probably wouldn't have mentioned it if it's cover didn't fit in with my layout so nicely.

Alan Fletcher is the author, he died a couple of years ago I reckon. He kept good company though hanging around with Colin Forbes and Bob Gill. The book itself might have been Fletchers swan song, but it incorporates work from throughout his extensive career, so I guess it'd be fairer to say it is his life work, his effigy I reckon. Irregardless of dead designers and sentimental bollocks; the book is unlike anything I've ever seen, every page is removed from its predeccesor. The grids are faultless enough to satisfy the format nazis without ever compromising on sporadic, anarchic twists and details.

I'm probably going to look into making a book. Either that or get fuckfaced this weekend. Ah fuck it I'll get pissed.

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Do you use your lateral mind? I'd like to think outside the box but I'm a bit worried a tramp might have had a wee in it, or worse! Lateral thinking is tough for some people, I read that determining it can depend on which side of the brain you use. I don't even know if there's some way to train yourself to use the other side of your brain. I'll bet Dr Kawashima would know.