Thursday 25 February 2010

private mines

Where's the link? Somebody warmed up London so the sweat started flowing. And then came the rain. And then the talks. Darknet.

But a server of your own to dish stuff out instead of things like Blogger? Curious.

Friday 5 February 2010

The mission begins

Boom! The mission is rolling, my photo's on it and it says it all, and when you get down reading that wall you see words that tell it all, they fall and leave the reader in awe, with the double kiss sign-off you know that I'm standing tall, writing this phrase like there's some sort of beat to it, sitting here typing as dull as the streets unite, I stop, delete, rewrite with might.

The spacebar's gone and it's annoying my mind, the thumb has to find a better place, the right hand can't be used, anymore, so I'm training my left hand to do the typing, but it's clear that I'm a right-handed spacebar pusher, because when I try to use my left thumb to hammer out the keys, it feels really strange... It's totally slowed me down and made me concentrate more on where the keys are on the board. I've used computers for so long that I've learned the keyboard well, but playing left handed is a difficult thing to do when you've been used to your right hand all your life. Nevertheless, my spacebar got wrecked when I took my MacBook Air to be repaired. And that is why I must now learn to use my left hand. It's an unpleasant position for the left hand to be in. The thumb is curled to the left, whereas when using the right thumb, it remains straight.

Difficult descriptions are the order of the mission. Hoods up, marching in, grown man on in the mad gymasium rush. It's gonna be a mad one.