I did a bleep bloop.

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Check it out, I'll update when it's finished. Made with boyscout http://www.pidelipom.com/boyscout/

I did a song.

Title Pending

I took a walk last night, a mile away from home.

I couldn’t see why I left, but I did not stop.

Opened my eyes this morning, looked through the sheet.

The world was alive out there, but I did not feel.

Time I took a moment, breathed it all in.

Feel my life flow out into the sea.

A mess of strained emotions,

No reason to be.

Empty was my mind, devoid of meaning.

Clench tight my eyes and seal me in.

What was it that you said?

A life needs to be led.

Don’t waste it now,

It’s all that you can do.

What was it that you said?

A life needs to be led.

Take all you can, and just go on through.

Empty was my mind, devoid of meaning.

Clench tight my eyes and shut it out.

Why did I hide from the things I loved, ignored what I had.

But now there’s nothing I can do so I’ll just go on through.

It took a life to find out and now it’s all gone.

No one here to save me, no one here to mourn.

I move, I talk, I breathe, don’t really want to stop.

Going through the motions, never wasting a drop.

I’m doing all I can but is it too late?

I just have to hope that I haven’t sealed my fate.

Empty was my mind, devoid of meaning.

Open up my eyes, free my caged soul.

What was it that you said?

A life needs to be led.

Don’t waste it now, it’s all that you can do.

What was it that you said?

A life needs to be led.

Take all you can and just go on through.

Also, happy birthday to me.

I did a picture.

I thought I better put do something, so here is a picture I drew a long time ago. It was drawn in pencil and coloured with gimp by someone else.

Note the huge eye. That means I am a terrible artist

For your viewing pleasure, a friend of mine.

Combination Bus/Train Soup.

It is my Father's birthday tomorrow, so this afternoon I will be travelling on various forms of public transport for 2 hours. After working 9 hours. Running on 4 hours sleep. Cry for me.

No posts until tomorrow night!

Blogan

I live in a a bad part of town in a city with a bad reputation, a place commonly referred to as Bogan Logan.For those of you who don't know a bogan is the Australian stereotype similar to America's rednecks or Europe's Irish.

Lately the city has been trying to shake itself of this bogan slogan with extensive advertising campaigns listing the wonde

rful things to see in the city. They are off to a bad start when they listed the IKEA shopping facility in the top 5.

There is no real denying that this city is an unsavoury sort of place but many proud citizens are outraged (strangely) at being called uncultured, white-trash, inbred yokels . These people immediately give themselves away as what I like to call closet bogans.

Complete bogans aren't offended because either they don't 

realise they are being insulted or because they don't read the newspaper or understand fully what the colourful pictures on the TV mean. People who know they aren't bogans aren't offended because they would have noticed that the insults aren't directed towards them.

The only people who care are those with the inflated sense of self-worth. They try to pretend to disguise the facts that they aren't bogans by buying trendy clothes and eating exotic foods. What they fail to realise is that 'boganitis' isn't always a result of financial circumstances. However, a misunderstanding of nearly everything around them is always a symptom.

Here is a short list of things closet bogans do to give themselves away:

• Buying a food product because it contains two or more adjectives and thinking they are fancy, when in fact they are getting something ordinary. Example: Bechamel Beef lasagne, Bechamel being the white sauce that is always in lasagne and beef being the most common meat used. You are just buying frozen lasagne, you aren't having authentic Italian food for dinner.
  
• Eating what is commonly considered a fancy food in a uncultured manner. Example: Buying prosciutto, mispronouncing it and asking for it thickly cut of course, and then eating it on some sort of cracker or in a sandwich.
  
• Faking British accents, slipping in out of various regions of the UK more often than a backpacker on crack with a severed head in his bag. Whatever the fuck that means. 
• Making a point of the fact that they don't live in the city centre, but in the outlying suburbs closer to far more fancy and definitely not bogan cites like the Gold Cost or Brisbane, as that definitely makes a huge difference.

To help you ignorant foreigners I have made a map to illustrate the geography of the region.

Legend: 

• Red - Bogans (I live here)
  
• Blue - Closet Bogans 
  
• Dark Green - Trees (or might as well be)
  
• Light Green - Farms, seriously
  
• Yellow - Country Bumpkins
  
• Orange - Reformed Bogans
  
• Pink - City Dwelling Cunts (Yahtzee lives here)
  
• Cyan - Boat owning assholes.
  
• Navy Blue - Surfing fags
  
• Purple - "Let's pretend we live on the Gold Coast" Land.
  

I hope this helps you all feel enlightened.

A blog it would appear.

So I decided to start a blog about everything and nothing which led me to the problem I am currently trying to solve:  What the fuck do I put in the first post?

I asked around and got varied responses, most of them bad.

Outline your blog - Just gay.

Talk about current affairs - Ha ha, no.

Wow the readers with news from the front line of modding - Where the fuck did that come from?

Many other suggestions were made, and there was mention of toe slime, none of which helped. Until I realised I had enough crap that I didn't want to write about that writing about it all would substantiate a decent first post.

And so begins the marvellous and magical journey of self discovery as I search for the perfect first blog post.

Writing a summary of what I was going to write about was immediately a bad idea, as I have no clue as to what I will blog about. Just saying "I will write some shit. Some of it will be legible" is not a good post. 

Discussing current affairs is more of a fall back plan, kind of like an "Oh shit, my life is boring as fuck and no one wants to hear about it, better write about something interesting that happened to someone else."

It's time I did some research, find some popular blog or blog-like entities and analyze their first posts. That seems like an awful lot of work so I'll just half-arse it. Hell, right now considering no-arsing it. 

After studying big name blogs it seems like most big blogs start of with the writers flexing their muscle with catchy lines and promising diamonds of textual pleasure to arrive in the near future. Fuck.

Well I suppose that means I better promise you, the imaginary reader, some content now. So here goes:

 This is Misadventures of a No-Good Do-Nothing, a blog about my favourite pasttime - Doing very little. I'll blog about video games, computers, internet, books, torture, humour, meat handling, immaturity, alchohol, the inevitable collapse of humanity and pretty much anything that comes across my mind with enough force to make it through the 'lazy barrier' and travel to my fingertips.