Buffini's Blog

Its a terrible thing. Why can’t we get our mucus glands removed? I ask you… in this day and age should I really have to sit on my couch smoothering with a head cold, completely unable to breathe?

A load of pox is what its. Bah and most definitely Humbug.

Image via WikipediaSo here we goes, a test to see how well the train of thought can handle a very large black coffee first thing in the morning with no effort at censoring the brain diarrhea. Mmmm lovely words.
This morning I’m attempting to build stuff, which can get on your nerves pretty quick when each build process takes about an hour, and its someone else’s code your building so you got no guarantee it’ll actually work, gah people, so sitting around waiting for stuff to finish gets real old real fast.
On my right I can see Zemanta is pulling all sorts of strange images and related monkey poo, its funny cos the stuff its coming up with is just as disjointed as the gibberish I’m writing. Read an interesting comic there yesterday, “Death – the time of your life” by Neil Gaiman, gives a quick insight into the life of a gay singer and her lover, and what happens to them and their friends when Death, portrayed in this case by a teenage girl (I think), or a gothette as described in the book. Pictures of Mr. Gaiman in various states of rough looking-ness have now appeared. I wish I could get away with writing stuff and looking like that all day. Sweeeeeeet….

Was also reading stuff on lucid dreaming, something I’ve long been interested in. Imagine being in a really cool dream and being able to take control of it, going on a wild rampage through the solar system, trying to make the sun go nova. Actually there’s an interesting thought, if you could take control of your dreams and do anything you wanted, in an environment where there can be no consequences, what would you do? Would you go on a murderous rampage, slaughtering millions for the hell of it? Imagine yourself to be a giant zeppelin, possibly made of lead, that farts its toxic wayt through the sky causing untold disasters? Or would the fantasies be…. naughtier? Untriguing….

Damn caffeine and its wearing off-ness.

So lets say the new iPhone launched on Tuesday, that being two days ago, by the way if I was an early adopter I would probably be WHOPPINGLY pissed at Apple right about now, and you’ve decided you can’t live without one, and like me are too cheap to sign up for a long and expensive contract to get one, just how long do you think it will take the new beasties to appear on eBay? A swim sounds good right about now actually.

Clever lad that I am I managed to bust my glasses last Friday, and (should’ve gone to SpecSavers) had no spare pair to tide me over. I’m quite lucky in that my prescription is pretty light, so I really only need them for computer work. On the downside I’m a Software Engineer so computer work accounts for approximately 9 hours of my day. Went to SpecSavers on Tuesday and got a new pair, two actually, substantially stronger and sturdier than the last ones, so hopefully the ear piece coming off in my hand wont be such a problem.

Something else I was about to write has just disappeared.

Came across “The Lives of Others” group blog there recently thanks to a friends page (Prototype of a Person) and its a really interesting blog, a fascinating project. Obviously one of the appeals of the web is anonymity and the ability to say what you normally couldn’t, but with this one there’s got to be an element of group think kicking in at some point? If people are posting regularly to this thing, is it possible that the tone and content of the posts will begin to influence each other so that the blogs will become more and more similar so that the many becomes the one? Will each poster be able to maintain their individuality or just become part of the gestalt?

I’d love a really good speech to text interpreter so I could spew this stuff out nice and fast and top of the head instead of having to slow down and do it all through the irritation of the keyboard. A neural interface would be good too.

Comics Rock. Redshirts are expendable. Buy low.

My brain hurts now.