Saturday, January 17, 2009

bogart

Too long, world.

At this very moment I'm watching a black and white Humphrey Bogart movie with the sound right down and Pyramid Song by Radiohead playing over the top. Thom Yorke sings "It was nothing to fear, nothing at all" and Bogart kisses the dame. The music builds momentum, tensions build and Bogart drives off... no, I can't describe this well enough. Do it yourself.

It's been a while since I've written much, and I've had the urge for a few days. It's a bit challenging to type at the moment, coz I've only got the use of one of my little fingers. The finger I normally use for the Shift key was taken out of action on Thursday in a commando roll incident. Something stabbed into it mid-roll, which I promptly removed and threw away before ascertaining the nature of it, but not before some kind of toxin was introduced to my gentle white city boy flesh. It's now swollen, pink and bandaged; I'm taking antibiotics and have had a tetanus shot. All from one stinking poorly-executed commando roll.

Wow, a silhouette leaves an injured man in an alleyway as You and Whose Army? draws to a close.

I'm a day's work away from driving buses unsupervised. With my as-yet-limited experience, I have a few words for the general public:
1. Don't drive like a n00b.
2. Don't play chicken with me - you really don't want to lose.
3. Be nice, because it will come back to you and make your day just that little bit nicer :o)
4. If I can hear your iPod from the driver's seat, I will probably laugh at you, though you won't hear it because you're too busy killing your ears.

Hmm... I wonder if anyone who's studied sociology could help me out here. Is it true that we all have equal potential in this society, or is that a myth invented by the upper class and taught to us in school to appease their collective conscience? And from whence comes the sense of difference between classes?

I have decided that prejudice is counter-productive. It certaintly doesn't do me any good to be prejudiced at work, but nor does it help me do my job when I encounter the prejudices of another directed at my uniform. And that's not even taking into consideration the affect of these things on others.

People died weirdly in black and white.

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