Blog Cold weather

Blog Cold weather

I think its about year since I started this, and to celebrate this great occasion, I got writers block. So I figured I should reuse an old topic and claim nostalgia or sentiment. This is not as easy as it might seem, since there was immediately a problem. I tried to save this as Blog cold weather but. There was already a file called Blog cold weather! Its actually depressing that I consider that a problem nowadays. But no matter, I renamed the file Blog Coldy weather and I was set to go. I had a page of nothing in front of me waiting to be filled up then I remembered I had writers block and couldnt think of anything. But screw it. Ill do something anyway. Its the wintertime, and as such my mum turns up the thermostat to the point where you take bread out the packet and its already become toast. In fact, even though I was given a nice warm jumper for Christmas I darent wear it until the summer, when its actually cooler inside. And opening a window, whoa! Forget about it. Since she likes to fill the house with the concentrated sulphur dioxide which she finds easier to process, she instantly knows about the cold breeze and tells me to shut the window. Going out is not an option either, because after a few hours I contract Skyrim withdrawal symptoms, which include asking random people where they stand on the imperial-rebel war, and yelling at security guards to shut the fuck up about their knees. More than once have I tried to mine the gravel with a pen to try and extract iron ore, and shouted SLAY THE DRAGON! at passing crows. But I digress. Or at least I would, if I had something to digress to. My minds completely shut down over the holidays, to the point where I offered my friend a choice between orange flavour Moams, ah, Melon! That was it. But there are worse problems than confusing my friend with sweet flavours. I tried to read Anthony Burgesss A Clockwork Orange for English (why are we studying a book written mostly in Russian in english?). For those of you who havent read it, A Clockwork Orange is a long spelling mistake written by a retard, for whom the publishers must have had so much pity that they sold it anyway. Heres a passage from it. Ah, said Georgie, you think and govoreet sometimes like a little child. Dim went huh huh huh at that. Tonight, said Georgie, we pull a mansize Crast.

Written like a scrabble bag vomited on my keyboard. Apparently its Nadsat, which is hateful mess of a language with bits of Russian, german, gypsy, and a whole load of words Anthony Burgess pulled right out his ass . Which is not a joke, at http://soomka.com/nadsat.html there are several entries for the orgins of the nadsat word which say invented slang or simply unknown. What I would like to point out is that the website icon for the page is of a green alien, and I think that sums up Nadsat quite nicely. The question for why it became so popular is simple. Literary snobs who read garbage like Finnegans Wake like to make people think they understand these types of books so they can laugh at the peasants who they think are still baffled by Spot the dog picture books. Does A Clockwork Orange have a deep meaning about free will? I dont think so. The language is so obscure that you could make a good enough argument for saying its a complicated cheesecake recipe. I think thats enough rambling. Happy Christmas and a merry new year.