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a le SUPER FUCKIN' FUBAR Blog Post

Published February 3, 2024

that bitch from that show Lim Ji-yeon still give me the blood push. cock yaha.

she's actually my laptop wallpaper. yeah wall paper.

cigarete in mouth about to suck and shank, suck and shank and drive away on some diamond encrusted clown bike.

I'm an Artist I'm a Poet

WRESTLING HAS MORE THAN ONE ROYAL FAMILY

it's not so cold here in england. wherever that is, whatever that is.

the king has cancer, CANCER KING! it's not arse cancer either. oh boy, oh boy. better call the fire brigade. :/ it might be arse cancer

I love my bath tubs.

welcome back to the bradlands.

I'm writing the Asia Trip 7 blog post currently. It's a beast, gonna be well over 5,000 words. I wrote it as I went, well some of it. Now I have to give it colour and structure and then structure and colour as well.

little naked cream-covered children running around burning people with sprinklers, throwing hard boiled eggs at employees and amputees and screaming the bon jovi lyrics.

I'm working out a lot now, HARD TOO. every day, except for rest days which are every 3 or 4 days usually. the muscle is really building again. it went away when I stopped last time, that's what usully happens.

FUCKING HELL I GET SO HARD. writing makes me hard.

apples and oranges.

and bananas.

people are wearing there phones on their heads now. not just a few people. lots and lots and lots more will surely join when the face phones drop in price.

It's happeneded they've done it,,, in a year it will be normal

OH NO

go live in the mountains

yes please

or at sea

yes please

#yesplease

get the fuck out of my KITCHEN

Peace and Love

...continue reading

a le SUPER FUCKIN' FUBAR Blog Post

Published February 3, 2024

that bitch from that show Lim Ji-yeon still give me the blood push. cock yaha.

she's actually my laptop wallpaper. yeah wall paper.

cigarete in mouth about to suck and shank, suck and shank and drive away on some diamond encrusted clown bike.

I'm an Artist I'm a Poet

WRESTLING HAS MORE THAN ONE ROYAL FAMILY

it's not so cold here in england. wherever that is, whatever that is.

the king has cancer, CANCER KING! it's not arse cancer either. oh boy, oh boy. better call the fire brigade. :/ it might be arse cancer

I love my bath tubs.

welcome back to the bradlands.

I'm writing the Asia Trip 7 blog post currently. It's a beast, gonna be well over 5,000 words. I wrote it as I went, well some of it. Now I have to give it colour and structure and then structure and colour as well.

little naked cream-covered children running around burning people with sprinklers, throwing hard boiled eggs at employees and amputees and screaming the bon jovi lyrics.

I'm working out a lot now, HARD TOO. every day, except for rest days which are every 3 or 4 days usually. the muscle is really building again. it went away when I stopped last time, that's what usully happens.

FUCKING HELL I GET SO HARD. writing makes me hard.

apples and oranges.

and bananas.

people are wearing there phones on their heads now. not just a few people. lots and lots and lots more will surely join when the face phones drop in price.

It's happeneded they've done it,,, in a year it will be normal

OH NO

go live in the mountains

yes please

or at sea

yes please

#yesplease

get the fuck out of my KITCHEN

Peace and Love

...continue reading

Luxembourg, Switzerland, Liechtenstein - My 48th, 49th and 50th countries

Published October 23, 2023

I kissed my cat and I kissed my dog, 'love you, back soon', I hugged my mum, she had just recovered from COVID and I had been taking care of her while my dad was away.

I stepped out into the night and got in the car. Qiuet, England, Fall.

Across the street from the bus station, I took a photo of my dad in the car. Something told me I should. He has driven me back and forth a lot of times from airports and yet I don't think I've ever taken a photo of him like that.

I left the car when the gleaming white National Express coach pulled into the station.

I was met by the driver, "London?" he asked, "Yeah." I replied.

He said he had to go to the depot and refuel, but would be as quick as he could. I walked back over the road and got back in the car. Why not take the passenger then instead of having to drive back?

Maybe it was policy, maybe it was an intellectual oversight...

Stansted has become an office of mine over these last few years. The cheap flights to Europe, oftentimes departing from and arriving there. It's not my favourite airport. But if you get to know it, it reveals its secrets - where plug and USB sockets actually work (the vast majority of them don't), the seating area downstairs that's always quiet, the best toilets, the coach station waiting area that's far better than staying with the packed hordes until security opens at 3am.

This stay was no different to any of the others. The usual wanderings.

The airside Burger King opens at four.

I chose a plant-based whopper for breakfast. I felt like eating beef but I didn't want to go back and eat it again. COWS ARE OFF THE MENU. It was a tasty alternative. I was happy about that.

On the plane a potato of a man, a coughing, sneezing, nose-blowing potato of a man was sitting next to me.

Execute them! The state needs to execute them!

If you do these stupid, inconsiderate things that effect human beings in public, you should lose your right to life. It's rare to travel and not come across these people, this trip had several. It's not the sophistication of psychopathy, it's not the impulsive hilarity of sociopathy, it's mindlessness, unthinking bodies who get to share the air. Capital punishment. Some test to weed them out is needed, we can test multiple times, in multiple ways, there can be swift appeals.

But ultimately, several weeks, maybe months after the process begins, those found to be this type of person, must be killed by the loving hands of the law.

I fly so often and I'm so used to the routine safety of flying through the air that I find myself excited when the possibility of danger enters the picture.

'Oh, this might actually crash' I said to myself, as the plane jolted violently from one spot in space to another. We were going fast, the movement of the plane was erratic, the ground was near. A rough landing, no blood.

...continue reading

Luxembourg, Switzerland, Liechtenstein - My 48th, 49th and 50th countries

Published October 23, 2023

I kissed my cat and I kissed my dog, 'love you, back soon', I hugged my mum, she had just recovered from COVID and I had been taking care of her while my dad was away.

I stepped out into the night and got in the car. Qiuet, England, Fall.

Across the street from the bus station, I took a photo of my dad in the car. Something told me I should. He has driven me back and forth a lot of times from airports and yet I don't think I've ever taken a photo of him like that.

I left the car when the gleaming white National Express coach pulled into the station.

I was met by the driver, "London?" he asked, "Yeah." I replied.

He said he had to go to the depot and refuel, but would be as quick as he could. I walked back over the road and got back in the car. Why not take the passenger then instead of having to drive back?

Maybe it was policy, maybe it was an intellectual oversight...

Stansted has become an office of mine over these last few years. The cheap flights to Europe, oftentimes departing from and arriving there. It's not my favourite airport. But if you get to know it, it reveals its secrets - where plug and USB sockets actually work (the vast majority of them don't), the seating area downstairs that's always quiet, the best toilets, the coach station waiting area that's far better than staying with the packed hordes until security opens at 3am.

This stay was no different to any of the others. The usual wanderings.

The airside Burger King opens at four.

I chose a plant-based whopper for breakfast. I felt like eating beef but I didn't want to go back and eat it again. COWS ARE OFF THE MENU. It was a tasty alternative. I was happy about that.

On the plane a potato of a man, a coughing, sneezing, nose-blowing potato of a man was sitting next to me.

Execute them! The state needs to execute them!

If you do these stupid, inconsiderate things that effect human beings in public, you should lose your right to life. It's rare to travel and not come across these people, this trip had several. It's not the sophistication of psychopathy, it's not the impulsive hilarity of sociopathy, it's mindlessness, unthinking bodies who get to share the air. Capital punishment. Some test to weed them out is needed, we can test multiple times, in multiple ways, there can be swift appeals.

But ultimately, several weeks, maybe months after the process begins, those found to be this type of person, must be killed by the loving hands of the law.

I fly so often and I'm so used to the routine safety of flying through the air that I find myself excited when the possibility of danger enters the picture.

'Oh, this might actually crash' I said to myself, as the plane jolted violently from one spot in space to another. We were going fast, the movement of the plane was erratic, the ground was near. A rough landing, no blood.

...continue reading

The Balkans and Slovakia Trip

Published October 1, 2023

I lay in the bathtub in the Premier Inn, a disgraceful £4, ten minute bus ride away from Stansted Airport.

Soaking your body in the bath before a brutal trip is a real pleasure. At this point I had my perfect version of the trip planned. But some things you could call 'doubts' were knocking around my head. They would keep knocking around my head until I sat overlooking Belgrade from the fortress in the setting sun, there I decided definitively, 'I will complete the perfect version of this trip.'

It turns out I did. Seven new countries in 15 days. A 19 day trip overall. Balkans done, Slovakia done.

I stared in the mirror. And took photos that could be used in a documentary some day.

Netflix DADUNNNN...

Sinister music. Voiceover. Lighting. Testimony. I looked like I was about to smash the mirror and eat the shattered pieces.

I was annoyed that my one shirt for the trip had a faint white stain on it.

A part of me didn't want to be on this trip, a part of me wanted to head back to my laptop, my desk chair, my bathtub. But here I was, and I had my mission, my Special Mission. I had to go and get more countries. Countries are my main supply right now and it was time to add more to the list!

I finished off some blueberry pancakes I bought the day before, packed up all my luggage into the pockets of my new jacket, and headed out the door.

...continue reading

The Balkans and Slovakia Trip

Published October 1, 2023

I lay in the bathtub in the Premier Inn, a disgraceful £4, ten minute bus ride away from Stansted Airport.

Soaking your body in the bath before a brutal trip is a real pleasure. At this point I had my perfect version of the trip planned. But some things you could call 'doubts' were knocking around my head. They would keep knocking around my head until I sat overlooking Belgrade from the fortress in the setting sun, there I decided definitively, 'I will complete the perfect version of this trip.'

It turns out I did. Seven new countries in 15 days. A 19 day trip overall. Balkans done, Slovakia done.

I stared in the mirror. And took photos that could be used in a documentary some day.

Netflix DADUNNNN...

Sinister music. Voiceover. Lighting. Testimony. I looked like I was about to smash the mirror and eat the shattered pieces.

I was annoyed that my one shirt for the trip had a faint white stain on it.

A part of me didn't want to be on this trip, a part of me wanted to head back to my laptop, my desk chair, my bathtub. But here I was, and I had my mission, my Special Mission. I had to go and get more countries. Countries are my main supply right now and it was time to add more to the list!

I finished off some blueberry pancakes I bought the day before, packed up all my luggage into the pockets of my new jacket, and headed out the door.

...continue reading

The Horrors of Ageing

Published August 21, 2023

Ageing, like death is something to be fought.

It's silly beans, and I do not like silly beans.

The avoidance of death and the fantasy of being able to actually escape it is as old as humanity itself... probably not, but it's a catchy line. ...

It's definetly an old old thing though, and for a few generations now there has been the hope, not entirely delusional, that it could actually be done. If we can create the Sun on Earth with nuclear weaponry and hit golf balls on the moon, then why the fuck not? There is no law of nature that forbids it, and even if one is found, we could break it.

Maybe within decades the obstacles will finally be overcome and we will see the destruction of ageing and death, or maybe not, maybe the only hope is a long sleep in a cryogenic chamber, throwing all the chips on an awakening.

It does seem close though. And more than ever something more and more researchers and scientists and rich fucks are taking seriously.

A big problem is that most of the disparate grouping that seem to be fighting ageing, these fucks, are unbearable. Bryan Johnson, Peter Attia, Andrew Huberman, David Sinclair and the list goes on - twitching, potato bags, fizzing and popping... asparagus with ears.

Ultimately, the acceleration and explosion of AI into true complex superintelligence that can be controlled and tethered is the likely magic it will take to create a full suite of robust and lasting age prevention and reversal technologies and solve human death. The control and tethering being an important part of that magic, an important part that is extremely difficult.

In youth, we laugh at the inevitable and even though we know it will come, we still can't feel it. It's the same with death, we know at this point in time we will likely die and yet death is just some thing that happens to other people. Not me. But death is always next to us and the great ocean of ageing exists out beyond the shoreline waiting to take us under the waves.

...continue reading

The Horrors of Ageing

Published August 21, 2023

Ageing, like death is something to be fought.

It's silly beans, and I do not like silly beans.

The avoidance of death and the fantasy of being able to actually escape it is as old as humanity itself... probably not, but it's a catchy line. ...

It's definetly an old old thing though, and for a few generations now there has been the hope, not entirely delusional, that it could actually be done. If we can create the Sun on Earth with nuclear weaponry and hit golf balls on the moon, then why the fuck not? There is no law of nature that forbids it, and even if one is found, we could break it.

Maybe within decades the obstacles will finally be overcome and we will see the destruction of ageing and death, or maybe not, maybe the only hope is a long sleep in a cryogenic chamber, throwing all the chips on an awakening.

It does seem close though. And more than ever something more and more researchers and scientists and rich fucks are taking seriously.

A big problem is that most of the disparate grouping that seem to be fighting ageing, these fucks, are unbearable. Bryan Johnson, Peter Attia, Andrew Huberman, David Sinclair and the list goes on - twitching, potato bags, fizzing and popping... asparagus with ears.

Ultimately, the acceleration and explosion of AI into true complex superintelligence that can be controlled and tethered is the likely magic it will take to create a full suite of robust and lasting age prevention and reversal technologies and solve human death. The control and tethering being an important part of that magic, an important part that is extremely difficult.

In youth, we laugh at the inevitable and even though we know it will come, we still can't feel it. It's the same with death, we know at this point in time we will likely die and yet death is just some thing that happens to other people. Not me. But death is always next to us and the great ocean of ageing exists out beyond the shoreline waiting to take us under the waves.

...continue reading

Northern Cyprus

Published July 9, 2023

Last year when visiting Nicosia, I decided not to go into the North, I just didn't feel like it. This year though, it was time to add another asterisks country to the list.

Me and my mum ate some ice cream on Ledra Street, before crossing the border.

The capital was its usual piercing hot self. I had a hat now, I bought it from the local store in the tourist village we were staying. I liked my hat.

I walked towards the border in my hat, excited about going north, into a country that isn't a country that is a country.

I slid my passport through to the lady in the Northern Cypriot uniform. A giant mustache sat next to her in the booth. The kind of giant mustache that somehow fits perfectly with a country that is only recognised by one real country.

Despite the clear difference in everything, for some reason, there was no whiplash change in my mind, no 'WOW' ... everything seemed pretty samey, actually. ... or an amusement park take on being Turkish. There was something odd about it but also somehow boring.

...continue reading

Northern Cyprus

Published July 9, 2023

Last year when visiting Nicosia, I decided not to go into the North, I just didn't feel like it. This year though, it was time to add another asterisks country to the list.

Me and my mum ate some ice cream on Ledra Street, before crossing the border.

The capital was its usual piercing hot self. I had a hat now, I bought it from the local store in the tourist village we were staying. I liked my hat.

I walked towards the border in my hat, excited about going north, into a country that isn't a country that is a country.

I slid my passport through to the lady in the Northern Cypriot uniform. A giant mustache sat next to her in the booth. The kind of giant mustache that somehow fits perfectly with a country that is only recognised by one real country.

Despite the clear difference in everything, for some reason, there was no whiplash change in my mind, no 'WOW' ... everything seemed pretty samey, actually. ... or an amusement park take on being Turkish. There was something odd about it but also somehow boring.

...continue reading

Countries 39 and 40

Published May 31, 2023

In Stansted Airport, past security, sitting on the snaking wooden benches with their broken USB ports, I contemplated not getting on the flight.

My misanthropy reaches such a level sometimes that it is genuinely painful to be anywhere near human beings. To have thousands of them around me can be torture.

I spent most of the dreary night in the coach station waiting area, unlike the packed arrivals hall, the coach station has far less people and some padded chairs. These are the moves of a genius.

Security opened at three something or maybe four, I placed the boarding pass QR code on the scanner and the little glass doors slid open ... 'this again then'

I was back to travelling without any luggage, all I had was my old Canadian ski jacket, stuffed with the essentials: phone charger, a couple of changes of underwear and socks and a more comfortable blue t-shirt, some medicine, tooth brush tooth paste and my passport, the burgandy book, the burgandy book that still has European Union emblazoned in gold across the top.

The only reason I got on the plane was COUNTRY 39 and COUNTRY 40 as well as the photos and videos I planned to take at the colloseum (many of the photos and videos of my first visit to Italy are lost for now)

This trip was full of Really Fucking Annoying Things or RFATs. This trip had a lot of RFATs.

The first bonafide RFAT happened soon after landing in Bologna.

Tired, I wanted to get on the massively overpriced monorail from the airport to the train station and then take the regional train on to Rimini and my hotel bed. As me and a group of Asian-faced people walked towards it a couple of construction workers approached with the Italian language and hand gestures, clearly the stupid thing was closed for one dumb reason or another.

...continue reading

Countries 39 and 40

Published May 31, 2023

In Stansted Airport, past security, sitting on the snaking wooden benches with their broken USB ports, I contemplated not getting on the flight.

My misanthropy reaches such a level sometimes that it is genuinely painful to be anywhere near human beings. To have thousands of them around me can be torture.

I spent most of the dreary night in the coach station waiting area, unlike the packed arrivals hall, the coach station has far less people and some padded chairs. These are the moves of a genius.

Security opened at three something or maybe four, I placed the boarding pass QR code on the scanner and the little glass doors slid open ... 'this again then'

I was back to travelling without any luggage, all I had was my old Canadian ski jacket, stuffed with the essentials: phone charger, a couple of changes of underwear and socks and a more comfortable blue t-shirt, some medicine, tooth brush tooth paste and my passport, the burgandy book, the burgandy book that still has European Union emblazoned in gold across the top.

The only reason I got on the plane was COUNTRY 39 and COUNTRY 40 as well as the photos and videos I planned to take at the colloseum (many of the photos and videos of my first visit to Italy are lost for now)

This trip was full of Really Fucking Annoying Things or RFATs. This trip had a lot of RFATs.

The first bonafide RFAT happened soon after landing in Bologna.

Tired, I wanted to get on the massively overpriced monorail from the airport to the train station and then take the regional train on to Rimini and my hotel bed. As me and a group of Asian-faced people walked towards it a couple of construction workers approached with the Italian language and hand gestures, clearly the stupid thing was closed for one dumb reason or another.

...continue reading

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