What a good title. Really like it. No idea what the rest of this blog will include, but the title sets it off at a reasonably steady pace. The only problem is I don't actually have anything to bring to the table. Nada. Not a sausage. So as you, dear reader, are already switching off and perhaps thinking about whats for tomorrows tea, I shall endeavour to churn out some of my usual crap.
Looking at the title, it seems to suggest that we are currently in the future. Which is a bit of a silly thing to say because if we are in the future then it is actually the present, but as soon as that conclusion is reached then it is in the past, and you find yourself embroiled in the Back to the Future time-line argument once again.
But maybe this is the 'new age'. It is after all 2010, and it is my first blog of said year (I know, I know, it's the end of March so the year is already a quarter of the way through, but you know what? Don't care) so we are now in a new decade of this new millennium, and technology is already at the point where it scares the be-jesus out of me.
Fair enough, we don't have flying cars but still, I used to consider myself no slouch when it came to computers, but what use is my knowledge of an Acorn BBC nowadays? Most kids in the western world have more inkling about whats going on online than I will ever have. Perhaps I hanker for a simpler time, when our lives weren't controlled by computers and mobile phones and ipods, although in saying this I do remember many times as a child when the electricity would go out (we lived in the country) and I would be determined to see out the darkness as painlessly as possible... and often reached for the TV remote. So maybe I'm not all that disconnected from technology after all.
The point of that long-winded, aimless story? No point. I'm sat at work and really bored so am just typing to keep my brain from crusting over. Honestly, 9 days straight in this place is enough to turn a nun to mass murder. Living between the walls in glorious isolation like Steve McQueen sat in the cooler- albeit without the baseball and glove, and perhaps a little less awesome. Not that sitting in solitary in a Nazi POW camp would be awesome. History and countless WWII films have taught me that. Mind you, I wouldn't mind being in the camp where Hogan and his heroes were interned. That seemed like fun. But perhaps not exactly historically correct...
Anyway, back to sense. Or as close as I can get. Alice in Wonderland is currently playing while I sit here banging out these words. Rubbish movie. Jumping on the whole 3D bandwagon. What I want to see is porn 3D. Now there's a money spinning idea if I ever heard one, 3D boobies and everything else, displayed in glorious digital. The people would come from miles around to see such a spectacle. Sure, that was the only reason Avatar was successful, wasn't it? The big blue girl alien kept revealing the slightest sight of a nipple in most of the scenes.
I'll leave you with that thought. I guess I should probably do a little bit of work, though I may just put my feet up and continue with Dickens' Hard Times. Thoroughly recommend it if you haven't had the pleasure.
Simon out.
Oh, by the way, in case you were wondering about tomorrows dinner (I started thinking about it as soon as I typed it, which is probably the reason for this blog being so 'shit'), I would just like to pass for the record that, all being well, I shall be having a burger in the Marble Arch pub. If you haven't had the experience, I urge you all to do so. The finest burger (and may I say chips) to be found in all the Greater Manchester area. Fact. The beer is pretty goddamn outstanding too.
