Demon Days

That's about the closest thing to 'sunset' I've managed to watch in days. Well, alright, five days, but that really is downright shocking and reprehensible and terrible and head-shakingly sorrowful by my standards. Offshore-ing standards, that be. A far, far cry from March when I shamelessly flooded this blog with enough pictures similar enough to be made into animation! Which, I absolutely swear I never did. But then again, the alternative to less sunset pictures here means more spouting of words and things, in trite, bloggy "trains of thought" and "fragments" and "ponderings" and thoroughly pretentious rhetoric.

Er... I think I'll stop now.

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Post title courtesy a Gorillaz album. Which I have, but can't quite remember if I've heard entirely. It's always usually (hmm... isn't that some kind of oxymoron?) El Mañana. I would've preferred it being called 'Today', but 'Hoy' doesn't quite have the same ring to it, now, does it?

Title also in tribute to Samit Basu. Read the last bits of The Simoqin Prophecies this morning and grinned wildly for absolute hours. And since nearly everyone here positively despises bobbing about for five weeks straight, of course they think I'm thoroughly weird and smile and nod benignly at me, probably muttering "Poor thing. Losing her mind, she is," to themselves. Um, actually, more likely they're fantasising about that first beer as soon as they land on solid ground.
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Mmmmmm. Am finally taking the time to sit down, do mostly nothing, and drown in music that I've had to reluctantly set aside for days now. Such immensely pure bliss!

Ok, I've absolutely stopped now. Really.

Knocked sideways

I’ve conveniently decided to use Pompous Fact #2726 (“Anticipation-is-everything!”) to placate my unsettled nerves and to explain to myself why it is that I’m not exactly bubbling over with manic joy at finally being adrift again. I’m certainly not unhappy. I think I’m mostly content. The thing (that which I’m trying so hard to pin down with my crooked finger, in vain, it would appear) is that, among other things, before I got here I didn’t really expect to bubble over with joy or euphoria and suchlike, given that the novelty of ‘shipping’ would’ve naturally worn out with the first trip. I pretty much predicted a mild, unobtrusive contentment. Beige-like. I expected to be beige. And beige I am. What’s getting my goat now, then, is why I’m still disoriented and unsettled, when everything has so gone according to ‘plan’. And that’s how Pompous Fact #2726 comes to the rescue -- Even ‘beige’ expectations will always exceed the actual… um… state of ‘being beige’.

Erm.

I think I should stick exclusively to photo-posts for these ship stints. The novelty of offshore sunsets is considerably more resilient.

*jumping overboard*

PS. Yikes! I can't get over how much these pics look like ones I took from the Trident. So much for resilience. But do forgive... as with macros, it'd take a great deal for these sunsets to get old. At least for me.

Brrrrr

10 p.m. 10 degrees Celsius. What I'd give for one of these right now!

There's a certain pilgrim who's been trying in vain to find this blog, ever since he accidentally heard about it from someone else. Um... I've been quaking with fear ever since.

Or maybe it's the cold.

???s

There's always a few that nag at the brain. Like a popcorn fleck stuck between your teeth. It's possible to ignore it entirely, unless, of course, you tongue at it. Then, once you know it's there, you'll always be tempted to tongue it, even though you know it's completely futile, and that doing that won't get rid of it. What you need is a ruthless toothbrush and a mirror. See, prod, poke, extract. Sheer relief. Examine fleck with satisfaction. Throw away.

A random sample of questions:

1. If you had to choose one or the other, would you rather be deaf or blind?
2. Do you believe in heaven, or that it all ends once we die? (Ref: Kray's post)
3. To be or not to be?
4. Life on other planets?
5. Darwinism vs Adam-and-Eve?
6. Is there anybody out there?
7. Red pill? Blue pill? (*grin*)
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Sigh. Do forgive; I've had the crappiest week. I'm so frustrated I don't even care how pretentious this post is. I really, really don't.

Excruciating ho humness

It appears no one wants to play my terribly exciting and wonderfully special music game. Hmpf to you all! You are all sabzi! And dust-mites! Hope this froggy scares the beejeesus out of you. Go fry!
*sulk*

Huff! Right, while you recover, there! More of the usual nature + macro + food + sepia + b&w. Sighhh... I'm so boring I think I'll go shave my head now.

Perspective

It's easy to lose sight of the big picture when the little things seem so textured, so detailed, so involving, so encompassing, so intricate, so... convoluted. Hindsight is always annoyingly, smugly 20/20.

Fun Fact of the Day!

*blink*
Here goes...

Fact: Music, ice cream, photographs, and the colour purple make the world a better place.

Really. I really, really mean it. God-promise!