 |
Journal | Friends | Calendar | User Info | Memories |
'My Corduroyed Life' - Mark A's Journal
It's amazing what philosophical crapola you can come up with when you're half asleep...
I was getting ready this morning and did two things that made me go all philosophical. I squeesed too much out of the shampoo bottle, and ended up with loads of suds on my head which then ended up in my eyes. Ow! I then didn't squeese enough foam out of the shaving foam cannister and ended up having to have a rather thin film of foam on my face as I shaved which then ended up in it hurting. Ow!
My mind then wandered into the metaphoric, and I came up with this. If when doing something as simple and as regular as shampooing one's hair or shaving one's beard, you can still have too much or too little, no wonder the more complicated things are harder to gage 'how much'! If you do too much, you end up in a lather and get stung; if you do to little, you end up being not covered enough and getting sore.
Bloody hell, I'm bored...
Have fun,
M
Current mood:
bored.Current music: Broken Glass by The Crystal Method.
The Mark Adams versions...
A while ago, Mars launched a marketing campaign on 'pleasure you can't measure' suggesting that you couldn't measure the pleasure of a mars, and then gave an example of a different immeasurable pleasure on each poster/ magazine advert/ TV advert, &c. Here is what I mean:
In a world where direct marketing from massive databases is rapidly headed towards the scary cornea recognition personal marketing thing from Minority Report, I contemplated what personalised Pleasure You Can't Measures that I'd get.
Snuggles
Finally 'getting it' at Ninja
A hug where you both really mean it
A genuine thank you
Making your mum smile by just being you
A gaydar IM from a fit lad who you didn't message first
Private jokes with good friends
A 20 on a D20
Have fun,
M
Current mood:
good.Current music: Iced Lightening by RJDT.
I didn't buy it today...
Text rant alert!
I wanted to buy it today, but bottled it. Not the first time I've done that, and realistically it won't be the last either. I like The Gay Times and do buy it when I can pluck up the courage to pick it up off the shelf. I really wanted to buy it when I first came out, but it took me two years of outness before I built up the courage to manage to do it! The reason I didn't buy it today was a bunch of rough footy lads looming in the WH Smith made me nervous.
If I was a woman buying Bella, a straight guy buying Maxim, or a French person buying an imported French newspaper, I wouldn't have the problem. Why am I so worried about people seeing my gayness? Why do I FEAR buying a publication aimed at what I am which is no different to what Bella and Maxim do.
I'll tell you why! Because there are a lot of tossers out there who would attack me both verbally and physically just for buying it. Because the majority of the people behind Smith's counter will smirk and judge me when I pay for it. Because there is a whole hell of a lot of hate and contempt for gay people who have done nothing other than live their lives.
Why have I blogged this? Because I'm angry and want justice? Partly, but mainly I'm bored on the train as I don't have a magazine...
I'm done...
M
Current mood:
angry.Current music: The whole of the Legion of Boom album by The Crystal Method.