This is one thing that bugs me about the “PC” world (yeah I know it’s a little ambiguous now) when compared to how Apple design their laptops.
As pointed out in the article, this advertising on your $1,500 laptop is completely redundant. You’ve paid for the product but the advertising stays on it. They don’t need to advertise on your laptop, because you’ve already told them you’ll buy it by buying the thing in the first place!
Sometimes too quiet.
There are times when I’d rather shake my head instead of say ‘no’. I realise this can come across as rude, but that’s not my intention at all.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been told I should speak more. But what should I say? Who should I say it to? I don’t…
The Bird Is The Word
So I played some Birds Of Tokyo to my dad and now he wants it on his own iTunes.
A Fantastic Song
Medicine by Birds of Tokyo
I want to dance another day
For all of us I never had what it takes
I want to swim another mile
I’ve got to know if this will be worth my while
I want to lie
I want to think
What a major f**king waste of my time
I’m glad I know you
And I don’t know why I’m careful
I want to take another turn
I want to taste a little sweetness in life
And is it major is it minor
I don’t know, I’m out of time I can’t tell
I’m glad I know you
And I don’t know why I’m careful
Hey I was so sick in school
Remember me
Man I was so sick at school
But I’ve got my medicine
I’ve got my medicine
I’ve got my medicine
I’ve got my medicine
Hey mister man when will we fall
Forget about all
Forget about all
I want to lie
I want to think
What a major f**king waste of my time
I’m glad I know you
I want to lie
I want to think
What a major f**king waste of my time
I’m glad I know you
And I don’t know why I’m careful
Makin’ A Living On Contract
Do you ever just get really damn tired of spending every waking hour of your week days at work with no time off?
Doom
An excerpt of the opening chapter of my novel. Damn I take too long to write any of this…
Chapter 1: Discovery
…
“Sir, Command has issued a military alert from Ouria. They’re coming to investigate,” she said.
“Did they see the pulse?” he asked.
“Yes. They calculated its trajectory. It’s headed away from the galaxy, sir,” she said.
He was about to reply when he felt a vibration through the floor.
“Can you feel that?” he asked.
“Feel what?” replied Jess.
“The floor’s vibrating,” he answered.
“Nothing up here, sir,” she explained.
He looked back through the airlock window but nothing was out of the ordinary.
“I’m coming up. Don’t move,” he said and ran down the walkway.
Just as he arrived at the bottom of the staircase, the vibrations stopped. He came to a halt and turned around.
There was an eerie silence.
“Jess?” he whispered.
Out of nowhere a loud explosion rumbled behind him as if from the command centre. A strong draft rushed down the staircase almost pushing him over. He covered his ears in pain.
Grasping the railing, he turned back to see what had happened. Smoke was billowing down the staircase.
“Jess?” he shouted into the communicator. “Jess, do you copy?” he repeated.
There was no response. Hamn tried to run up the stairs but the thick smoke was too dangerous. He was almost choking.
A communications panel was still active on the wall of a pillar halfway down the walkway. He ran back to it and the display turned on.
…
