try to read this without music (unless you normally have music… then turn music on and try and read)

Greetings, faceless peons of the abyss

I was at work the other day at the wonderfully glamorous establishment of J.D. wetherspoons, lymington, clearing plates of microwaved pre-heated food into a bin full of other microwaved, pre-heated food and generally being anyone who was sat a tables bitch when it suddenly struck me how damn quiet the damn place was, i’m used to the place being really noisy and, ya know, generally like a wetherspoons bar, but today was different. Despite the place being nearly full there was only a light buzz of conversation, no shouting, no laughter, and no drunken singing (much to everyone’s disappointment) and i realized just how uncomfortable i was with the lack of noise. I mentioned this to another woman who was on shift and a fair bit more senior to me, and she said that she loved nothing more than when the bar was all quiet and dull like this, which prompted an interesting and useless debate in my head which i will share with you all right now. The question was this: why the hell do teenagers always need noise?

and i came up with many fascinating and obscure tangents involving evolution and awkward, drunken love children of two psychological theories which were never supposed to be mixed, but they are simply too crazy to shoot in to the ether willy – nilly, so i will tell you the one which makes some kind of sense to most people ( i hope)

The idea was that we have been brought up with permanent noise, not necessarily talk but music, or traffic outside, or the tv or the almost tangibly grey drone which politicians emit on a daily basis … the list goes on forever as to what noises we hear throughout the day, and this is why, when we are actually in a place which isn’t constantly feeding our ear holes with useless sound, we feel like it is quiet. To quiet, almost any situation these days can be turned awkward or just straight up eerie by a lack of sounds, and hence the title.

For people who do always have music on to break the silence (such as myself (in case anyone was wondering the current song is: the bitch that stole my wife, by chancery blame and the gadjo club, i can strongly recommend)) then you will have noticed by now the inherent sense of discomfort gained from the lack of usual stimulus to your ears. And people who don’t need music to function when alone, i am simply curious to see if you have the same reaction, but in reverse YES, YOU HAVE BEEN MY UN KNOWING LAB RATS ALL ALONG MWAHHAHAHA… ahem… anyway, if you do feel the same, go ahead and comment, go on, humour me.

Love and Kisses from the land where the sun never shines (England)

The magical Pastie x


i would love to write a longer first post, but noodle cat calls to me from the fathoms of the internet.

GREETINGS, faceless readers in the abyss (wow i’m cheery)

so yea, this is a blog… about what i think about stuff… expect may ellipses… lots of italics (and probably some brackets).

so the idea behind me making a blog is that i’m bored, and need something else to add to my ever more elaborate procrastinatory tools, so posts may be long, rambling roads to nowhere. Especially if I have work that i absolutely have to do right now…. but can still wait a little longer.

I thought a suitable theme for this post, then, would be procrastinating, and why we actually do it, i mean we all know that whatever we need to do needs doing well, with time to spare so it can be practiced / rehearsed / proof read / etc. so we are truly happy with what we do. And yet we still insist that sitting on our arse all day looking at silly pictures of cats eating noodles (yes, they exist, and yes, they are beautiful) is a far better use of our time than actually succeeding at whatever endeavors we set out to do. Personally i would like to think that it is because as people we crave instant gratification,yes if we spend all night on our course work we will do better and have a stronger chance at succeeding at life and stuff, but life is so damn far away in our eyes. Right this moment we want to watches fat people fall over with a glazed expression on our face, whilst eating generic sugar coated sweets (which definitely are not related to or affiliated in any way with the brand smarties). we as people fail to see the long term affects of our acts far more than wwe offten appreciate. This can be applied to so many other things as well; for example some of the things my ”friends” say, it may seem like a funny joke at the time, but they dont seem to appreciate that saying something isn’t like shooting a target with an arrow, a one time thing that happens and is done, but more like dropping an object of unknown weight in to a pool of questionable deapth. They don’t know the full impact of what they are about to say, no one truly can, and its affect could be far more drastic than anyone could ever have planned for…

wow, I really do get sidetracked when i start thinking 

i would love to write you a wonderfull essay rant (wressay? errant? essant? the possibilities are endless…) but noodlecat is calling me and i must appease his will


’till next time, peons 

the magical pastie 😀