Twilight Lullaby

glomp.me, a domain I bought a few months ago and left to rot, is having a revival. A bunch of talented developers, artists, designers (and procrastinating half-arsed coders like me) are having a discussion on what to do with it. Oh, and we like to plurk.

So, what do you want to see on glomp.me? Join in the discussion on taser.glomp.me (yes the subdomain idea was entirely my fault).

NaBloPoMo - the pain in my butt for September. After not blogging for 3 years, NaBloPoMo has finally taught me that blogging when you don’t know what to blog about is a bad idea, as is posting at almost midnight when you’re tired and don’t know what to write. Additionally, the Wordpress iPhone app is rather dodgy at the moment, crashes at random intervals, and rarely saves my posts.
I may try this whole NaBloPoMo thing again when November comes, but for now, I need October to not think about blogging every single day.

Goodbye (and good riddance), NaBloPoMo. You’ve really taught me a lot, but I have way too much going on in my life to keep daily blogging as a regular thing. Plurk’s karma system is high-maintenance enough, without adding this into the mix.

My nail was falling off
I didn’t need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it it’s ingrowing

But something happened
From the very first time it turned blue
My foot melted to the ground
Found something true
And everyone’s looking round
Thinking it’s disgusting

But I don’t care what they say
My nail’s going soon
They try to pull it away
But they don’t know the truth
My foot’s crippled by the blood
That it keeps on leaking
They cut it off and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding pus
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding pus
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding pus

I do apologise for this (and I’m really sorry if I grossed you out). This is exactly the reason why I don’t do song parodies any more.

… But my Wordpress iPhone app eated it. Meh, this is just to show that I didn’t fail NaBloPoMo.

Bodily functions are usually a no-no in the world of blogging, and I can see why. I mean, some posts I’ve read have almost made me spit out my food in disgust…
… Which is why I apologise for this post.

Ever since I did Yellow Umbrella Day (last week), my feet that aren’t used to running have been slowly recovering.
One of the problems I encountered was my toenails completely collapsed on me. Half of one fell off completely (painful and disgusting at the same time), and the one on my big toe on my left foot is stuck in the stage of being half on and half off. It is currently leaking sticky fluid as I type this on my iPhone - I did tell you that this post was going to be disgusting… Right? Anyway, er, it’s leaking, it’s bruised and battered,and only half of it (the right side of the toenail) is still attached to my foot. I would just leave it, but then I realised that I’d probably then end up with an ingrowing toenail, which would then make matters much more complicated.
I would also attempt to remove it myself, but there’s the slight problem of the leaking, and the fact that removing it myself would hurt A LOT.
I wonder if my doctor would remove my toenail for me…

Crap! I’m 5 minutes from failing NaBloPoMo! Think of this as a placeholder post until tomorrow, when I promise I’ll write something better than something about failing. I’d better stop writing now, as the Wordpress app on my iPhone (life saver!) likes to crash. A lot. Eep! I only have 2 minutes left now!

Many people have probably posted about this already, but I’m stating the obvious here. The whole 7thSyndikate thing was a ruse for a new exhibition at the V&A. Hmmm, quite clever, really. I mean, if I had received an invitation to go to the V&A, I probably would have shrugged it off, to be honest. I shall have a proper blog post up at the weekend, but for now… If you didn’t know, now you do. The jackal watches from the watchtower… Or something like that, anyway.

Over and out.

Sunglasses. Check.
A hat? Er, a pink beret counts, right?
Newspaper? Check.
Blending in with the crowd? Well, I was wearing a red coat and other bright accessories, so no. Besides, I already looked dodgy enough, wearing sunglasses when it was getting dark.
I’ll have a proper blog up on the whole 7thSyndikate thing soon, but I only got home a few hours ago, and I want my sleepy times.

It’s taken me, ooh, 23 days to realise that blogging at 11-something PM isn’t one of my best ideas. I tend to forget what I’ve written, and I don’t make much sense at this time either. Meh, one more week, and my NaBloPoMo challenge will be completed, and these spammy blog posts will be completed. Anyway, like being drunk, I probably won’t remember writing this post in the morning.

Who are they? What are they? What are they doing here? Who sent them?

It might be the start of another ARG. If so, I want to be there. If not, I still want to be there so I can be Rickrolled or something. The email promises drinks and nibbles, anyhow.

More importantly, is it worth ditching my Sixth Form Open Evening to find out what they’re all about? I don’t plan to attend my school’s Sixth Form anyway, due to various reasons that I won’t go into here.