The Dell of my Dreams

Well well, it’s been a long time since I wrote on this thing considering I have been doing video blogs and what not and as they say a picture tells a thousand words. Unless it’s my pictures, moving ones no less; they tend to be a little less subtle than what the medium generally aims for.

Nevertheless I have recently purchased a new laptop (and a great thanks to my sister who lent me the money for the time being) as my other more dramatic, tasteless, evil, demonic, bastardising HP laptop decided to go out quietly without letting me know until the last second. Wherever its soul (or lack of) resides now, I’m sure it’s gleefully playing in fire and ash.

"Look at it! Basking in overheated glory, feckin' HP!" 

In fact, I imagine some pour individual in the afterlife probably purchased my afterlife laptop thinking “Oh great! I can’t wait to use this perfectly ordinary laptop and go on Angelbook!” (Angelbook is my really lame joke name for facebook in the afterlife, I'm too lazy to think of anything wittier). But you see, this is the moment that individual will realise that they never went to heaven, only to hell for the moment they push that shitty little power button on that laptop they will have forever cursed themselves with 4 years of troublesome, overheating, battery faulting, charger not charging, dust inhaling monster that sits on their laps.

Anyways, my gripes have passed with HP as I’m never purchasing one of their products again. Instead I’ve replaced that shadowy dark hole of a place in my life with a lovely new, sleek, shiny, angelic Dell full of all the features of my previous laptop, times a billion more power (that might be slightly exaggerated) and all the free time I can muster. This means I can actually begin to do much more be it animation, video effects, editing and what not than I could’ve previously as I don’t need to worry that my laptop with explode taking out half of the neighbourhood.

"My old HP Laptop didn't turn itself off when it overheated, instead it went the next mile...splitting atoms"

I’ve even “acquired” many new training videos for all of my “acquired” adobe programmes which I will be learning to use in depth and become a multimedia whore, except instead of doing the cooch for a bitta silver on the corner, I’ll be doing an animation of me doing the cooch…. Actually that’s not the best example of what I’m trying to say here. The point I’m making is I plan to become good enough so I can build a massive portfolio of all things Seán, which if you’ve been following any of my stuff is a whole lot of crazy shit.

Anyways, I think my first thing in the tube to be fired out this week is a video blog so I must hop and skip to it! I think I’ll talk about my mild obsession with the horror genre for this one so expect the bizarre (although, I’m sure it’s to be expected already).

If anyone has any suggestions on things I could talk about in the future, fire ‘em out bellow or not, until next time, TOODLES!!

Completely Off Topic

As with so many things I make attempts at in my life, this blog as of lately has fallen into my pit of neglect, along eating healthily, my new years resolutions and my promise to myself never to watch another episode of friends on E4. But there is many reasons for this. Well, when I say many I mean two. One, I just can't squeeze a coherent debatable thought out of my brain and the second, I am quite lazy. Basically, I've turned into M. Night Shyamalan, the gigantic prick-wad known for every disaster of a film he's made outside of The Sixth Sense. I still think he's yet to reveal his true form; a giant smelly slimy Arse that craps film onto a reel every 9 months after it has gotten its sustenance from ill received ratings from critics who treat films as if they're doctored psychologists at a hypochondriac convention.

"Cinema has yet again positioned itself under my ASS! Nya nya nya nya nyaaaaa!"

If the title of this post hasn't become clear, it's just a way of me stating that this post is going to be a tumbling cascade of thoughts spilling out of my mind in attempt to unblock the block. In an analogy, my thoughts are the plunger, my brain is the toilet and the blockage is a giant pooh someone couldn't flush properly because they used loads of toilet paper to cover it up. There possibly won't be any coherent topic just a load of random things that I will attempt to somehow connect "cleverly" together in many ways by the end of this post6 (remember, "many" really means two).


However as I continue typing I'm hoping that metaphorical pooh will move millimetre by millimetre until the cleansing water of ideas come flowing into my mind again. What's that? I already feel the pooh slide minutely! A small topic has just dawned on me that I can speak of. It is Facebook related. Actually, this is something that happened just today, well, was meant to happen. I created an event in which you were supposed to change your Facebook profile picture into the worst picture you could find of yourself on Facebook. I believe I cleverly called it something along the lines of "Find your worst picture and Make it your Profile Picture... Day" which is literally what it was called. And not very clever either. 


Anyways I had it made a few days prior to it's due date and invited all my friends to join in on it. I wasn't surprised to see it spread as everyone always invites others randomly to join, nor was I surprised to see that about 1 in every 50 people actually bothered to give a response. However I WAS surprised to see people had actually decided they were not partaking in this event because, you know, Facebook profiles have always been a thing of pride. Did you also know Obama is white and He Man is straight? Vanity is the new thing this year I guess!

"Don't worry, we've proven, like these two, that we are probably too photogenic to defile our profiles..."

Stranger still was people that "might" be attending, or partaking in it. You might attend changing your profile picture for a day? Come on, are you contemplating on the thought that the copious amounts of people on Facebook that are complete strangers might be judging you? Because you're certainly not surprising your friends! They all have seen the your moments when they fleetingly think "what creature was sacrificed to bring him/her into this world?", so I don't think anyone should pretend they have an ounce of dignity left to spare for their Facebook profile page above all things! 


This leads me onto the next paragraph of this slowly extending but increasingly closing story. I certainly don't have an ounce of dignity to spare for my profile page, let alone have any left in general at this point in my life anyways, ESPECIALLY not after today. Since of course I created the event I obviously was willingly (and excitedly) going to partake in it. And partake I did in which amongst the many hideous photos of me, one sang through like a slipknot church choir:

"Hello people of the Universe"

Yes that is me. I think I'd give H.R. Gieger a run for his money in the new Alien movie if I sold this as concept art. On top of this, very few people actually changed their profile picture to a horrible portrait of themselves. And ON TOP OF THAT, I set the date for this event to the 01//02/2011, today, the date of my birthday. I essentially turned my profile page on Facebook into a magnet of terror for an entire day as people came onto my page to say "Happy Birthday" only to be greeted with a giant metamorphic human sperm THING.

It was a public display of my stupidity and for a moment I almost wished I had dignity to spare. But in the end all I could do was laugh at myself. And prepare to be much lonelier in my life. Maybe I could start hanging out with M. Night Shyamalan (I always think of Watermelons when I say his name? Shy Watermelons...). He doesn't seem to have any dignity left for himself, and he certainly doesn't make pretty pictures any more. In many ways the previous sentence marked the end of this Blog post!

P.S. When you say P.S. as a word it sounds like someone pissing. I also think the pooh is flushing.