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Not very well really. I love Spotify, I know I’m late in the day talking about it but it’s not like I’ve blogged here for a bit. Yeah there’s annoying ads and it doesn’t have everything but it’s got enough to make sure I’m never stuck for tunes at work and it does have a surprising amount of rarities. It also means I can keep play lists and it recommends artists accordingly.
Why then does it recommend that I listen to this: 
Seriously Spotify? Do you really think I’d want to listen to Jibbs? Or a minuiature version of Scooby-Do’s nephew? Perhaps it’s what I’ve been searching for and the playlists I’ve been creating that make you think that:
Yeah, looking at it I can see just how Spotify came to the conclusion that by searching for Dinosaur Jr that I’d want to listen to Hurricane Chris (who???!!).
It’s almost as bad as Amazon basically recommending certain albums to people regardless of what they’d actually been looking for and buying – out of curiousity I’d searched for Nashville Pussy, Slayer and Pantera only to be recommended the John Barrowman album as people that listen to Vulgar Display.. also like showtunes?
Sort it out Spotify
This blog seems to get updated pretty rarely. Just as well I have a direct line to its main audience.
Thing is, I’m becoming increasingly positive and therefore suffer less from the need to vent in blog form. Things are, seemingly suddenly, falling into place and I may very soon have everything I could ever want.
Accordingly, I’m in a state that’s close to bliss. Things are looking like they’re falling into line and there’s only good things on the horizon and all of them with my own Miss Romania by my side. It means I’m happy beyond reason and have to keep checking I’m not dreaming when I realise how good it’s looking to be.
There’s also a great summer to look forward to with a trip to Barcelona. I get to explore more of the world and to do so with the best possible company. Not so long ago I’d barely travelled outside of my home county. Now I’ve been up and down that Eurostar track, seen a wonderful chunk of France and am soon to see Spain and Romania and experience the thrill of my first air travel and it’s all down to the same wonderful person that saved me from the black dog. I hope that I’m able to continue saving her too.
So, the huge decision… well, it wasn’t really a decision. I think it had been decided for me long ago now in one of the most otherwise gloomy and unromantic locations and I was merely confirming it for the world and for fate to continue.
I proposed to my beloved Linda and she managed in just one word to make everything perfect. It was a ‘yes’ by the way.
There’s an aching in me at the moment as we’re apart again but it goes almost as soon as I feel it because I know it won’t be for long in both short term and definite terms. There really is no question about it: we are going to be together, it’s just a case of working out the niggling little problems. Thankfully, between us (mostly her) we’re pretty smart and I know we can solve this.
We spent a lot of time together recently and celebrated her birthday along with our engagement. Did all those things couples do – shopping for food, strolling and visiting other couples. At one point this weekend I awoke and realised that adult life seems to have sneaked up on me and, without knowing it, I’ve become a grown-up.
Not only that, but I find myself looking at my own 30’s and the grown up world pretty close now, thinking of the rest of my adult life and the situations I’ve been plonked into lately and… and I’m no longer scared. Maybe I was a saint in a previous life, but somehow I have the perfect person for me by my side to accompany me and share life with. It makes it all look a lot better and more interesting. It’s strange to consider but I may, technically, be happy.
As I actually told Linda, I don’t have a black dog anymore. I think, while I was sleeping, she took it for a long drive out into the middle of nowhere and let it go in the woods. I just have to make sure she can shake the scent of it off of her. (I love metaphors, don’t you?)
There’s a lot on my mind of late and it all revolves around one subject: the future.
Life decisions don’t come along all that often and they’re not to be taken lightly. So my mind is all over the place trying to get a concrete idea as to where I should be. This isn’t nothing new, of course, but now… now I’m too old to be fucking around with this anymore. It’s time to act. I simply can’t keep going the way I’ve been going.
There’s so many variables in the equations though… every decision has pros and cons and variables.. it’s hard to know which decision will be the best but.. isn’t that life? It’s not just my decision anymore though.
This is a more personal and.. not for mass consumption blog.. and a reply to a reply. Which I won’t link to for just those reasons.
You know the problem with having a brain is that you have to use it… we get trivial tasks and complex situations to solve. Now for me this runs the scale from improving rankings through SEO optimisation to a more complex and personal situation such as how to solve the distance issue between myself and my Beloved..
It’s a real tricky one which is why I haven’t just up and said ‘this is the answer,’ it’s important in the long-term-life-long way and I need to get it right. I could easily say the solution would be for her to come here, many would see that as obvious. She’s fluent in the language and could find work quite easily given that we’re not as intolerent to foreigners in the work place as, say, the grenouilles. There’s also the fact that I’ve got a new job/career that looks promising…
But. And it’s a big but. Bigger than Roseanne Barr’s but.. I don’t want that. For one thing, it’s exceedingly selfish. Yes I want her and I want her forever. I’m not afraid to say it or write it. It’d be greedy of me to expect her to give up what she’s literally struggled and fought to build up in the last ten years when I’ve merely been strolling into a career for the last, well – what’s it been? – 4 days. Plus how many times has this blog borne witness to my lack of a desire for a career. Then there’s the other fact that this blog has been bored by: I love Paris.
It wouldn’t be all romance and frivolity as the postcards suggest, but then life isn’t. Everytime I find a used Metro ticket in my pockets I smile, and that’s at the memory of a bloody underground train! I’d be happy there, I know it. Even if there’s a lot of rules and bearuocracy (hopefully spellcheckers too) at least I’d know where I stand whereas here there’s so many different rules at every step sometimes I have no idea….
It’s a real thinker but I’m getting closer to the solution.
Things are collapsing and I don’t know what to do to stop it.
Whilst researching for an article on sequels, prequels and re-makes I came across these examples of possible prequels just waiting to be made and thought I’d share for all. My personal favourite is the prequel to Three Men and a Baby, though I’d like to see one called “Steve Who??”
Saving Private Ryan Prequel
Fridays at work are never likely to see an outpour of work. Especially when there’s been a team bbq during the first half of the day and the broken a/c means everyone is a little warm and tired so the main priority becomes fighting of the sheep, and looking for a U-Command Wall.E.
Coffee, that’s what’s required. Thankfully my cup at work is more akin to a bucket and I’ve managed to find the right mix to put in it. Not so long ago a maintenance man came out to fix our coffee machines and ended up adjusting the contents/rations of them so that the ‘coffee’ is actually really watery and the ‘espresso’ extremely bitter sludge. Combine the two, however, and you fill my mug with something resembling wake-up juice.
Still, the weekend is upon us. My gym membership is now un-frozen after my month off and I can get back to working out on a regular basis. Though with a moustache. Hmm.
Unfortunately, my normal weekend blogging lengthy installments of nonsense is still on a hiatus thanks to the as-yet unreturned computer. Thought this should be amended on Monday. My plans are minimal but I need to find something to do…
though apparently here in England we typify the sense of people as islands.
It’s strange then that lately I feel so afloat around those I know, like I’ve lost my tether. As predicted, I’m feeling more homesick here. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that I have no actual, literal, home. I’m couch surfing and my Dad moved while I was away so the new place is still just that, new. That and I feel more at home… there.
Good thing I’m going back and intend to do so permanently soon.
What else… I shouldn’t have found out that I’m doing bloody well financially again. I actually found myself looking for something to spend money on. Thankfully I’ve stopped all that. The point of my current frugal state is to speed up and ease my departure to shores foreign. Not accumulate stuff while I’m here.
I’m tired, too tired to think of anything coherent and entertaining to blog about but then the idea of a blog is open honesty so I won’t spice things up. I’m a bit too tired to do an entry for my Essential Albums blog too which is stupid as music is one of the things that I’m supposed to be passionate about at all times. I think it’s more a case of time pressures. I can’t write on it anywhere other than work and there’s not enough time to fit everything in now.
Argh, time to earn.
