Frozen Contemplations...

This blog is a random amalgamation of thoughts and outbursts. I don't deny it, and I sure as hell won't try to promote it to be anything otherwise. Yeah, it's entertaining (for me, at least), but you're never going to gain anything from reading it. Although that's not to say I want you to stop...

However, if you're looking for a blog with a little more substance, then my friend Matt has just the thing. His blog, which can be magically accessed here, actually has some proper stuff about him, his life, and his general shenanigans.

Go check it out, but please come back here afterwards, because I'm getting awful lonely.

"You're a freak...like me!"

I'm psyched.

Super psyched.

More psyched than the psycho from 'Psycho'. So psyched that now the word 'psyched' looks weird, like words do if you use them too often. And why? Because of Batman. Or, to be more precise, the Joker.

On July something-or-other, the new Batman film 'The Dark Knight' is being released, and it has become my most anticipated movie ever. It features the late Heath Ledger as the Joker, complete with requisite manic laugh and green hair, and it looks absolutely fantastic.

I've seen both the trailers numerous times, and I can already predict that a lot of the Joker's phrases are going to become quotable for a long time to come. The music is pulse-pounding, the action exciting, and Aaron Eckhart looks promising as Harvey Dent, who later becomes the villain Two-Face.

Check them out on YouTube so you can share my enthusiasm. Forget Indiana Jones. Toss aside the Hulk. This summer's film opus will be 'The Dark Knight'.

I can't wait!

A World of Junkies?

I haven't been addicted to many things in my life. Sherbet was one. Chocolate swiss roll was another. I count myself lucky never to have endured the stranglehold of drugs or alcohol. But now I'm becoming worryingly captivated by two new interests.

Facebook and blogging.

Had you told me this a month ago, I would've laughed in your face and possibly poked you in the eye for good measure. Sure, I had a Bebo account, but I used it maybe once every fortnight. I had tried Facebook briefly but it had been plain and boring - nothing like the amazing craze I was expecting.

But once I made an effort with it, it just took off. Now, every time I go on the internet, I quickly have a gander at Facebook. Maybe only for two minutes, but the point remains: I always check it out. I love seeing the comments on photos, and the good-natured banter between friends. It's always great to see some hilarious responses to particularly weird pictures.

I'm trying to wean myself off, but it's tough, especially when it's such a pleasant diversion from the grind of revision and exams.

Blogging is something which has cropped up more recently. Today, to be precise. I've already posted three times, and my mind is awhirl with ideas for more. Everything else takes a back seat to my itchy fingers and buzzing brain. Even as I complain about it, I'm actually just sating my appetite for posting my (ultimately meaningless) thoughts.

Am I a loser? If so, then there's a whole lot of losers in this world. There are millions of people using Facebook - in fact, it was recently voted the second more important thing to an undergraduate, tied with beer and just behind the iPod. Likewise, blogging is now enjoyed by countless people across the entire world.

So I'm just part of a worldwide addiction. Surely it can't be that bad then?

Over one billion people smoke cigarettes.

Damn.

A Tribute.

I thought I'd start this shiny new blog with a tribute. This individual has helped me through some tough times, can always make me laugh, and has kept me going when I was down. I've spent money of them, lain down with them, devoted my time to them.

In short, this individual holds a special place in my heart, and always will do.

Garfield, I love you.

Your crazy antics with Jon, Odie and the gang have been a staple of my childhood, and I couldn't live without you. Your books take pride of place on my shelf, and I know that if I ever need to be cheered up, I can come to you. If you weren't a fictional creation, I would send you flowers and chocolates, although I know you'd prefer lasagne. Your movies sucked, but I can forgive you for that.

Don't you ever stop hating Mondays.

Alex.

The Beginning

And thus did the prophet Matt speak unto Alex: "Alex, getteth a blog and post unto it, as I hath done with great joy." Alex listened to the prophet, and thought this to be of wisdom indeed. He clicked with his mighty mouse and lo! a blog was born.

And Alex looked on the blog and saw that it was good.