A Couple of People I Think You Should Know...

I thought I'd finally get around to introducing you to a few of my friends, oh notable readers. I think today we shall meet The Children (also called The Unmentionables to those who feel too suspect referring to The Children XD) This nickname was attributed to the group by yours truly, not actually because of their age, themselves being between my own age and one individual three years younger, but because of my general role within the group, undoubtedly that of some kind of (really really bad) parental figure.



The one with the ponytail is Baz (Sebastian for those who like to wind him up) I've known him for quite a long time now, and this is the most flattering picture I could find of him. He doesn't photograph well XD Curly-haired-topless man is Merlin (real name, just so you know :P) he's wildly unpredictable, childish and in short terrific fun. I've known him for feckin' ages. He is also unusually strong... I suspect him to actually be a throwback to our larger simian ancestors. The one of female persuasion is Abbie, I have known her the least amount of time, but she's still cool and keeps me sane through the long hours of sitting around bored online. We've had some laughs, often at the expense of other people XD

They all look curiously young here... which is rather disconcerting... I guess that's why I call them the Children.




These two are Molly and Katie, Katie's the one with the dyed red hair... Molly's the unashamed ginger XD Molly is the sister of Jacob, an individual you will meet soon. She used to be quite aggressive, but she's sweet as pie these days ^^ She is also possessed of fantastic hearing and a kind of 'auto-rebel' feature XD Katie is a rather strange girl with a tendency towards ambling into conversations and making off-topic remarks. Still, she's got a heart of gold and she's always nice to have around ^^




Here's Molly again, but the girl with the blonde hair is Jess. She's Baz's twin and, like Baz, is incredibly skinny. She's rarely about, but she's always good to talk to when she is, and almost perfectly shares my music taste and humor. We've had some strange chats, some undecipherable chats but mostly we've had some awesome chats ^^ Unfortunately we have yet to perfect the method to merge into one super being, as well as discovering all the impracticalities thereof.





This one's Alex. Technically only half-children material, since he's a few months older than I. Alex is, much like Jacob, a kind of alternate me. Are nights out almost inevitably begin with us two and kind of accumulate the other children as we go, and unlike most of the other children we frequently just mess around without the others. Undoubtedly one of my best friends, we have enough in-jokes to sustain a full conversation. To anyone who doesn't already have a great life, I'd recommend him :D





And this one's Jacob. Undoubtedly an incredibly odd character, Jacob and I have known each other since early primary schools and have always been ridiculously close... not only could we converse entirely in in-jokes, we frequently do. Some casual acquaintance or another once asked if I was the Hyde to Jacob's Jekyll, which sparked an in-joke in and of itself. Definitely one of the best people I've ever met.


However, there are a couple of non-children that I think deserve extra mention...
Meet Joe (Male) and Codie (Female)




Two of my other closest friends, bar Alex and Jacob. Joe is an absolutely fantastic individual. He asks nothing from anyone, and gives everything to everyone. Some of the best days of my life have been spent sitting around at his, and I wouldn't change him for the world. Codie is just amazing... she's more important to me than almost anything you could care to mention, sharing joint place only with these select few others, and these days I find it impossible to imagine life without a Codie :)


Anyway, now that I've finished my soppy-fest, I'd best let you get back to your lives (as if I am somehow preventing you from them XD) But just before I go, I found an acoustic version of There There... it's absolutely beautiful.



Over and out.

Love and doves, meh dearies.

Bah bah, lovies, bah bah.

Kisses,
-The Kie

History is a Graveyard of Aristocracies

So, you know Sociology; the science of studying human behaviour as a whole, something like group psychology?

Well, I am studying it for an A2 level course and have truely had my definitions of good and evil within the subject redefined over the past few days. I always held that New Right Theory were the devils of Sociology, with such heart warming and tender theories as "The poor deserve to be poor - they make themselves poor and thus society should not help them" and "If you do not maintain a stable father figure in life you will join a criminal underclass and become society's dregs". Well, not so! These self-important snots are just that; Oppinionated and biggoted middle class worms with little or no real life perspective.

No, evil raises it's head in another form, specifically that of Vilfredo Pareto.

Let's focus for a second on the name alone: Vilfredo Pareto. He sounds like a vampire. Real people are not born with names like Vilfredo Pareto, real people have names like Daniel Smith or Robert Appleson. My own name is something of a press at Kieran O'Mant, but I consider myself a little odd of character so no loss if my name is unusual as well. Vilfredo Pareto. He sounds like
1. The villain in a gangster film,
2. An important but ultimately subservient lackey to dracula or
3. A crazed scientist with the eventual aim of world domination.
Now it's not really fair to assume this mans moral standing on his name, but mere seconds into his theory we find further evidence for his evil: he maintains a sociological standpoint akin to anti-Marxism. I like Marxists. I might even be considered one, I am certainly left wing and the concept of a bourgoisie or other oppressive ruling elite seems quite plausible, if some of the specifics of the theory can be alarmist.

But no! Vilfredo Pareto states that there is indeed a ruling elite within society, governing and opressing the masses but that this is fair and just and that society will be damaged or destroyed if ever one attempts to impose equality!
And then, and I quote here from my book of Sociology, a comprehensive volume if ever there was one, "Vilfredo Pareto expands on the theory of his countryman and intellectual ancestor MACHIAVELLI!"

Machiavelli?! Author of The Prince? The literal handbook on evil? Yes, the same! Machiavelli was famous for confessing his evil, and encouraging evil in others as a way of seizing political power!

Surely Pareto knows he is evil. How can he not be? Still I find him preferable to New Right. He seems almost honestly evil.

Anywho, I have recently overcome a horrible illness which caused much general distress and often delusions.

And Infected Mushroom just started using a distorted guitar in the song I'm listening to. I shit you not.

I love musical overlap.

Well, I must away my loves to eat free pizza and then get ready for an insane party which will likely end with police intervention, in which case I shalln't be writing for a bit.


Toodles lovies! ^^

xxx

All Hallows Eve

Hooray! That special time of year when people celebrate being scared. By sending children wearing highly unconvincing masks to your house in an attempt to get some sweets out of you.

Society is fucked up.

Das ist all.

Bah bah, lovies, bah bah.


Kisses,
The Kie


xxx

Extery I

Also there are no such things as washing machines that play trance music mid cycle.

If you start to suspect that such deranged imaginings are actually possible then lay off the drugs, listen to normal music and get some sleep, in the name of Jesus!

And stop spending so much time with those crazy, drugged up ravers. You know the ones I mean.
Furthermore I'm an atheist, so saying anything in the name of Jesus is an exercise of futility.

Howdy stranger

So it's been a while since I wrote in here last, but little has changed. Same old self, same old activities (Which is far from a lament) just a little older, and (in spite of every proverb you'll ever hear) a little stupider. Whoever said age brings wisdom was obviously on so many prescription chemicals that their age was hard to determine through the haze of incomprehension. Personally I sometimes suspect I can already feel dementia setting on :D

Still, I have plans to counteract this. When the first signs of senility set in and I have any concerns for my mental wealthfare I plan to have myself pumped full of about six thousand pounds worth of Amphetamines. Such will, predictably, lower my life expectancy from about twenty years to about three, however rather than spending these years sitting going slowly mad in a home I will instead become some kind of deranged, sixty-seven year old wendigo, leaping from tree bough to tree bough whilst wearing naught on my wrinkly, stringy body but a loincloth made from badger hide. I will catch the local wildlife and force myself to consume it in order to survive and hopefully burn out before sobering up, in which case I will have to deal with the combined comedowns of over seven hundred days of methedrine abuse.

Thank fuck I'm not a methhead.

Anywho, moving swiftly on I feel it necessary to update my avid readers (Currently consisting, as far as I am aware, of Mo, although given my lengthy abscence I doubt even she will notice this post until it becomes obselete) on my current leisure activities. Aka not very much. I have recently undergone one of my seasonal personality shifts and this acerbic wit now drily drilling bizzare, irrelevant and often outright terrible humour is autumn Kieran; a bizzare beast with a tendency towards nostalgia and romanticism. And also, apparently, an infinitely smaller appetite for narcotics. I am disenchanted of late with drugs and as such am breaking, although I expect I will be tempted. I am a creature of impulses and if I followed a whim to get on them in the first place I expect whims will lead me back in time. I doubt, however, that I'll ever be doing them in the quantities I have been until late again.

Now I find myself wishing for a fine red wine or stiff vodka shot, the latter being something I have not craved since (appropriately enough) last autumn. Anywho, I was talking about something, or wished to say something but have since forgotten...


Well, let's just talk about Radiohead. Radiohead are always a good substitute talking point for me. I could lecture at Oxford on the intricacies of their music, although (like all university lecturers, hehe...) I would undoubtedly just end up giving a personal rant of my opinions and ignore any and all attempts to press an alternative point of view.




Sometime soon I think I will introduce (through use of pictures and anecdotes) some of my friends just to achieve some feeling of genuine external validity between this blog and my life. At the moment the two feel somewhat mutually exclusive, this writing being primarily rants punctuated by jokes and off-topic ramblings on music.



Alas, till later meh dears.

Bah bah, lovies, bah bah.


Kisses,
The Kie

x x x

If this get's me banned, tell them I died as I lived; not reading terms and agreements

Haha, I'm going to find this endeavour rather challenging.

Writing whilst high? Well, truly some of the best feats of literature have been achieved thusly, as I hear, although am I a great literatist? Only time will tell, maybe even just the amount of those slow seconds that treacle on by like honey through sand that it takes for me to finish my deluded scribblings on this very page, although even my optimism finds this burden a little larger than the traditional straw which so proverbiably broke the donkey's back.
How quaint this little writing spree already has become.

And here I am again, higher still this time and with a released perspective on myself. Who can even say what horrors and what wonders are in these little pills? They are danger, yet joy and in the end is that not life? I dice with the devil only because I know that the highest stakes are not the ones I have to play for, and if I don't want to play a card game called 'A Needle Full of Stillness' nobody is making me but my own devil, smaller than the dealer but maybe seven times as evil.

Strange is it not how we neglect the very ground we tread on? This is no mourning; in a statement my most profound though on the matter is this; When we can't see the ground we're standing on it's because there's something else worth seeing more, and when we can it's because the world has slowed for breath and we may also take a drink between runs; wheezing with the effort of surviving only if we don't oil our gears with those frantic, snatched moments of perfection that are found when you look, look hard into the eyes of a friend, a parent or something else, something that is more than a friend no matter how much or how less more.

Life=Joy

With that equation in mind, Einstein's more famous works can be tackled with a steady hand.

Why so green and lonely, so green and lonely?

You know, I had to search my conversation history on MSN in order to find the link to my own blog today.

This feels like it should be humiliating, yet all it leaves me with is faint amusement.

Well! I do not know what kind of music my dear readers listen to (I am making the fairly grand assumption that I in fact have readers here, and also the slightly less grand assumption that my readers listen to music and the rather base assumption that they have ears) but I would like to heartily recommend The Indelicates.




They are truly fantastic. Along with Radiohead and The Shins, another two of my favorite bands this band have absolutely top notch lyrical skill. I delight in good lyrics, I find few things better than a carefully woven and spun piece of musical writing and perceive it as nothing less than an art in and of itself.

Radiohead lyrics are obscure and strange, yet still achingly beautiful and haunting...

There's always a siren,
Singing you to shipwreck,
Don't reach out, don't reach out,
Don't reach out, don't reach out,
Steer away from these rocks,
We'd be a walking disaster,
Don't reach out, don't reach out,
Don't reach out, don't reach out,
Just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean its there,
Theres someone on your shoulder,
Theres someone on your shoulder,
Just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean its there,
Theres someone on your shoulder,
Theres someone on your shoulder,
There there.

(There There/Boney King of Nowhere - Radiohead)


I don't know, I just find that absolutely compelling. Shins lyrics are a different matter, they're poetic. They flow like water or sand through your fingers and the metaphors come so thick and fast that you are actually in danger of losing some of their best lines if you don't keep your ears open. And as for the Indelicates, they have this charming, gritty and cynical approach that seems almost like a compromise between the two...

Anyway, this blog is rapidly becoming a comparison essay. That would not do.

I haven't had much spare time lately, on a lighter note, due to rehearsels. I've been cast for Orlick in a local Youth Theater production of Charles Dickens' "Great Expectations"and I needs must rehearse every day between ten and six, meaning I have to be awake at eight each day. This is difficult for someone to whom waking at all is still fairly shaky. Regardless, despite opening fears the play seems to be going well. All my fellow actors are immensely talented and great fun.

Here is a picture from the last production I did: a college production of Midsummer Night's Dream set in modern context but with the original language. It was far darker than usual; all fairies themselves being personifications of the medication administered to the lovers and accidentally imbibed by the rude mechanicals due to their incarceration in an insane asylum, and I managed to snare the rather prestigious role of Oberon, much to my delight.

I think I look rather snazzy, don't you?

Anywho, I must now be away to enjoy my wine, but afore I go I leave you with the entirity of the song earlier cited by myself:




Toodles meh darlings,
All my love.

Kisses,
The Kie.

A Brief Introduction

Which is of course a blistering falsehood; I don't believe in writing brief things.
Unless purely for some kind of effect... such as purely to cause people to question whether I was telling the truth in the title/last statement.

Damnit! Mere seconds into my blog and I have already spiraled into a tangent.

Oh well, moving swiftly on I would advise anyone with a sense of humor to look up Jonathan Coulton. He greatly amuses me, although having said that many may find his brand of comedy a tad nerdy... oh well, I am proud to be a nerd. It makes life so much easier if you know which cliche you belong to.

And now we get around to the actual intent of this entry, which was to introduce myself. To you. But unfortunately not the other way around, as that would involve me being able to see you. Or at least hear you.

ANYWAY!

I generally go by the internet alias of Binky, although recently I have had a certain predilection for Baron Saturday, Lord of the Dance, Avatar of LSD although understandably this is usually shortened to Saturday, Lord (if I get my way) but unfortunately most often I am referred to by a cascade of colorful titles that I am less enamoured with :D

Hmmm, I fear that I am neglecting something here.

At any rate I must away now to attempt to learn Jonathan Coulton songs (and likely fail. That man knows those strange, fiddly little barre chords that have names like F#badd7/Gmaj6 and are the guitar equivalent of being told to develop telekineses without any prior instructions)

Toodles, meh darlings!

Kisses,
The Kie.