Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1411: October Racing

Doing another racing and doing it standing up. Want to see how I’m affected by the act of being more upright than usual. I don’t know if this will have an impact, but I guess we’ll find out.

Realising why I don’t do these too often, and it’s less to do with injuries and more to do with it not being very enjoyable. Not satisfactory. There’s only so many times one can do these before they go “Well, that was fun and now it’s time for something else”. But that’s the way it is sometimes, and all that other stuff that makes me sound smart.

Well, with that all said, tit’s time tow rap all of this up, but I don’t know as to how I can. I don’t know if I can really get this in under four minutes, which is what I’m aiming for, and I feel myself slipping, and it makes me wonder if my brain is okay, for I’ve felt it for a while and it has not been fun, but I keep on going. I persist with the stubbornness and I keep on going and pummeling the keyboard, and it’s not a great thing, but it is what I do and I keep on doing it, and I keep on going and hope for the best whilst expecting the least, and the words come forward and I use commas far too much, though sometimes not enough at all.

I wonder if this really is all there is, and perhaps I’ve passed the curve and now all I’m doing is dragging out an end that should’ve come years ago. I don’t know; I just want to keep crapping on at the moment.

I’m also just trying to fill the time and hope for the best, but I don’t think I’m there, but we’ll see. Maybe I will get there.

So anyway, I keep going and trying and I keep racing toward an unknown future and all those things that sound dramatic, but all I am and all I’ll ever be is little else other than what I am now, but perhaps a bit older and more injured, but I’ll keep on going. I’ll keep on striving for tomorrow, for that’s all I can do. There’s little else out there to do and there’s little else out there that I can be, so I just try to be me, but I try to be a better me every year.

Sometimes that isn’t enough, but I can’t do much about that. Sometimes you can but sometimes you can’t; you know how it is. I don’t know what I’m saying now.

So I think I’ll just think about things and prepare for the work day ahead, and I’ll get to the end of it and turn around and wonder how I did what I did, and that’s the end of it and… yeah. Or no. I don’t know yet. The certainty is yet to be determined, or it has.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:02:44

Bit of a mess, which is to be expected.
Wrote yesterday, uploaded today. Why? Don’t know.

Written at work.

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Changing Colours in the Sky

Another recent photo, and not the best it could be, but I think this one worked out nicely.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1410: Not a Great Sleep

Alright, let’s see if I’ve got the magic right now.

Not a great sleep. I tried to claw my way into rest, but rest rejected me and so I was left wandering the dark halls of sleep, trying to find a bed that I could call my own in which to lie my head and close my eyes. All was dark and the halls were endless; I’d go around a corner and it would keep going, then another corner and it would keep going, and so it seemed somehow that they would not overlap with themselves, and it was all eternal.

I stumbled and staggered my way through these halls, hoping for the slightest hint of light so as to be able to guide myself better, but nothing. Sound was absorbed and silence ruled all. I could feel and I could touch, but there was no guiding sound. No creaking floorboard; no shuffling slightly echoing.

And on and on it kept on going, and all I could do was my best, to try and find some sort of reprieve from the fatigue that sits heavy on my back, and there was little I could do other than try. Energy was not limitless, but it too did not run out, but the weariness grew, and so did the need for sleep.

Eventually I decided that enough was enough and so went to lie down on the halls, but the hall shifted every time. I’d tried to lie down, and suddenly the floor of whichever hall I was in was back under my feet. I tried to fall over; no luck. I tried everything, and nothing. I had no choice but to continue to walk.

Occasionally there was some sort of hope, but it was just the dark of the night hitting things at different angles. But there were no windows and there was no light, and so the ability to discern what I was discerning brought little comfort.

I tried to sit down and ruminate about what it was that I was going through. There was no sitting. I could not; I was denied the ability to do so. Continually the halls would adjust themselves and so I was denied further rest. All I could do was stand and walk, and I lost hope of a way of getting out of this situation.

So I continued to wander, and I continued to search, but I looked without hope; it had become routine. All I had was the routine, and I kept looking, and I’m almost certain that in that hopelessness I passed that which I craved, but there was nothing I could do about it as I hadn’t realised. I could only keep on going and searching, and my eyes closed and I kept looking and fumbling, and it went on beyond a day, and it went on as centuries through a minute.

Eventually I felt something, as though light passing my face, and my eyes opened, but it was gone.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:58:01

I think this could’ve been much better. The idea isn’t bad, but I dragged out parts when I could’ve moved on, I feel.

Written at work.

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Roots Against Asphalt

Here’s a photo I took today. I was photographing a theatre performance, had a few minutes of downtime, walked around a bit, took this photo. Found the contrast interesting.

This is my submission into the three hundred-and-eighteenth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Finding Beauty in Unexpected Places“.

The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:

Tina

Patti

Ann-Christine aka Leya

John Steiner

Sofia Alves

Anne Sandler

Egídio

Ritva

Patti is curating this one. The next one is curated by Leya.

I recommend participating in the challenges as they provide a fun way to interpret theme. If not participating, then at least you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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Magpie on a Sign

Last week I went to Cape Banks a couple of times to walk.
The first time I was able to capture this photo of a magpie whilst it perched on a sign at sunset.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s Monochrome Madness for this week.

Participating is pretty straightforward and something I recommend. If you do, then include the tag “monochrome-madness” in your post. If not participating, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography as well as what other people submit.

I hope you enjoy.

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Steve Martin “I’ve Got You Babe” Dream

Steve Martin and some other comedian had to appear on some show. They had to work as they didn’t have enough money, and they had to work a lot.

Someone asked Steve Martin and the comedian he was with to do a gig beforehand, but they could only offer an hour due to the upcoming show, which was fine, and they were going to get paid.

So anyway, they start performing and they’re singing Sonny and Cher’s “I’ve Got You Babe”, and it sounded like the original, and it was incredibly emotional and moving. Here were these two comedians (and there was a third) performing this song and they were struggling to make ends meet, and I was witnessing this, and I started to tear up.

Then I woke up.

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An Essay on Choosing the World Outside Gaming

About a month ago I wrote this rambling essay that I might refine at some point. Not sure.
It could do with a lot of editing, but I don’t plan on editing it for readability, nor publishing.

This was written in one go after thinking about writing something on where I am in relation to gaming these days, and I guess I’m thinking a lot about if I’m exiting the overall gaming culture.

I hope you enjoy.

So I sent a photo of my partner and I doing this pedal car thing to a friend and he said something about having adventures, and it was a nice, silly little message, and it made me think about things, and I wanted to give a thought-out response.

I love gaming. I love how much potential it has, but if I had to choose between gaming and the outside world, it’d be the outside world, no questions asked. Gaming is something that we can interface with and interact with, but I can’t smell the trees or the land in a game. In a sense you can, in that your controlled character does, but yourself cannot, and so it’s merely an enactment of the action of smelling, experienced and left to the imagination to properly fill out the action, and you know, that’s fine. People enjoy that, and so do I, but it’s not something I’d want to live with if I had to choose one or the other.

It’s choosing between two experiential forms, the one in which I exist is the one where I value my ability to move freely, despite my various injuries. I value my ability to engage in motion and move through space and a thin, invisible medium that surrounds me. Gaming presents a fantasy that often is quite interesting in that they seldom aren’t snapshots of a greater world, but it’s a very controlled experience in which the imagination needs to work… which is fine, but the potential for gaming remains there and it remains underutilised.

There are some people who are seen as being geniuses in gaming, but I don’t think we’ve really had one yet. Perhaps someone from Nintendo, or someone else out there, but for a medium that has been around for as long as it has, it’s really good at capping itself on a few defined tracks. At the same time, a new one emerges here and there, but even though video games can be viewed as art in an art form, too often it is that they are obsessed with entertainment, even when reaching for a deeper meaning. As such, they often function as a springboard of sorts.

But then you have developers like Bethesda, who keep failing to make a game, but they keep on trying. They keep trying to build these worlds that make sense, and they keep getting so close before they miss the mark, and it’s frustrating, but it’s also engrossing. There’s a reason why Skyrim is still beloved as much as it is, and there’s a reason why people still enjoy Morrowind. There’s a reason why people keep talking about Halo 1 through to 3, and there’s a reason why people still argue over Final Fantasy (nearly all of it), and it’s great. It’s great, because these are things that have touched people and these are things that people have been able to buy into. They see what is presented and they go further into it all,

I love that stuff, and I really love the Hoenn region in some of the Pokemon games. It appeals to my love of nature and my love of the marine environment in a way that few other games to, and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t want to exist in that world, but that world doesn’t exist, and I can’t make it happen. I can’t put myself into that space; I can only project myself onto an avatar that exists in that space as it is represented by programming. For some, that is enough, and to be fair that is enough for me too.

But if I had to choose, it’d always be reality. I can go and see the stars, and I can go and listen to the ocean at night. I can look at my plants, and I can touch the flower petals, and I can embrace those that I love and care about, and I can be sad and hurt and commiserate with them too. Gaming, of course allows that kind of stuff, but it’s often in the discussion of the experiential rather than it itself, because for all emotional rending entertainment provides, it is a highly linear experience.

But I wouldn’t criticise someone who would choose that, because if that’s how they want to interact, so long as it’s healthy, then who am I to throw stones? There are plenty of people who don’t have the same kind of freedom of movement that I have, and not everyone gets to even choose to just fuck off to wherever.

Two of my friends, D-Man and MB; every now and then one or the other, or both I get to come over to my place, and we’ll just have tea and hang and talk shit and converse. No plans beyond that, and it’s a nice thing, even when the heavier stuff comes up. Sometimes my partner is there; sometimes she’s not. It’s just about being within each other’s company and taking it easy, and seeing where the conversation leads, if it leads anywhere at all, and it doesn’t matter. I’m thinking about how I engage with my friends, and how this small thing is a big thing because we’re just embracing each other’s company, and when we have so little availability in the world, to be able to clear things and make that time and make it happen… To have that kind of experience with gaming… I don’t know if I can.

Maybe the older I get, the more I don’t want to couch so much of my life around gaming, and maybe that’s it. I don’t know, but I know if I had to choose, it’d be the outside world and not the inside one, because the inside one doesn’t speak to me the way that the outside one does, and there’s such limited time. The day doesn’t rest, and perhaps neither do I.

 

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1409: Good Enough for Me

And now I sit at home and it’s a gray and dreary day, and I’ve still a good bit of things to get out of the way. Got a few hours; gotta do things.

So now I enter the catch up period to get this little space neat and tidy so that, once I close it off, everything is done. It’s slipping away a bit too much, and it’s incredibly bloated, but I’m gonna get there and get it to where it should be, get it a little bit further along, and then it all starts and one last year and I’m done. And it’ll be something.

But I really have let this space slide out of view in a sense, and that probably has a lot to do with changing priorities and looking at other things to do, and it’s a bit of a shame. So I’m gonna start preparing for that final push, and in doing so I’m gonna get things back to being neat and tidy, or at least trying.

Perhaps there will be the finishing of thoughts started a long time ago. I know I’m going to be going over a lot of things here. See what’s worth finishing and what’s worth closing off. Work out where things were great and perhaps why they were. Keep on going and writing myself into new corners, and then surround myself with corners so all I can do is endlessly spin.

Sometimes I wonder as to how this place got this far, and really it comes down to a few things and I do know what those things are, I guess, but that doesn’t mean I want to talk about them now. I know that in less than two years I’ll hopefully have shaken off everything and the new stuff coming will be in full swing.

I think of times where I was writing posts on my phone, which wasn’t a fun thing to do, but it is what I was doing on the odd occasion. I think of times when I sat down and created some brief flicker of imagination functioning, and I think of times where the silliness flowed, and that silliness is something that I try to bring back as much as possible, but it often isn’t, and that’s a shame. Stupidity Hole was never meant to be a serious thing, and it is, and it’s a bit of an enduring tedium.

Other, far more popular and successful blogs have come and gone in the time that I’ve been writing, and even in the time this space has been around, and yet through stubbornness and habit this place has endured. It’ll come and it’ll go, but it’ll hopefully end on a strong note. It might not seem like a strong note, and it’ll likely pass without much notice, but I know that, for me, it’ll be the way that I want it to end, or at least close enough, and that’ll be good enough for me.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:18:91

I don’t know if it feels weird to have something stretched out this long, but it’s taken a while to get to a point of certainty and it’ll take a little while longer to wrap everything up, and maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe having all this time to close everything off here will let some interesting stuff come forward. Don’t know.

Anyway, not a great bit of writing, but it gets the point across clear enough.

Written at home.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1408: Race out a few words

Gonna try and race out a few words of non-wisdom. Got nothing, but gonna try anyway.

Listening to music. Sitting. Rambling. Trying to get the thing done. Wondering if I will have enough space and silence to get the thing done. Not really wondering anything. Who knows what will happen from here.

It’s a fine day of misery, and yesterday’s walk was a miserable one too. It was wet and rainy, and a bit dangerous too, but that was fine. It was what was needed at that particular juncture, and so I’m all okay with it, and all that stuff. I’m okay with not having the best of times all the time. Kind of have to be, you know? But this one was nice in its misery.

The waves I saw were massive. The ocean was surging and heaving against cliff sides, and the wind was equally powerful at times. Rain fell in clusters, and the sense of relent was only temporary between its brief bursts.

It didn’t get too heavy, though. The wind was a different story, however.

That’s all there is to say about yesterday. Heavy weather experienced without a jacket, and the umbrella was rendered useless. Just got wet and walked along a bit of coastline and saw massive waves. Experienced the power of nature. Will happily experience again whilst feeling like crap.

Now I sit here inside and safe from the weather, though it’s not raining. That’s alright; that’s nice. I keep on going and I charge forward into the safety of a chair, and I keep on going after that, and all is well and all is good, but all is boring. But I’m safe, so I’m good. I’m comfortable, and comfort is a nice thing to have.

Or… is it?

No, it is, but one should try and remain restless where they can. Comfort frees up time, and that’s time that needs to be used, though relaxing is also a good thing to do. Need balance; can’t go too hard one way or the other. Or you can, but you need to not go too far. Need your health where you can get it.

I think I’ve said all that I can say today. I’m trying to think of things, but I’m just tired and I need to write and I’ve nothing coming out. Should probably finish writing about some things that I started and dropped. That’s a good use of the time that I have.

Only have about two minutes before I need to be back at my desk, however, and so I’ll just probably stop this. I’ll probably go back to my desk in a short moment. Get some water, get back to work. Do the things that I need to do and carry on until I go home and then I’ll do the same there. But we’ll see what the future holds. Perhaps there will be no carrying on, but rather a little bit of carrying off, which would be different.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:16:71

Good speed. Not great writing. I feel that perhaps it’s too scattered.

Written at work.

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A Stretch of Green, Pinched

Another one of those photos that shows cleared land.
Considered a necessity, and maybe it is. Maybe it’s not.

I hope you enjoy.

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