Waste

I seem to spend the bulk of every weekend at the moment doing very little. And yet I really, really want to do something.

I try to write something. I can never think of something decent to write about.

I think about going out and maybe trying to take photos of something. I can’t be arsed to leave the house.

I try to watch TV. There’s hardly anything on worth watching.

I try to catch up on my sleep. I can’t manage a decently long lie in these days.

I end up wasting my time on the internet while eating rubbish and wondering how I ended up like this.

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Short bit number 2 : a couple of thoughts.

I can’t remember how long it had been since I last logged onto WordPress before yesterday to actually post something. Seems like the entire website has changed since I was on it last, and I don’t really like it if I’m honest.

My leg is starting to hurt again. Not by a lot, but enough. I just hope it doesn’t get swollen to the point that I have to get it aspirated again.

I’m done with people who never seem to be satisfied whatever you do,  who just want to undermine and find fault with your efforts no matter how much you’ve worked your arse off for them.

I really, really hate people at the moment. I’m not sure if those same people like me, but I don’t care.

Bit longer than I expected it to be, but anyway…

Ten Song Sunday

When I first got Spotify, I was mad on making playlists. In fact, that was and still is, the best thing about it. I always like to share what I’m listening to, usually by posting a tweet of a link to a current favourite with a #nowplaying hashtag attached. I used to post a few of my playlists on here too, until I started to slip out of the habit.

Today I decided that I wanted to start posting playlists regularly again, so I came up with this. I aim to post a spotify playlist of ten songs every Sunday. This kind of follows on from the “Ten Songs” playlists that I did as part of my NaBloPoMo challenge last year, which I quite enjoyed doing if I’m honest. Why only ten songs? Because I think it’s a decent length for a playlist made on spotify to have. Nothing against the long ones, but yeah I do find myself getting bored of the ones that seem to go on for hours after a bit. Although I suppose you can always dip in and out of them, I guess. The playlists themselves won’t have a specific theme, aside from being made up of some of the songs I’ve been listening to over the last seven days.

Anyway here’s the first one. The playlist includes:

  1. The Supernaturals – Alone With My Thoughts
  2. Gene – Fighting Fit
  3. Flyte – Please Eloise
  4. Everything Everything – Spring/Sun/Winter/Dread
  5. Editors – All Sparks
  6. Puressence – This Feeling
  7. Shannon Saunders – Bodies & Beats
  8. The Hoosiers – The Wheels Fell Off
  9. Mansun – Legacy – Radio Edit
  10. Florence + The Machine – Ship To Wreck

30 Blogs of November: Day 28 – Nominated.

So today I found out that I’ve been nominated for an award! A lovely blogger by the name of Priceless Joy had nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award. Thanks very much Priceless, I am honoured and flattered that you enjoy this little blog of mine.  Your blog is a very good read too (go click on www.pricelessjoy.co  people – it’s well worth a look).

Being nominated for the VBA means that I have to now list fifteen blogs that I think are awesome, as well as list seven things about me, according to the rules here: http://versatilebloggeraward.wordpress.com/vba-rules/. It’s a bit hard to pick fifteen, as there’s so many great blogs out there, but here goes:

1. justalittlebackgroundnoise.com

2. culturemonk.com

3.  allmostrelevant.com

4. http://janiceheck.wordpress.com/

5. http://andthisiswhyiwilldiealonesurroundedbycats.com/

6. http://bluchickenninja.com/

7. http://thebestshortsintheland.wordpress.com/

8. http://thestraightforwardblog.wordpress.com/

9. http://hotcutegirlygeek.wordpress.com

10. http://frivolousmonsters.wordpress.com

11. http://dearkitty1.wordpress.com/

12. http://thereporterandthegirl.com/

13.  http://jazzybeatchick.com/

14. http://breakroomstories.com/

15. http://pressedwordsat.wordpress.com/

Not going to lie, that was hard.

And now for the next bit. You sure you want to know seven things about me? (I know the rules say so but really?) Ok, here goes:

1. There’s about six different ways you can spell my name. I’ve had them all over the years and I’ve got used to people putting “d”s and “i”‘s in it (what’s weird is that my spelling “Lynsey” is actually probably the simplest). I’m Ok with it mostly, however if you happen to spell my name “Linzi” I will NOT be happy.

2.  Pretty much everyone calls me Lyns. I don’t even ask them to, they just end up doing it. You can too if you like.

3. If I could name a star in the galaxy I would call it Dave. Everywhere else has a Dave so why shouldn’t the galaxy?

4. Just in case we ever meet in person, I like my tea with milk and no sugar. (How British am I?)

5. I had a poem published when I was 12.  I entered a competition in a TV magazine in which they were looking for poems about TV programmes/characters. The winning ones were all published in an anthology the magazine produced. My copy of the book is somewhere hidden at home. I can’t remember how the poem itself goes.

6. I don’t like yakult. Yakult is evil.

7.  People who write “loose” when they mean “lose” are the type of people I’d happily throw a dictionary at.

Is that it? I was just getting started.

 

Brain Dump

Every now and again I write a blog post that doesn’t really have a subject, but is just a post where I offload all the things that have been on my mind over time. I usually do this when I’ve not blogged for a bit due to life getting in the way, or when I have a load of ideas for posts but find it difficult to put a good one together. Basically, it’s just an excuse for me to write a load of incoherent tripe in a bid to beat the curse of writers’ block.

The last week or so has been a bit crap for me to be honest. Things have happened that I am not entirely happy with and it’s has been a bit hard to engage with the blog, twitter and the like without wishing bad things on some of the internet’s more unpleasant inhabitants. I gave up on Facebook as I was getting tired of the bad spelling and trolling that I saw on its pages, not to mention the endless requests for Farmville and some other shitty games and apps. Oh, and the fact that Facebook Timeline is a big, steaming pile of manure. I’m not going to delete it, as there are still people on there I want to stay in touch with (I don’t have many friends on it, and the odd person I have on FB also has twitter, so not checking it every day isn’t much of a big deal).

I’ve tweeted less, but have probably browsed my timeline more often, trying to think of something to say that is actually worth putting on my profile. I don’t really like to post “emo” tweets, or see people use their twitter feed to tell the world how terrible their life is at the moment any more than I do those whose sole purpose on the site is to badmouth and insult everyone. However, sometimes you can’t help but get it out there, and then decide to shut up for a few days because you don’t want people to think you’re a completely miserable bastard and you’re scared of losing followers.

Ok, that’s enough on that. What else can I put here?

All that Samantha Brick business that the Twitter mob was once again all over made me despair. It wasn’t just the article that Brick wrote that raised my hackles though. Make no mistake, the woman is foolish, vain, deluded and not exactly an oil painting (though neither is she, in the words of twitter’s more classier residents, a f****** munter”). It was the fact that once again, people on a social media site were getting worked up over a piece that was first published in the Daily Mail. Don’t you get it Twitmobsters? The reason why the Fail is the most popular newspaper website is because people like you are publishing links to its articles and reacting to them. All the time you’re slagging off the paper and Brick you’re giving them the attention they crave – as well as giving the Mail more to back up their “Twitter and Facebook are evil” stance. There was an article in the paper the next day she’d written about the backlash against her, for goodness sake (probably prepared even before the original was published). They are the biggest trolls going, and they’re getting paid for it, so how about we all stop reading and feeding them and we can all get on with our lives? Because let’s face it, all that tweeting about the Bricks of the world really isn’t good for us.

In other news:

I am seriously considering getting an iPad.
I’d like to get into vlogging again (and do it properly, this time).

I am shit at Draw Something.

“Teenage Blood” by Tom Williams and The Boat is an excellent album.

I’ve been thinking about doing a postgraduate degree. And getting another job.
I think that’s it for the moment.

Liam Stacey and the Right to Free Speech

Much has been in the news this week about Liam Stacey, the student who was sentenced to 56 days in jail for posting offensive tweets about the footballer Fabrice Muamba. While many are pleased that this troll has been punished (his appeal against his conviction has as of today also been dismissed), there are also a number who see his conviction as extreme, and have brought up the old “freedom of speech” chestnut.

My view on it is this: Stacey’s punishment might seem excessive to some, but he nonetheless deserved it. He was posting sick, racist tweets about a person who was seriously ill and used abusive and threatening language to those who challenged him. He had no regard for who he was upsetting and somehow revelled in it. Only when it occurred to him that he had been reported to the police did he panic and give the old excuse that all internet trolls give when they are found out “It wasn’t me guv, my account was hacked.” He wasn’t sorry for what he had said as he was that he’d been caught and was facing the prospect of not only getting kicked out of university, but of messing up his future career prospects. He brought it all on himself.

For the most part, I am firmly on the side of Voltaire on the issue of free speech:

“I may disagree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”

However, there are times when I feel that it is far more appropriate to defend the right of people to not be exposed to language that is inflammatory, intimidating, and prejudiced, whether it be online or in real life. People should be able to use the Internet, and in particular sites like Twitter and Facebook without being subjected to abuse and vile comments from some numbskull who is somehow capable of operating a computer never mind has access to one.

What Stacey did was the online equivalent of walking down the street, drunk as a skunk, spouting racist nonsense that an EDL member would approve of, while intimidating passers-by. For that, he would have also been arrested by the police and likely facing a custodial sentence. His was an anti-social act as well as a hate crime. The fact that he committed his crime on twitter doesn’t make it any less serious.

Ok..

So my wordpress account just decided to post my last post about 23 times, in various states of completion. I don’t know what on earth prompted that to happen, but I’ve deleted all the other posts and everything seems fine now. It was only when I saw how many posts were archived for March that I found out what happened. Mega weird eh?