Antimatter

Each year we come nearer Christmas and bemoan the lack of snow. We all dream of a White Christmas and it rarely ever happens.

Back when I was younger, snow at Christmas was the norm; making snowmen and snowball fights, the whole shebang. This is not going into a post about global warming or down that line. What I'm more interested in ranting on is how the lack of snow has affected us. Namely, how as soon as there is any chance or hint of snow, we're seeing weather warnings and people abandoning their cars as well as all sense and reason.

In the past few days, we've apparently had a cold snap. Weather colder than the usual expected. I've seen images on the news reports of some of the chaos it's caused. What I'm so unsure of is how we've come to this situation.

We used to have snow, lots of it, inches deep. I never remember seeing or reading or hearing stories the likes of which I have done. Since when did people become such wusses? Has the lack of snow made people weak? What would happen if this becomes the norm once more and we enjoy more snow during the winter months, something more akin to the snowfall of the past?

On top of this, what happened to those knowing how to take part in snowball fights? I remember having to be alert at all times during snow, an attack could happen at any time. You could not trust anyone, from a little kid to an elderly lady with a zimmerframe. Yet when I try now to instigate anything, I get angry shouts and threats of calling the police.

I mean come on people, there is snow all about! What else do you expect to do with snow aside from screaming and abandoning all hope for fear of being snowed in your cars on the way home. Besides snowball fights are a much better way to spend time with the snow.

It seems like only mass hysteria and panic ensue from snow. We need training camps, teaching people how to cope with snow. Lock people up until they are finally indoctrinated and knowing how to cope. If that doesn't work, then snow down the back is our only recourse.

Pink 'Bermuda' Triangle

Having written a few entries which I've aborted, I've finally finished one to a standard I'm happy with.

It's quite odd when writing. Usually when posting on forums and discussion boards, I say that I have a rule to post quickly. If I've not finished a post about 5 minutes after starting, I tend to abort.

Now usually it's quite easy to do this but on longer debates it's quite a bit tougher. So this got me thinking, do I necessarily do this or is it just a fancy statement to throw at someone. The more I thought about it, the more I thought it was ridiculous. So I tested it out to see.

I found that it's about right, my interest in a response wanes after about 5 minutes. The thing is 5 minutes is not exactly five minutes. I guess that makes my statement invalid but there's reason behind the madness.

I guess it's about 5 minutes of inactivity on a response, when you get to a point where you feel like you are making no real headway into your piece. You've spent more time watching TV, listening to a song, talking to someone on some Internet messenger service, or something along those lines.

Before you start, you've usually got an idea and a general gist of what you intend to write even before you hit reply. The moment where a flurry of ideas float around your head. Generally, I write off the top of my head. As I think, I type. It's spontaneous and you never quite know where you are heading. This is probably the worst thing you can do when writing but at the same time best.

If you get stuck, it's probably going to be an abort. If you've planned, you can get by with the structure set in place. However, with the structure it seems as though you're fixed on checkpoints. Less chance of meandering to some other point you hadn't thought of at the time and may not have done had you not gone with the flow.

Maybe I'm going over the top with this, maybe I've meandered too far and ended up making no real sense but heck I know meandering and randomness is brilliant. I was talking about this last weekend to a cousin, how one moment you're discussing what fine waffles a local coffee shop makes, then the next you are discussing the meaning of life. It's this randomness that makes it so, if you have an agenda set you'll not stray.

So what am I trying to say, what point am I trying to make? I'm not really trying to make any point. I'm not trying to say anything much either. All I know is that I've gone on and talked random stuff coming from the top of my head and not dried up for once and gone to play on my Dreamcast. It means I've finally finished a blog entry and not aborted midway, just because I didn't have some set agenda to tackle but felt like expressing crazy disjointed thoughts which seemingly flow.

Well looking at the time, it's taken me about 15 minutes to write this piece. So I guess the 5 minute lark doesn't quite hold up literally. However, I've not really had any inactivity to distract me. It probably helps nothing much is on TV and Pinkerton helps my ramblings along.

So to sum it up. Weezer are super great, there's not much on TV and I'm good at rambling on. In fact, I'm amazing and I rock.