Sunday, December 31, 2006

New Year

Well, it's that time of year again. 2006 - come and gone, and right now, I have 10 minutes left. Instead of looking back or predicting events, I'd just like to make a few personal comments.
I've had a tumultuous year - ups and downs, and so on. The latter half has brought me so much more than the first. To be honest, I ain't a confident person at heart. I don't think I was born with that self-assured zest. I get depressed most of the time, if I care to listen to that voice, or rather, feel that ocean of misery that wells deep in the corridors of my mind. Yet I have managed to beat it, I have listened to reason, and I am lucky to have good family and friends to help. I have a challenge coming up now, and that voice just tells me that I can't do it, that I won't be able to. But what I say is f*** that. I can take this on. I am sure that I do have the maturity to go for the big one. And that's my resolution for this year: to see that I keep trying, and to make sure that no matter what situation I got myself in, I won't be blue.
This is me back after a full 40 minutes of fireworks in the neighbourhood - none of them mine - and I'd just like to say, coming after a period of so many wrongs, I want you all to have a year that is fantabulously successful and full of all the fun you could possibly get.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Death of a tyrant

Well, it finally happened. Saddam Hussein al-Tikriti has been hanged on the charge of crimes against humanity.
A despot who ruled for decades, his death will probably the last noteworthy of 2006, coming on the morning of Saturday, 30 December. The last few hours were confusing for the world, his location seeming to alternate between Iraqi and American custody.
By law, his death had to come within 30 days of an unsuccessful appeal. However, it seems to me to be a bit rushed - perhaps a desperate US attempt to salvage a result by the end of this year.
Whether or not his death will change Iraq is yet to be seen, but it probably won't: the conflict now is about far more than him. Whether or not his execution was justified is also up to debate - but whatever the argument, he still had to be punished for what he did.

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Saturday, December 23, 2006

Paris

Oui, je suis en Paris en ce moment and it isn't as great as I thought it would be. Yes you get to see the wondeful Champs Elysées with the Arc de Triomphe at the end and the landmark Tour d'Eiffel shimmering in golden ecstacy in the frosty night. But, mon dieu, the traffic is astounding - Manhattan is far better, trust me! It's pretty dangerous too, especially in the little free-for-all at the Arc de Triomphe, where you can never be certain when someone's gonna cut across you. And the people - well, I can say I've met nicer folks. They're not too bad actually. I guess their lives are pretty hectic - you can see that in the métro. I've taken loads of pics already, will post some when I get back.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Hope

It doesn't matter if you fail trying to do something, it doesn't matter if you struggle doing it. But TRY. When one gives up, we let our spirit, mind and body rot, and then we are truly losing.
What the f. I'm neck deep in shit and I don't know what the hell I'm saying. Nice to dish out soundbites like this without paying head to them. Jeez, I'm just pissed at everyone, and what I would like most is to just scream everything out.

Monday, December 18, 2006

TIME's Person of the Year: You!


Congratulations! You've won an award that places you in the same league as JFK, Bill Gates, Bono and Hitler. Yes, you! Well done y'all - you've finally made it big time.
I can just imagine it now - Americans in shorts traversing Europe in shorts and a t-shirt that says: "Time Person of the Year 2006". Seems a bit cheesy - then again, I guess having the Fuhrer on the front cover might have been as well. At least it wasn't as distasteful, desperate and demeaning as the 2004 winner: George W Bush.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

The Polonium Affair

What a great can of worms we've got on our hands. An ex-KGB man dies in London, the Russian government is implicated and it seems the Italian PM was investigated for links with Soviet Intelligence by an associate of the dead man. And all around this, polonium 210, an obscure yet dangerous isotope of an element discovered by the Curies.
The stuff emits alpha radiation (i.e. a helium-4 nucleus) - not too dangerous outside the body, as it has only a range of a few cm and is almost completely blocked by a sheet of paper. If it's taken in though, it's a different matter: alpha radiation, with a charge of +2, ionises (removes electrons from atoms) strongly, altering body chemistry. According to that bastion of knowledge, Wikipedia, half a gram of polonium -210 can release enough energy in its decay to raise its temperature over 750 K ( subtract 273 for T in degrees C). 1g of it can produce 140W of power.
Even better - well, not if its inside you - Po-210 has a half-life of around 138 days. I guess that means that if you inhale 2g of it, you'll end up with 1g of it still in you after more than 3 months. And half a gram, you'll remember, is pretty powerful.
In any case, despite being a truly horrific case of brutality and inhumanity, it seems to be a classic thriller played out in real life; science and politics mixed up in just the right amounts. I guess we're gripped by it for the same reason that we watch CSI.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Borat

I saw the movie recently and boy - I was in stitches some of the time. But at the same time, like other people who've seen it, I also felt a bit uneasy at times: perhaps that was the point? Like, when at the rodeo, Borat was told that he looked a bit like a terrorist, and that he'd better get a shave or he'd be viewed suspiciously. At the same time, some stuff was pretty disgusting - like at the hotel, or at the dinner party. Though I laughed my head off at the way New Yorkers reacted to Borat's greetings, I kinda feel this is a movie I'd only watch again in about 10 years time. Partly because of the blunt, raw scenes, but also because much of the stuff raised is too true to laugh at.

An Inconvenient Truth



I haven't seen it yet - but it looks interesting (rather odd considering who's narrating it). Any one mind telling me anything about it?

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Democrats win, Rumsfeld resigns

What a great day it is for the US and the world! The Democrats have the House, and the senate will end up in a 50-50 split, meaning Republican control due to VP's vote. All in all this seams pretty fair and democratic, the only fears being on how any actual "governing" can take place with so many "checks and balances".
I hope that this marks a turnaround in foreign policy for the US - although it's still pretty unlikely with 2 more years of Bush in the White House. A tight government might mean a more accountable government, if at least, a less effective one.
And great news - truthiness is on its way out, with Rumsfeld being "stepped down". The oldest and the youngest defense secretary (not at the same time) must be one of the most arrogant and despised figures in a generation.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

The Colbert Report

This guy is absolutely hilarious. Worse still, everything he says is true. I love the Report (with a soft "t") and wish I lived in the US so that I could see it every week day.

Bloody Sunday



A dream.

Monday, October 30, 2006

Catch-22 Joseph Heller

This is one of the best books I have ever read.
It describes the lives and actions of a squadron of bombers in Pianosa in Italy during the war. It is absolutely hilarious - you can't help but laugh at the confusing bureaucracy and power struggles in the hierarchy of the army. The antics of Yossarian, the main character, and the group of men you might call his friends will keep you in stitches at times. Most of them try to avoid duty by staying at the army hospital, while a few feel the need to fly ever increasing no of compulsory missions.

At the same time though, I can hardly bear to read it. It's not because of the sometimes complicated plot and twisted sense of time, its because of the overwhelming truth it reveals. Alright, some of it may be exaggerated, but the book is supposed to, or at least appears to me to represent an ordinary man in the big city. The blurb says its supposed to show the madness of the 20th century and how man seeks to get out of it. But the last few chapters and pages are depressingly tragic. After a ream full of laughs, the humour peters out. Figures of corruption, and even totalitarianism come into play, and poverty and suffering get mentioned. In the end, this book is a bit like Animal Farm by George Orwell, or even 1984 to an extent. Catch-22 and "All animals are created equal, but some are more equal than others" seem to be linked to each other very closely.

Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut

I found this to be a great read - a brilliantly written piece of work that captures your imagination.

The main character, Billy Pilgrim, is a man who becomes "unstuck in time", literally drifting to and from different points in a line that describes his life. A weak and odd character, he is considered a ridiculous figure by almost everyone he meets. The plot centres around his experiences as an American prisoner of war in World War II, and the bombing of the town of Dresden in 1945.

The author writes this novel from his own experiences of the war: he himself was a POW in Dresden when the bombs hit. Indeed, he even features in the plot, adding a sense of authenticity to the grim descriptions of the emotions and conditions soldiers went through.

Billy is described as having seen his own death and birth, and the events in between, numerous times. He sees his highly successful but mundane life as a rich optometrist in his home town after the war, the plane crash of which he was one of 2 survivors, as well as his old age, where his daughter considers him to be senile. Also described is the time where he was abducted by aliens from the planet Tralfamadore, 4-dimensional creatures who explain to Billy the way time works. Every moment exists, has existed, and will continue to exist somewhere. The Tralfamadorians see all of their existence, and everyones existence, and travel around it to view the better moments. Billy learns that death is merely a part of one's life, that a person still exists somewhere in time, which is why the aliens have a peculiar saying when someone dies: "So it goes."

Hoping I haven't spoilt it [there's a lot more to it] already, I'll just add that the author use sharp wit to expose the true horrors that war can cause. It's simply great.

Books

Ermmm... well, I do read a lot of these bunches of A5 paper bound together between two decorated pieces of plastic/carboard . I'd thought I'd share a bit of info on what they're about and what I make of them.

Flatland - Edwin A Abbot

This satire was written in the 19th century, as is plain with the elaborate style of writing, which at times can be a bit tedious to follow.

The novel [if it can be called that] has a mathematical aim, steadily guiding the reader into understanding the geometric concepts of different dimensions. Written by a teacher, it appears to me to be aimed at a young audience, as the structure of the plot shows. Flatland seeks to describe and explain the conditions of life in 0,1,2,3 and 4 dimensions, using a parody of different classes to describe the characters.

Guiding us through these complex ideas is a certain A. Square, who inhabits Flatland, a country of only 2 dimensions. A member of an educated class, he makes clear the stark differences between his world and ours, all the while forcing us to ridicule the social structure of those days.

I guess it is a good read if you're about 10 years old, but anyone older than that may consider the tone of the book a bit patronising. Interesting all the same, but perhaps dimmed with a lack of context [i.e. a bit outdated].

Windows Vista





Is it just me or does Windows Vista look look like Mac OS X? I have never NEVER been privileged enough to try any of the Mac OS' but I just can't help going to apple.com and just looking at the design. But in reality, I bet OS X is probably as flawed as Windows XP.
Anyways, do "GADGETS" sound a bit like "WIDGETS" to you, not only phonetically, but in their purpose and use? And the smooth edges that are so prevalent in Apple just keep appearing in Microsoft. What do you think?

Sunday, October 29, 2006

A hike in the woods

This is an audio log of a trip i made recently to the south of the Netherlands. I hope you enjoy it.
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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Don't mock my country


I bet you anything that you want that the roots of "home-grown" terrorists are at school.
The reason why young men decide to blow themselves to bits for a cause that no one seems to understand is mostly likely to be because of the treatment they receive from other kids in their childhood. For instance, they may start making jokes about their families, the way of life in their countries of origin, and maybe even make the stupidest remarks about the colour of their skin, their language or even the very sound of the name of the country they or their parents may have come from.
I know from experience how annoying this can be. I come from Sri Lanka, a fairly large island in the Indian Ocean. How many of you knew that? How many of you would drag up another member of the class and tell you "Hey he's from India. You're from the same place!"? How many of you still would laugh and say "Ha - what a stupid name for a place!" before deliberately making pathetic misprononciations of the name? How many of you still would say "Oh - that's nice" and ask a silly question like "Have you seen a coconut tree?" (the answer to that would be yes - they're quite common and are still a major yet declining export) before forgetting and asking again in 3 weeks.
I can understand the fact that, yes, in the grand scale of things, Sri Lanka is perhaps not the most important and recognised player in regional geopolitics. And yes, India is in close proximity to Sri Lanka. It may be polite to ask. But gee, is it absolutely infuriating to have someone make fun of a country that probably has more civilised history than your own culture. If you keep on doing it, as well as being an absolute bigot, then you probably should watch out if you're in any public place at all.
I am perhaps a very extreme case - I am not too sure if many Sri Lankans can be proud of their country in light of recent events: they are more likely to be concerned for themselves and their family, cos they actually are facing a kind of terrorism at the moment. And in reality, I perhaps am a rather meek character. But that may not always be the case. I hate to say this, but try to be a bit (but not too much) PC about other people's culture. Atleast see what they think about if first.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Communism

Communism, though many would say was a despotic and totalitarian regime which held much of the world back for a century, is still a very defining ideology - cmon, if one nation manages to defy the entire world from 1917-90ish, surely that is worthy of some recognition. It probably was an experiment, if we look at the big picture - humans can't really consider themselves to be all equal: evolution tells us we aren't all equal.
What would the world be like without communism anyway? Less democratic, still imperial, and there would be far fewer countries on the map. Man might not set foot on the moon (if you share the belief that he did in '69), and we wouldn't be able to make fun of an old bearded man in Cuba (although Cubans may not be able to themselves).

Apple

Isn't Apple a pretty cool company?
It seems to me to be the most stylish computer firm today - look at the Mac, the iPod and OS X. The design is full of smooth, rounded edges, cool blue/white tones and bright radiant images. I would kinda love to own a Mac atleast for a day, to see what it could do for me. Especially the Mac Mini - come on, a 6.5 inch CPU has got to be cool!
I even heard somewhere that Steve Jobs earns only 25 cents a year - although everything else is provided by Apple. Still, how cool is that?
The ads for the Mac are just stupidly funny - "Hi, I'm a PC..." - and even the website is seamlessly formed.
Before anyone starts complaining about spam here, I use a Windows PC, and have done for about 8 years (as long as I've been using a PC at home). I'm trying at the same time to use Linux, which is pretty neat itself, and is probably the future op. sys. of all computers. But its just the design that captures me, not the function: it's what I have always wished computers could be. Imagine if it could merge with Linux and become free - that would be a day to wait for.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Can't add video content to blog.

Problem solved, with good ol'enjinuity! Btw, before people start posting, I can spell.
I can! I swear! Ingin...Engin...gaaaaaaaaaah!
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This sucks. When I try to add video from either youtube or google video it keeps telling me that it can't be done - cos I've got invalid login information. It is unbelievably frustrating, you wait about 15 seconds for it to check with the blogger server, and it locks you out, even when you keep entering the correct data for your blog login.
Any ideas what to do?

Monday, October 02, 2006

Fear of fear

I have now got a fear of fear - i worry about worrying about something.
But I realise, that I can overcome this, and I can put it behind me.

Fear is the enemy.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Disappointment and depression

Sometimes, I just can't help but feel absolutely low. Because for some reason or another, I just didn't do what I wanted to do.
Writing this down does actually make me feel so much better. Because I'm doing something now. But there are times when I don't do anything, and as a result, I feel like I'm an absolute failure. Just know, I stopped working on something because I felt too tired to go on, and I feel like I've let myself down badly. I want to finish it off, but I can't because I'm too tired. I should have done it earlier, I tell myself, I should have been more organised, I should have realised. I won't be able to do it tomorrow, as I'll be tired out due to a physically active day. I won't be able to finish it until the last moment, and then I'll really be tired, after staying up till dawn in order to complete it. Why did I procrastinate, why did I put it off til last, why did I do that when I could have finished this.

But what I try to tell myself is this. That what I do is up to me, not up to my workload. That every thing I do is a conscious choice, rather than an inbuilt mechanism, and that if i want to do something, I can do it. I won't fail. It is possible, and I can do it. And further- to hell with the work, what I do in my time to make my life better is far more important than whatever it is someone tells me to do. And that's the last word.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Fear


As I took a break from work and had a minor "excursion" on the pier close to my home, I learned something new about myself.
The pier - as I call it, being unfamiliar with any colloqiual nautical term - is a long, narrow, concrete path stretching out of the beach. Surrounding and supporting it against the action of waves are huge rocky square blocks, playfully positioned like giant sugar cubes, randomly splayed out on top of each other.
People sit on those blocks, at the end of the pier, even hang out fishing rods in hope of getting a decent catch. Today, I decided I'd just sit there and listen to my iPod, while gazing out at the sea. I started thinking, as I do at these moments, trying to find some sort of inspiration, in order to keep me going in life. And I noticed the large gaps in between the blocks.
I realised that they weren't that large - a single pace would have covered some easily. They weren't too deep either, just 3 or 4 metres at most. But they appeared large and untraversable because of their context. A mild wind blowing away from the water and a slightly less than even relief made me feel like I would be crazy to cross one medium sized gap. My heart appeared to palpitate inside me, and my head was full of all sorts of ideas - from "you can cross it", to "one shaky foot step and you could kill yourself", to "all you'll get if you fall is a few bruises and maybe a broken bone".
I eventually forced myself to listen to the one that went, "See? If it was 20cm deep, the same width, and in the middle of the road, you'd jump over it. You're too scared about something that has such a small chance of happening, that you'd probably let it happen in order to prove yourself right."
I stepped over the gap. A bit quickly, fleetingly feeling that going too slow would mean that the force of gravity would overpower my motion and pull me down to grave injury. Or death. I moved quickly enough to cross a few more blocks, though the gaps were slightly smaller.
And I sat down again, and realised, that's what's been wrong with my entire life. I've been too afraid to try anything that appeared to have the slightest chance of danger. Every tiny aspect that could go wrong has always been registered in my mind, and steered well clear of.
I turned around, and stepped over the gap again. Then I told myself, that if the feeling I got when I tried to cross the first time, returned before another decision I had to make, I'd do what I did then. I'd just hang onto everything and walk over that gap once more.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Generation what?

What happened in the 60s and 70s? Two generations of people expressed themselves in different ways, each championing different ideals and "values". The first advocated a peaceful, free, and spiritual world. The other seemed to be a group addicted to either apathy, or to rebellion against everything that conformed to "normalcy". Each of these images and ideals was held in some way by a large number of youth, defining their generation.
What does today's generation have? No cries for peace, no civil disobedience, no anger against some noble cause (except for securing the permanancy of your job, as in France). What is the symbol that defines today's generation?
The internet? Chatting to other people half-way around the world, making friends in countries hardly heard of, taking part in incredibly realistic role-playing games, finding out about interesting subjects. or even expressing their views on blogs. Sounds alright... but is that it?
Maybe the 2 billion people under 18 will be known in the future for being incredibally materialistic, small-minded and feeble. Everyone will be remembered for living in the sphere of their iPod, texting friends about parties, and just coming out to champion a cause only when forced to by guilt.
Sure, every year, we hear that teenagers today are doing so much better than their parents, getting better exam results, and being more socially aware. And much of it is true: students are working harder than generations before them, are doing better in studies, and are able to see and understand more of the world than any before them.
So what? Yeah, people work hard, and they do learn exotic things like surfing and mandarin chinese. But the thing is, they don't have anything to fight for.
Atleast, they aren't fighting out loud. There's nothing for them to live for, no cause to save, nothing that they can care about so much that they all campaign against it. And why aren't they doing it? Cos we live in a culture these days that allows people to just expect other people to do stuff for them. Don't protest, someone else can do it for you. Don't think about doing this, that's someone else's hard work. You work too much. Take a break, hang out with your friends.
I hate this. I wanna go out and do something great, something that people will remember for centuries, something that gives a reason for my existence. Right now, this generation doesn't have want to do anything big, anything massive.
Why? Cos we get everything that's hip and trendy, and we are happy to just play around with our stuff.
I'd like to go after something bigger, an idea that defines who I am - and something new at that. As soon as I find it, I'll wear it on my shirt.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Much ado about Pluto

A body of astronomers has agreed that an object about 40 au away from the sun can no longer be called a planet, after a week or so of media tension.
I like science, physics especially, and astronomy, astrophysics and cosmology interest me a lot. I've read books on the subjects, and other aspects of science, written by scientists. And I check the news on science and space. From this viewpoint, it seems that the media hype surrounding Pluto's "demotion" is a bit surreal, superfluous and ....well, stupid.
If you kept your eye out for news about the vote by members of the IAU, you'll have heard about it being "hijacked" by "Pluto-haters" and so on. People are also upset at the fact that they have to adjust long-remembered mnemonics. Some, feeling that Pluto has been officialy thrown out of the "in-club" of planets because of its size, accuse those who voted against Pluto's planethood of being bullies.
All this about the grouping of a spherical mass of ice millions of kilometres away, that we know very little about, that was only known to humans for about 70 years.
Well, alright, perhaps it is important to know whether it is a planet or not, in order to understand how our solar system, and ultimately how we, came into being.
The best thing about science is that our views can change, depending on the evidence we have. So what if Pluto ain't a planet anymore? It doesn't fit in with the rest. Leave it out ... for now. Right now, there's a probe on it's way to Pluto called New Horizons, and it's out there to find out more about it. If it finds out that it should be a planet again, alright, we made a mistake, and so let's change the theory again. Sure, we may deny half a generation of schoolchildren the chance to have nine planets in their science projects, but hey, it's one less piece of work for their parents to do the night before it's due.

Making The World A Better Place

I saw this thing on TV last night where a film producer or writer said that people with talent should use it wisely. Like, instead of producing a 5 years of a daily half hour soap-opera with just mere entertainment value, using that talent to make a film that really makes the audience think. That's just what I think is wrong with TV these days - all you have to do is sit and watch. Don't think about anything you watch, just look at it, laugh when there's a cue, go awwww when the recorded voices do so and just ignore anything unless it dares to cross your field of vision.

Even the stuff that is meant to make you think about the world differently, documentaries and culture programmes, often make a hollywood movie out of something that may be quite important. Nothing wrong with that, except, the audience just sits on the sofa lapping up everything, but aren't really compelled to do anything. The great shots of animals, people, and nature just fill us with emotion, but do we often remember what the message was about? One doc like that once in a while is pretty good. It stands out in the memory, and we might just remember it during the days we're meant to sit about and tell stories. But the problem is that there's hundreds of them on any of the hundreds of channels, and as the saying goes, familiarity breeds contempt.

Then there's the stuff that really bug me - the films, programmes and channels that really patronise your intelligence, and take the phrase "good taste" to new depths. A bit of swearing doesn't really annoy me. I swear a lot, compared to the people I hang around with. But the producers of these things seem to think that the Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary defines a sentence as a group of words containing a verb and/or a phrase that is meant to insult/demean or expresses/suggests extreme frustration.

And there's comedy. There's a lot of satire and stuff around, but also a lot of slapstick. A balance of the suff is good. But again, there's too much of it sometimes. And we forget why it was funny in the first place.

I've just mentioned a few of the things that are on the box these days, feeling quite sure there's a lot more on TV that shouldn't be. The fact is, TV is a powerful medium cos a) almost everyone's got one, and b) it is visual, and stuff that's visual is pretty ... effective. And used in the right way, by the right people, it could get everyone to do something that makes the world a much better place to respire, excrete, respond, feed, grow etc. in. But, as everyone else in the world will be trying to tell me, a lot depends on the people who watch it. You can't blame everything on the guys on the other side of the screen. Viewing habits need to change. So next time something that isn't worth your attention is on, turn it off. Cos then they'll really know what you, and the world, deserve.

Cricket

Well, what can I say? 'Cept that I don't like cricket .... I love it-er! Well, I did. Or I do. I'm not sure now. I love the wickets and the teamwork and the applause and all. But sometimes when I play, or rather, every time I play, the dream ends up horribly wrecked - smashed up into pieces, or, ironically, hit for 6.

Why? Well, being a bit - okay, quite a bit - unskilled in all 3 disciplines doesn't help that much. Being a bit of a sprinter, I can run to field balls now and then, but even that goes a bit wrong cos I can't return the ball with power. i.e, my throwing is weaker than a baby's (but then again, they can throw rattles with the strength of an adult shot-putter, so the comparison is a bit distorted).

Bowling - well, I'd like a few chances to do so, but then again, I feel I could muck up the entire course of the match with a 6-ball run fest. And there are a few champion bowlers in this side, believe me. Real skill.

That leaves batting. Well, the less said the better. Maybe it's my bat, which I love for it's sweet touch, and light weight. But maybe I have to grow a couple of inches more to really use it. But that's just beside the point. I can't strike the ball hard enough, or move my feet quickly enough. Highest score of ... 6 ( though it should have been seven had the fielding side been honest about a boundary). I don't get onto the front foot fast enough, or rather, I just keep my feet wide enough to be in a sort of ambiguous forward/backward stance. And worse, I just ... block. That's all. No aggresion or imagination.

Well, worse than the feeling you get from continual underacheivement, is the feeling that you don't fit into the team, or that you aren't helping them at all. And basically, I guess I feel this most of the time. So, it's not very easy to keep things in focus.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Beginning

Well, what am I supposed to do right now? I'm trying to get to work, but nothing really gets me going. I'm either afraid of failure, or too lazy to do all the sweat-breaking stuff. I hope writing here helps. I might swap language somewhere here, cos I want to. Wow. There is NO privacy these days are there?
I just want to make a difference somewhere, somehow.