Monday, June 29, 2009

cliVus' daily ramble - Energy managment.


Welcome to my ramble of today.

Today’s ramblings will be focusing on energy management, in particular the wastage of energy. You, the reader, may be thinking 'here we go another environmentalist dick-sneeze who wants to tell us how to think'. Well you would be wrong, today I am looking at the wastage of the energy of your life.

Here’s the low down. You eat, you gain energy, you walk, you use energy. Your energy is a finite resource and you have to allocate it wisely. You must know that someday you are going to die. Until you know that, you are useless. For example perusing goals that may prove fruitless is a waste of energy, unless you require time, and thus energy, to find out that these goals are fruitless. Be it that job that goes nowhere, that girl or guy you are seeing who you can barely tolerate or that uni course that seems somewhat dull and vague. All these things should be considered for their value and perhaps reallocate your pursuits elsewhere.

So throughout the day you are presented with choices, do I go out drinking with my friends, do I exercise, do I stay back at work and do overtime, do I ask that particular someone out, or do I read the newspaper? All could be good or bad choices, depending on the situation and your outlook. They could have distant or immediate positive results. What you have to weigh up is how positive, and how long will it take you to reach the result.

That university degree might take four years to obtain, but when you become a suit climbing the corporate ladder and rolling in money you look back and see that was four years of correctly managed energy. Or after three years you could have dropped out and be writing some crap-ass guide on how to correctly manage your time.

That date you go on may lead to marriage and a family, or some hot summer romance, either or both could be good or it could lead to you waking up in some dark alley with no pants, a throbbing headache and a sharp pain where your kidneys used to be. They key is to work out if your expenditure of energy is being beneficial to your life goal or not. If not abort said activity and do something else.

The moral of the story is manage your energy correctly, and have a goal. Try and reach your goals the quickest way you can. However that doesn’t mean lock yourself in a room and study your face off, or work twelve hour shifts at work. It means enjoy what you do, and do it well. If you don’t enjoy something, don’t do it.

This rambling was brought to you from the inspirational numbingness of Bundaberg Rum, chosen beverage of the bogan and socially inept.




Tuesday, April 28, 2009

What's wrong with the world?

Hello people of the interwebernets, I mean you no harm.

So this is my inaugural post and to get to this stage was a journey enough.

First hurdle: Web Name

It is surprisingly hard to think of something that will pretty much summarize who you are to people who have and probably will never meet you. Many things were ruled out.

Porno-holocaust
Brug
Devoltuion
Robrug

So in my desperation I turned to iGod. He didn't help much.

So I decided on X, where X = A good web name.

Next Hurdle: What do I have to say that people want to hear?

... nothing,

generally.

So when I was looking for a name I found something that quite shocked me. I was searching hat pokemon (don't ask why, its long and convoluted) and I came across something that destroyed my general view on things, pokemon porn.

How can searching google for hat pokemon bring up porn? It raises some fundamental questions about the human psyche I won't even ask.

So basically my thought train permanently derailed and I can't think of anything to say but the journey of thinking of things to say.

That is all.


CliVus

Sunday, April 26, 2009

a purposely inauspicious start

ATTN: Surly counter people, located everywhere I bought something today.

I have worked (and still work) behind counters! I understand your pain! HOWEVER: even though it is a lovely day outside, you still have to at least pretend to smile. Otherwise assholes like me will notice your surliness, fake a ridiculously over-the-top sunshine-y attitude, and annoy you so much that you become even more surly.

Although, in some places the surliness is almost endearing. Almost. For example, if I want a sandwich, I get it from the horrible screeching lady at the nearby independent sandwich shop, instead of Subway. There's just something about her deliberate inattention to the menu, the slapped-together leakiness of the sandwiches, something that keeps me coming back for more.

also, I should add: hello, world.

-booker

A practical discussion on the behaviour of fireflies

Hazzah First post.

So this is the beginning of a blog eh? We've spent how many years on the internet without doing this, why?

Now I think the cause behind this is my inherent backwardness. This condition allows be to strive to do new things, only in reverse. Let me explain..

Twitter, that thing. The thing that you do when you want to ignore people, or if you want to look like you are talking to friends (but you aren't really). That started it all, for me at least, and from micro-blogging I've moved up to blogging. Next will perhaps be weblogging (wiki that I dare you) followed by a diary of some type.

It's going to be one hell of a journey, are you excited? Well you should be, otherwise why are you here? Ok, so there are a hundred reasons to be here most of them not exciting but I choose to invent my own image for the mysterious being known as 'the reader'.

So 'the reader' aka Sean Connery during the filming of the 1964 film Goldfinger. Would you agree this is the most random way to start a blog? Is this blog going to work? Will my co-writer turn this into an indie music site and have his loyal followers fill the comments pages with names of bands I don't know (yes)? Do I need to go to sleep so I can show up to work on time tomorrow?

In time I hope the answers to these questions will be a strong and resounding

maybe.

Zing

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