Reconception

Not quite the Renaissance of this blog, but we're getting there. I thought I should do some practice in blogging before I announce my full come-back. I believe I have succeeded in resetting my head but I feel I cannot quite yet start making sense of the world. I warn you that the word "I" -if it is a word rather than a letter - will be appearing quite a lot in this post, and I am not intending for this post to resemble anything close to interesting, so feel free to stop reading.


So if you've decided to tag along for the test-run, maintenance check or pre-season of this blogging revolution then you have only yourself to blame for any boredom related side effects you may encounter. I am now going to dive into my head and I shall record what I find when I re-surface. Here goes...

1) First attempt - failure to launch - I was unable to even flick the creative switch of my mind. There is probably a malfunction in the serotonin receptors. I shall re-boot and try again.

2) Second attempt - Semi-hallucinogenic state induced - success! I was able to enter the "happy" zone of my head but unable to translate any of the pure energy into comprehensible form.

3) Third attempt - Full train of thought created - well it seems I was actually able to create thought and opinion, but this is not a complete success, as it was mostly stimulated by outrage. I was able to codify some of the emotion,

"So variety night is finally over, now people can get back to the jobs they're getting paid to do, hint hint Mr Emdon, how bout u send of my ucas alredi? all these 6th formers have been wasting their skl time makin some crappy show, my rents dnt pay taxes just for paid skl time to be wasted! my rentz dont pay taxes full stop! jokes. and how comes they're chargin ppl to come? where does the profits go? i mean where does the revenue go, its not like the school pays for anythin like the hall or neting. i tink some of it shud go to the performers, but then again who chose the performers? the elite of the music department, the big headed, bourgoise who can afford instruments, who think theyre so much better than any of other part of the school because they think think "music talent" is a gift. its not. its just being able to practise. i can read, should i try to tell africans i am talented because of that? should i rub it in their noses? should i run crappy school run shows based on that fact, or a book club?"

Transmission was terminated through malfunction of the rationality matrix and perceived socialist tendencies. Overall I feel that can be seen as a satisfactory attempt at a post but modifications must and will continue be made to my head to ensure boundaries of thought are maintained.