Pynchon

I can do better than "Well... Nah. Another time." I know that I can do much better. I've been looking at old posts and it used to be the case that I could always squeeze out a couple of lines, no matter how busy I was. These days I have to fight the urge constantly to write single line posts like "Nothing much happened today" or "I really can't be bothered to write anything today" or "Surely nobody is much interested in what I have to write today?"

Let's be honest. When I started this blog a year or so ago I was a better writer. (Feel free to disagree, if you choose.) I think that is the case. I will endeavor to try harder.

I have some hours to spare. I have left Lorraine watching "The Presidio" downstairs. She has had a thing about Mark Harmon for years.

Firstly I need to answer a comment.

Graham. You are quite right. There is no trace of yer Pynchon anywhere on the History Matters One Day In History Blog. Perhaps they didn't like what I wrote. Most of what I've read on there so far is mundane stuff in the extreme. You know the kind of thing. Got up, had breakfast, went to work, watched TV, went to bed. Fair enough and all good and well, if that was your day. An accurate snapshot of that day for you.

My entry was also accurate. Bluntly accurate. I did not pretend that I am a nice person, because some of the time I am not a nice person. Sometimes I am in thrall to my impulses and those impulses can be self destructive, unhelpful and unproductive. I tried to follow the site's terms and conditions. I did not use swear words, or abusive language. I hope that nothing I wrote was racist or sexist. Within their specified parameters I wrote out exactly what I did on 17th October 2006.

This is from memory. I did not keep a copy of my post. (Silly boy.)

17th October 2006 started early for me because I was still on the computer after midnight. I was surfing the net for porn. Particularly porn involving a young lady who calls herself Brandy Taylor (or is it Talore? I cannot remember.) Said material having been obtained I masturbated furiously, cleaned up and went to bed.

I was awoken at 6:10 by my Cat Moon who was vocalising loudly from the corridor. Moon had been taught to vocalise by an evil Siamese called Stalin. I swear to God that Stalin had a voice that sounded exactly like a child crying and Moon was able to do a pretty good approximation of that voice. Moon was vocalising loudly because he had had a poo in his litter tray and wanted me to get rid of it. I got up, feeling like death and disposed of the poo.

Breakfast was tea, bananas and some kind of oatey cereal. The name of the cereal escapes me. After watching the ever dreadful GMTV (Fiona Phillips? Nah!) I went upstairs, had a shave, shower and a lie down for 10 minutes. I left the house at 8:20. The bus was due at 8:30. The bus turned up at 8:50. On the bus I read the free Metro newspaper. I cannot remember any news that I read in the Metro that morning, but I do remember seeing some photos of Kelly Brook, who was advertising the release of her only lingerie range. Kelly looked good.

Arrived at work. I wasn't overly upset to be late.

Morning at work at a Support Centre. Boring, tedious, soul destroying, awful, etc.

Lunch was Chicken and Mushroom Pie and Chips. It was really good, which was a surprise. The phrase "really good" is rarely heard in relation to the food served up in our canteen. After lunch I went for a walk with my friend Bill which, as normal, turned into a Company bashing exercise.

Afternoon at work at a Support Centre. Boring, tedious, soul destroying, awful, etc.

Late afternoon I nicked the Independent newspaper from reception, and I read that on the bus on the way home. At home my good lady (Lorraine) and myself ordered Chinese takeout (Pork and Duck Fried Rice for me and Yung Chow Fried Rice, Curry Sauce and Chips for her.) It was very nice. We chilled out and later watched "Spooks" on the Telewest Teleport service. We both like "Spooks" very much.

Lorraine went to bed. I went onto the computer.

The End.

Was there anything controversial there? I don't think so. Do people not surf porn or masturbate? Do people not change Cat litter? Do people not think that GMTV is useless? Do people not hate their jobs or eat Chicken and Mushroom pie and Chips for lunch or nick newspapers from work or eat Chinese takeout or watch TV?

Well, I do. And that was my day, like it or lump it. A true day. A real day. Am I proud of that day? Not really. Perhaps I could have done something great that day, but I didn't.

I am probably more annoyed about the lack of the post appearing than I should be. I mean, who really gives a fuck? Perhaps Blogger should do their own extract of every post that appeared on 17th October 2006 and stick it on a single blog to get a get a true picture of that day and not a picture where everything a bit dodgy has been taken out? Somebody tell them, will you?

There have been some interesting posts that made the cut. I particularly remember a guy who trained as a university lecturer and had been made redundant. He spent the day writing application letters for jobs that he was too qualified to get, knowing that it was pointless. This guy was 52. A little bit of bleakness in a sea of mundanity.

Anyway. How are you? You OK?

Wednesday I spent composing emails to a friend. I still need to finish that. Thursday evening I watched "Extras" (this series has had it's moments, but has generally been inferior to the first series) and the Channel 4 movie "Death Of A President" (I grant you it is controversial stuff, but it was also quite boring).

Tomorrow I am helping Sister 3 buy a computer. Eeek!

Time to go. I will catch up with what everybody is doing over the weekend.