The Rain

If I were the rain

I would fall only in the night

Coating only those

Who walk without light

Bind together our minds

Our hearts

Our fears

Because to onlookers

I would look like their tears

The day can only be

As warm as the sun lets it

Though the night is as warm

As the people who understand it

Who respect it

Those who appreciate the beauty of the darkness

They are those

Who see the falling drops

Not as a force of destruction

Not as a force of corruption

Not as a force of reduction

But a force of division

One that divides the Earth from Sky

Light from Dark

Good from Evil

These are the people

Whom would understand me

If I were the rain.




Its been a long time since I tried writing poetry.

Looking back, the last time I actually gave it a proper go was about three years ago, and they were all depressing and and a bit dreary.

The issue I take is that poetry has such a wide variety of forms, and, despite the fact that I studied poetry in various forms for about a year back when I was still in school, I still find it strange.

For me and my simple mind, when I read poetry I expect it to have a set flow and rhyming pattern to it, You know, Like A,A,B,B or A,B,A,B something like that. (I’ll skip the obvious ABBA joke)

As a result of my simplicity, almost every poem that I have previously attempted to write, bar maybe one, has adhered to one of the really basic rules.

However with today’s I attempted to break through the barriers I put before myself.

Truth be told, even though I am rather pleased with the end result, I think I will stick to what I so far enjoy doing, and get the impression I am getting better at.


Be they for my short stories, longer stories, posts or even the Webcomic I want to start on soon, I always have ideas for something or other flowing through my mind.

I think what stemmed the thoughts behind the poem I wrote today was a feeling of loneliness. Well, actually not loneliness so much, I’ve grown used to being solitary, but I think the fact I feel this true wanting to do this webcomic idea, but being unable to draw properly, or use computer drawing software at all really, puts me in a bit of a bind, what’s the use of having the creative juices if they are unable to flow?

Of course, having the ability to write is incredibly useful, but when it comes to story writing, I’m usually lacking on the plot, I mean, I’m great with developing characters and working out the small details, but I guess its something I need to work on.

I think I’ll put up the poem as a separate post, it seems like a more sensible thing to do.

That’s all.


I Drink Warm Liquids

Yesterday I went out an bought 1500 Tea-bags.

Feeling thirsty, I had filled the kettle and waited as it boiled. Then, once it had done, gone and fetched my mug. It was at this moment that I came to the realisation that we actually had none, so I went down to the shop for a browse.

Now one thing that I, like most others, am aware of, is that bulk-buying makes for cheaper long term purchases, so I started looking at the larger packets.

As I looked, I think for the first time I realised just how many brands there were, most of which I have had before and liked, so I became unsure as to how to decide.

Eventually I made the decision to just buy all the ones I liked, which resulted in four different packets, and four different brands.

At this point I became slightly curious as to just how many I had in my basket, I calculated that I held 1420.

I think at this point I just felt like pushing the boundaries a bit further, and searched for a pack with 80 in. And quickly found it, on offer, an absolute bonus.

Today I began to ponder over how long these would last, and started to consider how many I would use a day. It became quite difficult to judge, as I drink less on days when I am working, (obviously) so had to ponder over the average.

On a typical morning I have three cups before going to work, but then, depending on what time I finish, I could have anywhere between only two more, or possibly up to five.

So I set an average of seven per day, for myself alone. taking into account how much is drank not by me, I gave a quick estimate and rounded up to eleven per day.

1500 at 11 per day comes to about 135, which means about 19 or so weeks. so I expect to have to restock about halfway though June, or there and there abouts.

So I suppose I will give an update on the Tea situation around then.

For now, I have nothing else to add to the story.



Rambling Racist Erotic Doodles

This post will contain none of the things listed above.

I only call it that because a friend of mine jokingly said he would not look at this site if it contained any of those. And as of yet, it doesn’t.

I acknowledge quite openly that I ramble, sometimes I have nothing to say at all, yet at others I can talk for hours, sometimes without actually saying anything.

Part of what makes this so great is I can keep on typing, not having to worry about word counts, not having to worry about deadlines, I work at my own speed, setting my own pace, and thinking about what I want to. And what makes it even better is that even if someone does winding up reading this, I have already spoken.

On this page, my word is law.

I feel like I want to clear the air slightly, while I know full well that I am by no means racist, and have no intention of ever being so, the anonymity can sometimes work against me, as the people out there don’t know me, so for the record, I am not.

And while I do like to doodle, I always carry my notebook around with me, after all, you never know when inspirartion will strike, none of the doodles I have done have ever been Erotic (and nor for that matter, are any of the pictures I drew with intent)

Most of my doodles are story related, I get an idea for something I am working on, and if I think it will help to do a quick diagram to help me remember, I will do so. I have maps of various lands I designed, drawings of buildings, aircraft and even a couple of dragons jotted about. Although these days my focus is more on the tails.

One page in one of my (many) notebooks is just coated in pictures of human faces, as at the time I was experimenting with different hairstyles for my characters and wanted to try to help visualise them. It seemed no matter how hard I tried to draw a female face, it just ended up looking like an effeminate man, though still distinctly male. So when I took advice on how to make the face more female, they just ended up looking like weird transvestites.

In the end I gave up.

Bleach inspired swords with wings, designs for airship/helicopter blends, drawings of rooms, anagrams, my notebooks are just overfilled with the most confusing drivel. I attempted at one point to convert all my notes to newer and less tattered notebooks in a more organised manner, that fell though pretty quickly when I realised copying over sketches wasn’t going to work.

Anyway the picture below is the Bleach inspired doodle I found in one of my older notepads. I cant remember what I named my zanpakuto, but it will probably come to me eventually.

I lied in the first line.



Uniquely Sexual?

I lost this blog for some time.

About a year I think. I set it up, and then forgot about it, and then when I remembered, I wasn’t entirely sure what I had named it nor which site I had used. Clever Huh?

The other day I was explaining to a friend how my carelessness and general stupidity allowed me to forget about the site, he asked me the question that, in reality, I have no idea why I didn’t ask myself. “Why didn’t you just type the title into Google?”

Now I admit that I had forgotten about the ‘Ramblings’ part, though I remembered the word ‘Uninventive’ (obviously)

Then I told him my, I don’t know what you call it, a subtitle? subtext? I have no idea what its called. Anyway I told him what it is. “The strange thoughts and ramblings of a Dirty-Blonde Bagging machine.” And he laughed, stating that be it intentional or not, it sounded strangely sexual.

Just to clear the air slightly, it was not an intentional thing, and to be honest even after he explained it to me I still don’t see it.

He elaborated that the combination of the words ‘Dirty’ and ‘Bagging’ coupled with the ‘Blonde’ and ‘Machine’ gave the sentence a weird edge.

All right I admit it a little, I can kind of see where he is coming from, I suppose when you hear it, it sounds slightly different to when it’s written down? I don’t know.

But, for the record, I used that title because its the name a friend at work gave me once. My hair being a Dirty-Blonde colour while a part of my job involves the delivery and preparation of bags, thus, ‘Bagging Machine’

Admittedly I don’t like to think of my hair colour as ‘Dirty’ but as an overall title it seems to work, so I will live with it for the present time.

Or at least until I forget about this site again.



Today at work I got really worked up over this word.

Due to the tired state of mind I was in, as this was my twelfth day at work in a row and I was close to the end of my shift, I was having a lot of difficulty forming contingent words.

In an effort to explain myself, I tried to say to one of my colleagues that I was struggling to be intelligible. Thus starting a short series of events in which two of them looked at me in an incredibly confused manner, as I desperately tried to actually say the word properly.

A bigger issue arose when I did actually manage to say the word, but because I had been trying so hard to say it, that when I spoke the word out, in my head it didn’t sound right, no matter how I pronounced it.

I then became incredibly flustered as I desperately tried to say the word properly, this wound up prompting laughter from the two colleagues that were there, neither of which seemed to know the proper pronunciation of the word, nor did they seem to have actually heard of the word before. Unfortunately and inevitably this flustered me more, which only served to prompt more laughter from the both of them.

One of them then made the rather wise suggestion that I should put the thought aside and forget about it for the time being, and it would be liable that the word would come to me later. I fought the suggestion for a few moments, but reluctantly agreed.

Unfortunately, stubborn as I am, the next person I saw I almost immediately asked. However this only prompted another confused look and admission that they also had no idea what I was talking about.

I think it was as this point I was asked if I was utterly confident the word was actually real, and not something I had made up.

Considering the sheer amount of words I have made up for things I have written in the past, i did consider the thought. But my stubbornness pressed on and I argued back that I knew I was right. (Great argument I know)

Eventually I left the department to run a quick errand, and on the way back convinced myself to quickly look the word up, and discover that, to my delight, the word was indeed real, and that I had been pronouncing it correctly the entire time. (I admit the last part was a little annoying.)

When I made it back to the others for some reason I felt this weird need to gloat a little, to prove to them that I was in fact not insane. I was eventually told to ‘Chill’ so I made a ‘Brrrr’ noise.

While I believe most of what was said was done in good humour, looking back I feel now I may have come across a little more aggressively than I meant to. So tomorrow I will make sure I apologise about that.

I may have an ego problem.