Once apon a time there was a good guy. He was a little smelly, and had bad dress sense, and never anything to talk about, but he had a good heart, and was a good guy. He met many many women, who would all be his friend, but they would never be his woman because they weren’t attracted to him. They’d moan and moan about the bad men in the world, and he would offer sympathy swell as himself as a nice man. But they never wanted him. He was a good man, but he was a lonely man.

Eventually he gave in. He went to the shop and found perfumes to make him smell better, and then he went out to meet some new people. He had many girls say ‘ooo you smell nice’ which got him some lovely conversations, some nice conversations, but still there was no movement in the relationship department. He was really nice, but even with the new smell the women couldn’t see it. There was no attraction there. They’d moan and moan about the bad men in the world, and he would offer sympathy swell as himself as a nice man. But they never wanted him. He was a good man, but he was still a lonely man.

Eventually he gave in. He went to the shop and found new clothes to make him look better, and then he went out to meet some new people. He had many girls say ‘ooo you look nice’ which got him some lovely conversations, some nice conversations, but still there was no movement in the relationship department. He was really nice, but even with the new clothes the women couldn’t see it. There was no attraction there. They’d moan and moan about the bad men in the world, and he would offer sympathy swell as himself as a nice man. But they never wanted him. He was a good man, but he was still a lonely man.

Eventually he gave in. He went to the shop and found some books to make him more interesting, and then he went out to meet some new people. He had many girls say ‘ooo you’re interesting’ which got him some lovely conversations, some nice conversations, but still there was no movement in the relationship department. He was really nice, but even with the new interesting conversations the women couldn’t see it. They’d moan and moan about the bad men in the world, and he would offer sympathy swell as himself as a nice man. But they never wanted him. There was no attraction there. He was a good man, but he was still a lonely man.

Eventually he gave in. He gave up on these women, and gave up on trying and then he went out to relax. He had many girls come up and say ‘who are you?, you’re amazing!’ but by now he was fed up, he didn’t want to talk to these people, he wanted to relax. Suddenly all the girls wanted to get his attention. This made no sense to him, but he found a woman he liked and they got involved for a short while. He was really nice to her, they got on really well but pretty shortly it ended. She had a nice guy, but she didn’t want to keep him. This made no sense. “If i want them,” he cried to himself ” they don’t want me, if i’m nice to them, they don’t want me.” He was a good man, but he was still a lonely man.

Eventually he gave in. He gave up on these women, and gave up on being nice. Very soon after, all the girls wanted his attention. All he had to do was ignore them, and treat them really badly and they kept coming back. He was now a bad man, and it seemed that he would never be lonely again.

Eventually all of this madness took it’s toll on him. All he wanted to do was be nice to one special woman and be accepted, take care of and take her to new and exciting places, but instead he was acting as a bad man and being ignorant and unresponsive, he’d abuse her and she’d love it. All the while though he knew that it wasn’t him who she loved, and so eventually he lost his drive. He was a bad man, but he was still a lonely man. He gave up caring, and lived happily ever after.

“when I find the balance that works i’ll write a story for that”

Once apon a time there was a brave young knight. From a young age he took great pleasure in sleighing the small beasts that threatened his lands. As he grew older the beasts he faced got larger and larger until our young brave knight became well known for his abilities and called apon for many adventures and hunts.
Although highly skilled and wise he was very lonely. He hoped one day to find his princess. On day, on his way to a land far away, he galloped his steed by a great white tower. At the very top of this tower was the most beautiful princess he ever saw. She called him and waved her arms to get his attention yelling ‘help me, save me, get me out of here, i’m being held prisoner!’. At that very moment the biggest most terrifying dragon crawled out from behind the tower displaying it’s power and might breathing flames into the air. The knight was intimidated by its sheer size but he felt no fear. At the base of the tower there were the bodies of a thousand knights. All different strengths ages and sizes, but clearly none were strong enough to defeat the beast. He respected this beast. He knew that it was too big for him to slay right now, but he vowed to return. He would slay this beast. Just not right now. He knew that if he was too late, another knight would come and save her, so he knew he had to find his confidence quick. He called to the princess ‘I will be back for you’ and headed onwards towards the land far away where his adventure was.

On his journey all he could think about was the princess. He was not strong enough to take on the dragon. It was too risky. I would fight for the Princess, but i wouldn’t die for her, we’ve barely even spoken. He chuckled to himself as he plodded on but hoped that he would be back before a braver stronger knight rescued her and whisked her away.

On his way he came across a house. In the house was an old woman, screaming for her life. He stopped and asked her what the problem was. She said a great troll had invaded her house and must be slain. But you’re the guy who could not kill the dragon at the white tower, so you wont be able to save me. The knight stood tall and drew his sword. This troll is big, maybe the biggest i’ve seen, but i’ve fought many creatures and this one i can handle! The dragon didn’t scare me, i just know that I am not ready for it as yet. I shall return to slay the beast, and hopefully before another brave knight gets there and saves my princess. With that he broke down her door and swiped the trolls head clean off. He stool the deceased trolls necklace which would give him strength and he got his breath back. When he came out he told the old woman to tell the princess that he will return, but he is still not ready. Give her hope. And then he rode on towards the land far away.

On his journey all he could think about was the princess. He was not strong enough to take on the dragon. It was too risky. I would fight for the Princess, but i wouldn’t die for her, we’ve barely even spoken. He chuckled to himself as he plodded on but hoped that he would be back before a braver stronger knight rescued her and whisked her away.

On his way he came across a small village where all the villagers were howling in fear. He stopped and asked what the problem was. They said a great giant fire breathing beetle has taken to our town and continues to torch the place down, it must be slain. But you’re the guy who could not kill the dragon at the white tower, so you wont be able to save us. The knight stood tall and drew his sword. This beetle is big and scary, easily the biggest i’ve seen, but i’ve fought many creatures and this one i can handle! The dragon didn’t scare me, i just know that I am not ready for it as yet. I shall return to slay the beast, and hopefully before another brave knight gets there and saves my princess. With that he ran towards the beetle and swiped it’s head clean off. He stole the dead beetles skeleton which he wore as armour. When he came out he told the people to tell the princess that he will return, but he is still not ready. Give her hope. And then he rode on towards the land far away.

On his journey all he could think about was the princess. He was not strong enough to take on the dragon. It was too risky. I would fight for the Princess, but i wouldn’t die for her, we’ve barely even spoken. He chuckled to himself as he plodded on but hoped that he would be back before a braver stronger knight rescued her and whisked her away.

On his way he came across a castle where the king was howling in fear. He stopped and asked what the problem was. The King said a whole army of demons have taken over my castle, they must be slain. But you’re the guy who could not kill the dragon at the white tower, so you wont be able to save us. The knight stood tall and drew his sword. These demons are large in number and very scary, easily the most i’ve seen, but i’ve fought many creatures and these i can handle! The dragon didn’t scare me, i just know that I am not ready for it as yet. I shall return to slay the beast, and hopefully before another brave knight gets there and saves my princess. With that he ran towards the demons and one by one he took their heads clean off. When he came out all out of breath, the King said wow.. i am so greatful that i want you to have my sword. The knight told the king to tell the princess that he is ready. He has slayed the biggest troll in the land, he has slain the biggest fire breathing beetle and now he has cleansed a castle. He has acquired many items that will help him in his quest. Now he is ready to save his princess.

And so he returned to the white tower, many other knights had tried to save her. They all lay dead at the foot of the tower. The old woman came to see the death of the Dragon. The Towns people and the king also turned up. The Princess was so happy that he had returned, but there was someone else there too…

I am the great General Furion. I am the greatest warrior in the land and i will defeat the dragon. The knight had been beaten to it, so like a gentleman he sat back and let the warrior take on the dragon. Right on cue the dragon showed its face. ‘How dare you think you can defeat me! thousands have tried and failed! You will be no different!’. The Warrior simply shouted, ‘But I am the great General Furion! and you are but a dragon!’ and with that he threw himself at the dragon only to have his head bitten off by the dragon. His body laid with the rest and the dragon hid away once more.

Everybody was so scared, but hopeful that the Knight could still take on the dragon. The dragon right on cue came into view and made his scary presence known. ‘How dare you think you can defeat me! thousands have tried and failed! You will be no different!’ The night looked at the dragon. ‘The first time i saw you i was not strong enough’ but now i have the necklace for strength’. The first time i met you i was too weak, now i have the strength of armour. the first time i met you i was under equipped, now i have a great sword! I have never been scared of you dragon, but i respected the fact that you were more than i could handle. If the others did that they might still be alive right now. Since our last visit i have killed a huge troll, a giant beetle and an army of demons. I believe i can handle you now, so now you must die!!! and with that he lunged towards the dragon and took it’s head clean off.

The Princess came down from the tower and gave her love to the knight. Everyone came to their wedding and they lived happily ever after

end.

The room was round and built of stone lit only by the wall hanging candles and the light from the sun through the doorway. Our hero knew this was a trap. He drew his sword slowly from his side as the door slammed shut behind him. It is very dark, but the candles helped him pick out the shapes of at least 30 demon figures walking towards him. The sound of moans an sharp weapons scratching their way along the stone only made his heart rate race ever faster. He looked at his sword, considering whether he could take on so many in such a small space. Should he just give in and face his death? It was at this low moment that his mind finally cleared. All he needed to do was see this scene in a different light. There may be 30 demons closing in and he may be on his own, but he’s not fighting 30 demons at any time. By the time they’re in striking distance he’ll be facing 3 demons maximum. As long as he can focus his fight on these 3 challengers, and keep his concentration through the gauntlet, he’ll sleigh all these demons without breaking a sweat. So he willed himself to forget about the masses and focus on those close enough to strike. He waited until they were on him, and then he let himself fight, relaxedly, patiently, brilliantly.
When the last demon fell, our champion remained unscathed, and not even out of breath. His experience was entertaining.

So after being the first of our 3 piece to note that we hadn’t done anything in a while and our lead singer/guitarist had disappeared, i decided to rebuild the band, but as a 5-6 piece set.

I decided that picking the individuals would be a hard task. What i plan on creating is a small set of musicians, who’s most powerful trait is not actually the music. I want a team with heart, and willingness to play and learn and improve, but most importantly i want a team of characters. I don’t care what network they live inside (be it goth, town, skater, geek, stoner, whatever), I just want each one to be a big fish in their particular pond.

I realise that there may be conflict between people, but if all get together with the music then i figure everything will be ok.

I have hand picked the finest i know, who were available to get involved. I’ll be using my usual technique of running the show under my teams very eyes. This way i can have the lead singer set the feel for his songs, have the lead guitarist freestyle to his hearts content creating blinding riffs over the top (competing against the singer) and have a drummer also battling for supremacy. I have a rhythm guitarist who will have great ideas but a more passive nature when fitted with the other 3 giants meaning that he will play along but boost the others with drive. And finally myself. The passive Bass man who will play anything as long as it works I’ll also contribute lyrics and ideas over the top and deliver the bands entire branding and promotion. I’ll be the nice face that has the contacts, drive and connections but on stage i’ll always remain hidden behind the ‘Faces’.

I plan to start us on a set of 7 covers to get us working together. They will cover all the group areas of the band thus bringing in their groups for crowd.  I’ll test their creativity and vision by having a buzz word in practice, and getting everyone to describe that word with their instrument. There may be conflict. People may give in, and i’ll be ok with that. I have a list of players ready to take positions, and i expect only the strongest and most willing to survive.

I wish for this band to be more about the ‘look’ and ‘feel’ rather than the actual content. I want the people to dance to our tune at their own will, without being prompted.

We will be known as Theo Therone.

Today i’ve been thinking a lot about how to leave a lasting impression on a new friend or an old associate. I went through the thought process of using psychological cues to install an image in their mind so that whenever they come across this cue my image will come up in their mind. I thought about structuring sentences differently to make my conversation a joy to listen to; like instead of I saw a red car around the corner a few minutes ago, you say, A few minutes ago, just around the corner, i saw, a red car (bringing more emphasis to the red car).
So i thought about and played with a few of these ideas during the week but found that most of what i was playing with was within my reach but would need some real dedicated time and patience to master.
I’m sure i’ll get there with some of these skills and to be fair they’ll mix in quite nicely with a lot of the games that i currently play when i’m getting involved and social.
In the mean time i’ll carry on dressing more impressive then anyone else and being more vibrant in conversations then most too. I like to think that that’s enough to stand out and leave a good impression on new people i meet… maybe not but hey at least i still feel good and leave a lasting impression on myself
Any who, in other news i’ve brought the domain name chickchickboom.co.uk. I don’t know why but i’m sure i’ll find a good use for it. Maybe it could host my comics or something… i dunno. As i’m wasting the hosting for never-land.co.uk i figured i should get some artwork on there over the weekend. Maybe get it all on there as i tidy up my mac and get all the artwork transferred over to my external drive.
Kills a few birds with one stone, and lets be honest… it’s not like anyone’s going to be looking at that site so it doesn’t matter what goes on it. These sites will all have a use some day. For now i need to devise useful enough reasons to have them…
What a useless rant.. i should get a life lol.

Hmm.. where to start. I guess my current status will do. I’m 25 years old living in my own house renting out a room to my good mate (and drummer from my band). Still single. Semi looking. By that I mean i’m not walking around with my eyes closed. I meet new girls all the time but lately i’ve been comparing them with the girl I have most affection for which kind of writes pretty much all girls out. I shouldn’t put them on pedestals I know but it’s hard to do when you were always told to never accept second best, and never put up with second class behaviours.

I still feel as though I’m growing. Always growing older and wiser with every day. For the first time this weekend I woke up thinking about all my previous interactions. I honestly sat up wondering if I was the only sane person alive. Am I the last of a dying breed? I wonder why people do certain things, how how can they do X and think that it’s a positive or morally right thing to do. Without putting myself on a pedestal I had a quick recap of my current situation, and decided to give myself some direction by writing a note on my bedroom wall whiteboard. It basically said every time I sit and play I waste valuable time. Time I should spend; sorting my self out, sorting out my house, getting my driving licence, getting a better paid designer job anywhere and finally getin paid’ (which is my way of saying cash in for the hard work and relax for what time I get).

To be fair I believe these thoughts came from when my house mate went on a stag do and I was left for 3 days with the cat. These furry creatures need feeding and that apparently and so I had agreed to sort it out. Well I sat down and played a 4hr online poker tournament and at midnight just before bed I headed up the stairs to be confronted by a hungry cat… whoops. It was a moment that reminded me that when I play or waste time I forget the things I should be doing. Although feeding the cat doesn’t sit very high in my grand life missions list it’s a good representation of how to waste time. Think of it this way.. instead of spending 4hrs on online poker earning a few quid. Why not sell myself or make my new CV to send out to many new companies down south to earn myself even more cash on a monthly basis?

I am my own disaster.

I went through a period of thinking that I needed a girlfriend to live with me and kick me out of bed to get me to work harder. Nowadays I realise that I just need to sort myself out. I don’t know what prize I get for trying to be the best I can be, but it makes for a good hobby. For now my personal ass kicker can be the whiteboard.

i apologise for my pointless rant… what a waste of my time

Well I decided to make the site go live even though it’s far from finished. Consider this a personal kick up the arse to get things going. At the mo i hope to get no messages saying… ‘mr B… seriously.. your site doesn’t work’… I know this… but it still looks better than the last one

Well, we’re fast approaching valentines day and i’ll be honest.. for the first time in my life… i’m bothered by it. I don’t like this because i’m on a mission to take over the world, and for one small period of the year my mind is off target.

The birds are tweeting for each other and doing their funky little dances to attract each other, The dogs are raping each other at the local parks, The cows are taking each others weight, even the bees are flying in two’s connected at the back… worst of all my guppies seem to be at it alllllllll the time..

and here’s me.. typing on my blog. I’m so rock and roll!

Do i put my head down and wreck my life for a short period  though? NO! I’m more adventurous.. instead i’m getting all swankied up and heading out into the towns to do a little dance of my own I’m gonna hit the weights, tweet to a few birds whilst acting all guppyish and offer them the life changing experience of flying with me

Watch out….

When you smell that stimulating aroma.. you’ll know i’m near by

Happy hunting Nx