Manmachine201 looking back

When i'm accused of being passive aggressive I tend not to confront my accuser at the time, I think its preferable to retaliate at a later date. It's good to let the resentment bubble under while I leave up toilet seats, "forget" to flush and sometimes smear shit on my own curtains in the hope of causing conflict unrelated to the actual problem at hand whilst using these problems as a vehichle for the actual actual problem at hand. This does not make me a passive aggressive, it just means that although I want an argument, I want it on my terms, I want it to be about shitting and not about the flaws in my character.

This would have been an ideal introduction to a previous blog http://manmachine201.blogspot.com/2010/07/manmachine201s-guide-to-pm-delete-as.html
It might have improved it a great deal because reading back, it wasn't as good as it could have been. However, that ship has sailed and I need to look elsewhere for inspiration.

At times I look to the stars to try to find inspirement and to help with my writistic aspiratings. Anthony Burgess who wrote a Clockwork Orange but if I wrote another sentence I might lose you, if I haven't already.

So, the best place to look for inspiration in the stars, so while walking towards these train stations I so often talk about I looked up to the stars in the sky which were mostly obscured by clouds.



The Pink Floyd album cover.

It was at this point that a gap appeared in the clouds and a bright star close to the horizon caught my attention.

"Cooooeeeey!" said the star.

Being close to the horizon, noticing the stars brightness and its proximity to the constellation Orion, I asked the star if it was in fact the dog star Sirius.

"I'm deadly Sirius, and don't call me Shirley."

Brilliant! A star with a sense of humour. a rarity these days, much less a star that can actually talk. I'm not talking about the stars that you get these days like Matt Cardle, Wagner and President Ronald Regan.



I'm talking about the actual supermassive fuck off balls of nuclear energy which inhabit the otherwise vacuous infinite region of space.

Now this annecdote would go down really well at a dinner party, it has the pop culture references for the everyman. (X-factor, a joke stolen from Airplane delivered by a recently deceased actor, clouds.) The astrophysicists would love the references to Cirius, vacuums and nuclear stuff. I'd truly imagine the astrophysicists would piss themselves laughing at the Cirius joke because its funny.



People at this hypothetical dinner party all toasting my brilliant annecdote.

As well as all these things there are also subtle references to my previous blogs. (Britain's got talent, Susan Boyle, SuBo)



Previously I have claimed that Susan Boyle could be a side effect of the experiments in Switzerland with the Hadron Collider.
http://manmachine201.blogspot.com/2009/12/manmachine201s-uneasy-guide-to-physics.html
The above picture showing Boyle concentrating so hard that she has created a star can't be anymore conclusive in terms of proof that I was right. She is some kind of superbeing, able to create stars and energy draining black holes. she's like Magneto, the Nemesis of the X-men.



Judging by the number of links that I have added to this writing harking back to older writing, I have failed in my quest to be inspired by the stars prefering to look backwards for inspiration. But fuck it, I like to look back. When Lott's wife looked back at the burning Sodom after God told her and her husband not to, she turned into a pillar of salt. Not a pinch of salt like how the bible should be taken with. As much as I like the bible and God and stuff, I like my wife more than I like salt. Plus where is the harm in looking back every now and again.



Maybe I'm missing the point, perhaps its another character flaw to add to my passive aggressive nature and the fact that I sometimes smear shit on my own curtains.



Or blood.