Fashion For The Faint Hearted

Today was Shopping Day. Shopping Day (now SD) looms towards you like the shadow of an angry Triffid. Intent on ruining each day that has accidentally leant up against it. It has the power to entirely alter the mood of you and everyone who surrounds you. Its evil and sultry ways have the habit of transforming you mentally and physically into a crazed, irrational, creeping, sleuthing, miserly punk. Aha! Punk. That works well here.


I feel to describe SD would be about as interesting as a grow your own whelk contest...although thinking about it probably no where near as stimulating as a whelk penis comparison competition...I digress. I am currently surrounded by plastic bags. These bags are full of things I do not need, do not like, cannot afford and are highly offensive to most human beings and whelks.

However, there is light at the end of the rack. For those of you, like me, who enjoy looking good and feeling cool but rarely do then I have a solution. There no longer needs to be an illogical, grand piano of dread wound around your intestines at the thought of locking elbows with The Retail Witch. Why waste sweat doing something as dull as shopping when you could use sweat doing much more exciting and satisfying activities (we're all thinking boodie boarding right?).

PLAN.
Simple yet effective.

If you can't shop and you can't dress, at least plan which bad outfit you are going to buy in advance. Head down, elbows out, grab items, go home. Get sweaty with a Triffid. Who's the punk now?

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The Start of Something...

Getting on the blog ladder isn't quite as straight forward as one is led to believe.


Blogging is serious business

Blogging is dead

Blogging issues

Blogging is a waste of time

Blogging is for losers

Blogging is not journalism

Blogging is fun

Blogging is not writing

Blogging is good

Blogging is journalism.

After crawling out from under my cool-proof/knowledge-proof/sound-proof stone I realised that not only do I have no idea how to set up a remotely interesting looking blog, I don't really understand what it is.

In it's perpetually 'helpful' way Google chrome finished off my 'blogging is' search with the above ten conflicting responses. Albeit limited, my feelers can't help but detect a smelly aura. An online creative debate that has probably swum around the virtual ether for a fair while now; causing healthy discussions leading to divine prophecies on the future of blogging and its significance in the preservation and continuation of journalism. On the other hand I may have just crawled out of the wrong side of my little stone.

Nonetheless here I am. Starting something new. Hoping it turns into something. Tentatively arrogant and hope, along with Gavin DeGraw, that it's 'something good'. What that something is I am still unsure. But here goes...