All of The Days of FLOG 2012.
1. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/book-that-sounded-like-tap-real-life.html
2. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-2-simple-joys-of-putting-stuff.html
3. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/harry-clarke.html
4. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-4-those-flakes-have-got-bigger.html
5. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-5-snow-has-settled-also-100th.html
6. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-6-inspiration-3.html
7. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-7-i-ramble-into-village-and.html
8. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-8-trial-by-cake-juvenile-form.html
9. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-9-oh-you-know-im-good-at.html
10. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-10-my-steam-has-been-taken-up.html
11. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-11-i-not-know-write-how-make.html
12. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-12-i-book-review-and-tell-you.html
13. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-13-bye-car-random-writing.html
14. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-14-cmere-black-annis-stop.html
15. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-15-so-i-was-doing-something-that.html
16. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-16-i-am-walker-between-two.html
17. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-17-i-accidentally-read-other.html
18. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-18-my-sister-celebrates-her.html
19. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-19-second-day-of-birthday.html
20. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-20the-poem-odyssey-of-unreal.html
21. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-21-memories-on-my-wrist-and-my.html
22. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-22-brit-awards-and-rambling.html
23. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-23-40-day-goals-and-short-post.html
24. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-24-ive-been-listening-to.html
25. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-25-bad-lip-reading.html
26. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-26-stories-that-exist-all-over.html
27. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-27-my-earliest-childhood.html
28. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-28-if-polygamy-was-introduced.html
29. http://edastill.blogspot.com/2012/02/flog-day-29the-leap-year-thing-last-day.html
Word Count: 13 281 words.
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
(FLOG DAY 29.)The Leap Year Thing. The Last Day of Flog
I am really starting to enjoy sitting down every day and making time in order to spend time with my blog. Before I started the whole February blogging thing I never really thought about how nice it is simply to write about nothing in particular, just writing about whatever I want to talk about on a specific day.
Today is the leap year what- is- name- thingy- ma- bob. I only realised at the moment of my typing this post that today is the 'proper' end of my FLOG experience. I would just like to say that I have loved doing this. It was brilliant. There was only one day that I didn't write in but made it up the day after (look at the previous posts to find out which post I am talking about).
I have been looking through all of the stuff that I have written, not a Dickens really but this beloved blog of mine was never meant to be that. This blog is not a prize winning novel... it's more along the lines of a dog eared scrap book that has been used a lot and is stored affectionately in a desk draw with a stash of pens and sketches.
I would like to say that I appreciate not only this blog but you, the person reading this for reading my blog... thanks and all that for taking the time to read the shenanigans. Much appreciated. If you happened to read all of the postings then thank you loads.
Blog ole pal o' mine...
Thank you when I am stuck with writing and I turn to you to get my writing brain cogs working and you get them spinning.
Thank you for helping me to record my life like a diary. I have never properly had a diary. I have tried once or twice but I have never kept it up. This is the longest diary I've had and I hope to carry it on for a very long time in one form or another.
Thank you for introducing me to other blogs that I appreciate. It is as if I am connecting with peoples diaries or brains.
The last day of Flog eh... I hope it has been enjoyable for others as it has been for me. I hope people can take something from the nonsense I have written.
... and if you are interested I would like to do this monthly thing once again this year.
I shall post a picture of Sid tomorrow... a person you may know if you look at previous posts this month.
Thank you Flog 2012. Thanks people for reading whenever they could.
Over and Out.
ED.
Today is the leap year what- is- name- thingy- ma- bob. I only realised at the moment of my typing this post that today is the 'proper' end of my FLOG experience. I would just like to say that I have loved doing this. It was brilliant. There was only one day that I didn't write in but made it up the day after (look at the previous posts to find out which post I am talking about).
I have been looking through all of the stuff that I have written, not a Dickens really but this beloved blog of mine was never meant to be that. This blog is not a prize winning novel... it's more along the lines of a dog eared scrap book that has been used a lot and is stored affectionately in a desk draw with a stash of pens and sketches.
I would like to say that I appreciate not only this blog but you, the person reading this for reading my blog... thanks and all that for taking the time to read the shenanigans. Much appreciated. If you happened to read all of the postings then thank you loads.
Blog ole pal o' mine...
Thank you when I am stuck with writing and I turn to you to get my writing brain cogs working and you get them spinning.
Thank you for helping me to record my life like a diary. I have never properly had a diary. I have tried once or twice but I have never kept it up. This is the longest diary I've had and I hope to carry it on for a very long time in one form or another.
Thank you for introducing me to other blogs that I appreciate. It is as if I am connecting with peoples diaries or brains.
The last day of Flog eh... I hope it has been enjoyable for others as it has been for me. I hope people can take something from the nonsense I have written.
... and if you are interested I would like to do this monthly thing once again this year.
I shall post a picture of Sid tomorrow... a person you may know if you look at previous posts this month.
Thank you Flog 2012. Thanks people for reading whenever they could.
Over and Out.
ED.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
(FLOG DAY 28.) If Polygamy Was Introduced To The UK Was The Main Thought..
I am not being serious about any of the stuff that I say here... just lines of thought really.
I had to go out and do a few errands or one today... and these are the things I thought while doing various jobs today.
What would happen if polygamy was introduced to the UK? I have been thinking about all of the countries that allow polygamy and wondered about what it would be like if it became legal in Britain. The main thing that I think would be noticeable about our brand of polygamy is that it would be more modern. For example in some countries you usually hear of one man and loads of other women he is with. In Britain I think it would be different. Firstly instead of just one man and many women Britain would allow one women and many men in cahoots with each... or if you're gay it could mean one man and loads of other men or one woman and loads of other women... or then again if you happen to be bisexual it could mean being polygamous with one man/ woman and loads of women and men.
... confusing.
Here is another question. What would happen if there was a machine in which you could resurrect any dead person from history? Would you even want that to happen? You could get back Einstein and he can carry on with his work. You could resurrect Hitler and actually put him on trial. You could bring back all of your favourite authors and have the ultimate dinner party. I wouldn't mind seeing a Cro Magnon man as well. There is genetic evidence that most people are descended from just one woman that lived thousands of years ago... I would like to meet that woman. You could also resurrect Jimi Hendrix and tell him to write more music. The possibilities are endless. You could rewrite whole history books. It wouldn't be a good idea to have this machine but oh well.
What would happen to you if you took every molecule, every substance, every little bit of matter that has ever existed in the universe and put it into a cup and ate it. What would happen if you ate every single thing that makes up the physical universe... would you blow up or something?... naahhhhhh!
What would happen if creationism was actually real? Existence would be incredibly... tepid.
What would happen if Santa actually existed? People would have searched and found where he lived, captured him, taken him into custody and tried to take all his magic and question him about how he has been living for ages with elves... or they would be asking Santa for a lot more stuff. Also Santa wouldn't wrap up presents in the same wrapping paper that your parents use.
What would happen if the ceiling collapsed and a panther jumped on you? This is a genuine question that I asked my dad when I was about ten.
Last few days of FLOG!!!
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ED.
I had to go out and do a few errands or one today... and these are the things I thought while doing various jobs today.
What would happen if polygamy was introduced to the UK? I have been thinking about all of the countries that allow polygamy and wondered about what it would be like if it became legal in Britain. The main thing that I think would be noticeable about our brand of polygamy is that it would be more modern. For example in some countries you usually hear of one man and loads of other women he is with. In Britain I think it would be different. Firstly instead of just one man and many women Britain would allow one women and many men in cahoots with each... or if you're gay it could mean one man and loads of other men or one woman and loads of other women... or then again if you happen to be bisexual it could mean being polygamous with one man/ woman and loads of women and men.
... confusing.
Here is another question. What would happen if there was a machine in which you could resurrect any dead person from history? Would you even want that to happen? You could get back Einstein and he can carry on with his work. You could resurrect Hitler and actually put him on trial. You could bring back all of your favourite authors and have the ultimate dinner party. I wouldn't mind seeing a Cro Magnon man as well. There is genetic evidence that most people are descended from just one woman that lived thousands of years ago... I would like to meet that woman. You could also resurrect Jimi Hendrix and tell him to write more music. The possibilities are endless. You could rewrite whole history books. It wouldn't be a good idea to have this machine but oh well.
What would happen to you if you took every molecule, every substance, every little bit of matter that has ever existed in the universe and put it into a cup and ate it. What would happen if you ate every single thing that makes up the physical universe... would you blow up or something?... naahhhhhh!
What would happen if creationism was actually real? Existence would be incredibly... tepid.
What would happen if Santa actually existed? People would have searched and found where he lived, captured him, taken him into custody and tried to take all his magic and question him about how he has been living for ages with elves... or they would be asking Santa for a lot more stuff. Also Santa wouldn't wrap up presents in the same wrapping paper that your parents use.
What would happen if the ceiling collapsed and a panther jumped on you? This is a genuine question that I asked my dad when I was about ten.
Last few days of FLOG!!!
Over and Out.
ED.
Monday, February 27, 2012
(FLOG DAY 27.) My Earliest Childhood Memories.
I heard today that Charlotte Church got paid £600 000 for having her phone hacked on the news today... I wouldn't mind if my phone was hacked for that money.
I thought that today I shall talk about child memories. There are three main memories that come to mind from my childhood memory. I remember when I was very young I was sat around the main kitchen table. There was a cake on the table that was covered in cling film and I thought that this was interesting for some reason so I began to poke it. As I poked the cling film I realised that I had poked the cake also and that felt weird. Someone must have taken the cake away but I can't remember much else.
Another childhood memory that I have is that I knew that there were a box of small Mars Bars in one of the cupboards in the kitchen, the type of small Mars Bar things that you find in a box of Celebrations. I decided to climb up and sneak a few then go behind the sofa and eat them. I think I did this over a few days but I was found out because I left all the wrappers behind the sofa.
The last childhood memory is that there were some scissors in the sitting room... there was also a mirror in the room as well which only meant one thing... I would grab the scissors and cut my hair. I think I cut my hair very short and not very well... but at least my parents didn't need to take to the hairdressers.
In other news I have sat on Sid (look at previous post below). He was on the bed and I sat on him so now he is completely deflated... but I will put a picture of him on this blog whenever I can and you will see that he exists... there are a box full of the things downstairs that are going to be sold to raise money for charity (if you have £1 I get you one.
I also went for a good walk today so one more tick on the goal thing I outlined in one of the previous blogs of FLOG.
Over and Out.
ED.
I thought that today I shall talk about child memories. There are three main memories that come to mind from my childhood memory. I remember when I was very young I was sat around the main kitchen table. There was a cake on the table that was covered in cling film and I thought that this was interesting for some reason so I began to poke it. As I poked the cling film I realised that I had poked the cake also and that felt weird. Someone must have taken the cake away but I can't remember much else.
Another childhood memory that I have is that I knew that there were a box of small Mars Bars in one of the cupboards in the kitchen, the type of small Mars Bar things that you find in a box of Celebrations. I decided to climb up and sneak a few then go behind the sofa and eat them. I think I did this over a few days but I was found out because I left all the wrappers behind the sofa.
The last childhood memory is that there were some scissors in the sitting room... there was also a mirror in the room as well which only meant one thing... I would grab the scissors and cut my hair. I think I cut my hair very short and not very well... but at least my parents didn't need to take to the hairdressers.
In other news I have sat on Sid (look at previous post below). He was on the bed and I sat on him so now he is completely deflated... but I will put a picture of him on this blog whenever I can and you will see that he exists... there are a box full of the things downstairs that are going to be sold to raise money for charity (if you have £1 I get you one.
I also went for a good walk today so one more tick on the goal thing I outlined in one of the previous blogs of FLOG.
Over and Out.
ED.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
(FLOG 26.) Stories That Exist All Over The Place.
There is a new addition to the family called Sid. He is a rubber little green chick and if you hit him then he flashes with many and varied colours, all the colours that your brain can process.
Has anyone ever seen or felt those rubber balls filled with goo or water and if you squeeze it then there is this big bubble that forms... well it is one of those things except it is shaped like a little chick. I called him Sid because it is a green chick... which makes me think that he has dyed his feathers, making him a (male) punk chick... hence I call him Sid. I'll probably take pictures tomorrow... I just haven't got any cameras around the place at the moment. He's a green, rubber, punk, male chick... and that list makes complete sense.
There are loads of stories out in the immaterial world of my mind and I don't know which one I want to start writing. I think it is an interesting question to ask all writers about all of the stories that they have in their head. Are all stories kind of in their head to begin with or do you develop stories as they write them?
Over the years I have been inventing my own mythology just in my mind and continued to develop it; a mythology that could be use for more than one short story or even a few novels. I will perhaps write a story properly with that mythology.
Stories gush from people endlessly.
Every single person that has ever existed has had stories running through them, humans thrive on stories, not only fictional ones but real ones that have happened throughout their lives. It would be great if a library existed of books that contained the life stories of everyone that has ever walked on the earth... that would be a complete treasure trove.
Over and Out.
ED.
Has anyone ever seen or felt those rubber balls filled with goo or water and if you squeeze it then there is this big bubble that forms... well it is one of those things except it is shaped like a little chick. I called him Sid because it is a green chick... which makes me think that he has dyed his feathers, making him a (male) punk chick... hence I call him Sid. I'll probably take pictures tomorrow... I just haven't got any cameras around the place at the moment. He's a green, rubber, punk, male chick... and that list makes complete sense.
There are loads of stories out in the immaterial world of my mind and I don't know which one I want to start writing. I think it is an interesting question to ask all writers about all of the stories that they have in their head. Are all stories kind of in their head to begin with or do you develop stories as they write them?
Over the years I have been inventing my own mythology just in my mind and continued to develop it; a mythology that could be use for more than one short story or even a few novels. I will perhaps write a story properly with that mythology.
Stories gush from people endlessly.
Every single person that has ever existed has had stories running through them, humans thrive on stories, not only fictional ones but real ones that have happened throughout their lives. It would be great if a library existed of books that contained the life stories of everyone that has ever walked on the earth... that would be a complete treasure trove.
Over and Out.
ED.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
(FLOG DAY 25.) Bad Lip Reading.
"F*** prison, I'm a party rapper, that's how I am."
Mitt Romney.
Did Mitt Romney really say this?... I think I'll leave that one.
I found an instrument today in a pile of my own things. It was one of those pin things, you ting one of the pins and it makes a sound... it reminds you of the Amazon rainforest, that's all I can describe about the sound. I then found my wooden recorder with cool patterns on it. It sounds a bit off when I tooted it for the first time in ages and I didn't know how to play it properly but if you just do random sounds from it really quickly it sounds like... just noise really... but noise that strangely sounds ordered and planned.
"Get the poptart!"
Rick Santorum.
"Hey Ed, why do you keep quoting Mitt Romney and Rick Santorum, the Republican party candidates that are trying to get their mits on the presidency of the United States of America... why Ed?... why? Hey, hey Ed why... why are you quoting Ed?"
Pipe down I'll tell you. I've been looking them up over the past few months... just because really... and to no surprise I didn't like any of them... especially this Rick Santorum. I could have said that Rick Perry was the worst... you should just see his political broadcast. BUT I can kind of forgive Rick Perry for his stupid views of everything because he is a moron and won't win anyway and will have absolutely have no effect with his religious stupidity and homophobia and George Bush eyebrows... Oh but this Santorum fellah... he's a right fascist.
American politics is so amusing. No matter what anyone thinks about our politicians or politicians in general, I am so happy that we have got them instead of the ones in America. I love Americans and America by the way and I don't hold stereotypes or anything like that... it's just the politicians (and Americans are very welcome to take the mick out of the Brits as well... and they do.)
Also I came across a revelation. If one wishes to self- publish... publish on E Book... saves on all that printing shizz and you get your work out there... let's just hope that Ebooks don't take over from books... which they won't. Also I would hope that the day never comes that no one buys CD's and Vinyl...that would be a travesty.
It is half an hour until the end of the day... on time!
Have a good one... even if you've just happened to fall over and had your face fall onto a cream pie or something like that... or if someone stole your potatoes.
Over and Out.
ED.
P.S-- Look at the title. Type that into youtube... that is where I got the quotes from.
Mitt Romney.
Did Mitt Romney really say this?... I think I'll leave that one.
I found an instrument today in a pile of my own things. It was one of those pin things, you ting one of the pins and it makes a sound... it reminds you of the Amazon rainforest, that's all I can describe about the sound. I then found my wooden recorder with cool patterns on it. It sounds a bit off when I tooted it for the first time in ages and I didn't know how to play it properly but if you just do random sounds from it really quickly it sounds like... just noise really... but noise that strangely sounds ordered and planned.
"Get the poptart!"
Rick Santorum.
"Hey Ed, why do you keep quoting Mitt Romney and Rick Santorum, the Republican party candidates that are trying to get their mits on the presidency of the United States of America... why Ed?... why? Hey, hey Ed why... why are you quoting Ed?"
Pipe down I'll tell you. I've been looking them up over the past few months... just because really... and to no surprise I didn't like any of them... especially this Rick Santorum. I could have said that Rick Perry was the worst... you should just see his political broadcast. BUT I can kind of forgive Rick Perry for his stupid views of everything because he is a moron and won't win anyway and will have absolutely have no effect with his religious stupidity and homophobia and George Bush eyebrows... Oh but this Santorum fellah... he's a right fascist.
American politics is so amusing. No matter what anyone thinks about our politicians or politicians in general, I am so happy that we have got them instead of the ones in America. I love Americans and America by the way and I don't hold stereotypes or anything like that... it's just the politicians (and Americans are very welcome to take the mick out of the Brits as well... and they do.)
Also I came across a revelation. If one wishes to self- publish... publish on E Book... saves on all that printing shizz and you get your work out there... let's just hope that Ebooks don't take over from books... which they won't. Also I would hope that the day never comes that no one buys CD's and Vinyl...that would be a travesty.
It is half an hour until the end of the day... on time!
Have a good one... even if you've just happened to fall over and had your face fall onto a cream pie or something like that... or if someone stole your potatoes.
Over and Out.
ED.
P.S-- Look at the title. Type that into youtube... that is where I got the quotes from.
Friday, February 24, 2012
(FLOG DAY 24.) I've Been Listening to The Pixies for 15 Minutes Now Read Mah Blog!
"To be born into this earth is to be born into uncongenial surroundings, hence to be born into a romance."
I can't seem to read that Dark Tower book... and I can''t seem to know why I can't start it. I've been distracted three times with other books and haven't fully sat down with a full amount of concentration to read at least three chapters.... other parts of my imagination is distracting me from interacting with other parts of my imagination. It's happened while I was reading other books and it is going to happen again with other books in the future I'm sure. It's imagination procrastination if you will.
During my lunch break from doing work today I went and had a bath... people should do that more often.
Who has heard about Tesco recruiting people to work for free?... I'd do it in my spare time just for the sake of putting one more thing on my CV but apart from that... meh.
Before I wrote this blog I began to look at all of the blogs that I had written this month. The first one seems to have been ages ago. I started to create a contents post that you can't see right now (but you will see at the end of the month when I post it) and it seemed to boggle my mind. I was reminded of all of the things I had done this month, all of the things I had done that I had put on the blogs and all of the things I had done that I hadn't put on the blogs. This month has gone fast but when I am reminded of all the things I have done this months I think it has actually gone slowly.
I turned to my sister sitting beside me and asked what should my main subject be for this blog. She answered,
"Parks and Recreation?"
Fair doos. Sister Hannah introduced me to Parks and Recreation a few days ago when she asked if I wanted to watch an episode of the show on her computer while we both drank tea while we were both free. I quite liked it. I quite like those natural type comedies. I like naturalistic acting... which the yanks have been doing for years ever since they started watching the British Office...
Speaking of Americans someone emailed me today asking me to vote for Ron Paul...
I have been doing some of my goals today that I outlined in my post yesterday.
I can't seem to read that Dark Tower book... and I can''t seem to know why I can't start it. I've been distracted three times with other books and haven't fully sat down with a full amount of concentration to read at least three chapters.... other parts of my imagination is distracting me from interacting with other parts of my imagination. It's happened while I was reading other books and it is going to happen again with other books in the future I'm sure. It's imagination procrastination if you will.
During my lunch break from doing work today I went and had a bath... people should do that more often.
Who has heard about Tesco recruiting people to work for free?... I'd do it in my spare time just for the sake of putting one more thing on my CV but apart from that... meh.
Before I wrote this blog I began to look at all of the blogs that I had written this month. The first one seems to have been ages ago. I started to create a contents post that you can't see right now (but you will see at the end of the month when I post it) and it seemed to boggle my mind. I was reminded of all of the things I had done this month, all of the things I had done that I had put on the blogs and all of the things I had done that I hadn't put on the blogs. This month has gone fast but when I am reminded of all the things I have done this months I think it has actually gone slowly.
I turned to my sister sitting beside me and asked what should my main subject be for this blog. She answered,
"Parks and Recreation?"
Fair doos. Sister Hannah introduced me to Parks and Recreation a few days ago when she asked if I wanted to watch an episode of the show on her computer while we both drank tea while we were both free. I quite liked it. I quite like those natural type comedies. I like naturalistic acting... which the yanks have been doing for years ever since they started watching the British Office...
Speaking of Americans someone emailed me today asking me to vote for Ron Paul...
I have been doing some of my goals today that I outlined in my post yesterday.
- Recited the Raven to myself a few times... in a voice.
- I got to bed about twelve... which is about two hours before I usually go to bed.
- The fact that I learnt today that a person that is a 'tosser' is actually a name for someone who does a certain type of conning magic trick.
- I hugged one person today.
- I didn't read that damned Dark Tower book... damn.
- I didn't go for a walk because I didn't have time but will have an afternoon stroll tomorrow.
Over and Out.
ED.
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