A lot of whingeing and more whingeing

So, a new blog as opposed to my old one (that is rather dead, or rather, slumbering, as it’s still there, being it’s usual self, but quite, oh so quite [mattiac.blogspot.com]) and new is good you know. Although not always, as old wine is better than new wine, if you select the right one that is. An old white wine isn’t particularly good, or so I’m led to believe, which doesn’t mean that that is the case as I’m pretty easily led to believe stuff (this would be when I use an illustration about when I have been easily led astray, but luckily I have a safety mechanism built in, namely forgetfulness, my mind remembers things “for a very limited time only ($3.95/min)”. Which sometimes comes in handy, but unfortunately it’s not always good, such as when you want to remember an illustration, which I didn’t in the previous example, so then my memory’s forgetfulness suited my purposes, but now, when remembering an illustration would be a good thing, as I wanted to express to you how unfortunate it sometimes is to not remember things. I guess I could lie (and it wouldn’t necessary be a lie as I could have done it and forgot about it) so here it goes, something that probably didn’t happen, but that could possibly have happen if a cat was seen driving a Ferrari down Milton road on a Wednesday afternoon in the rain (oh, in case you forgot, this illustration is to show you how unfortunate it could sometimes be to forget things)

Once, when I was walking down the street I met a red haired lady in an expensive looking suit, she would have been about my age give or take a couple of years, and about 1.73m (which is less than 6 foot, as it being 1.82m or something) and looked like someone I’d like to remember. She said “Hi” (which made me quite happy as I didn’t have to think of a response as I normally have to do when people I meet say “Hihowareyou”, with or without a ? I can never know [well, not entirely true, sometimes they stop and look at you with this waiting look, then I know they want me to reply], ‘case what do you say? when people say “Hihowareyou”, do you go “finethankyouhowareyou” from the corner of your month without turning your head while they walk past? Or do you just reply “Hihowareyou” back? As it’s shorter and you may possibly have said that while they still are in your field of vision? I never know, so I start thinking about how I am, and trying to figure that out and then reply, but when I get to that I need to turn around and shout “NOT SO GOOD, I JUST LOST MY KITTEN WHILE COMFORTING MY LOST WALLET”, which is rather embarrassing) “Hi” I said, “I’m Lizette” she said, “I’m Matt” I managed to say while desperately trying to say “Lizette, Liz-ette, etteziL, over and over in my head (this, I’m told is a good thing to do when you meet new people as it helps you remember their names. Not as good as saying their name out loud a couple of times though, but more practical. How stupid would it have sounded if I’d replied “Hi Lizette, I’m Mattias. Lizette is a different name, I have never met anyone named Lizette before, is it French? Lizettee?“) Then (after a pause or a couple of minutes) she said “Oh, here comes my bus, good to meet you Matt” where I replied “Oh, eh, yeah, good to meet you to ... eeh .. you red haired lady...”

And there it is, how awkward, I didn’t remember her name, because my memory wasn’t very good, like, you know, everything is like super clear now right?

Not sure about you but I have forgotten what I was writing about, which is an illustration of it self I guess, and it’s probably a better and shorter one than the Lizette story, which I must state is (probably) a complete figment of my imagination (if you can say so).

Anyways, I bet your glad you read all this and jump for joy over the fact that my blog is now resurrected in new form!

Quiesence!