Pointless Observation No. 4

I was thinking about Alanis Morisette's song, "Ironic", the other day, and it hit me: if she just called it "Portentous", it might just make sense. But I tried it out and that only fits about half of the song, too. It works on "It's like rain on you wedding day", but not so much on "It's a free ride, when you've alreay paid", which is more like just dumb luck.

So, if anyone can come up with a word that describes every single instance in "Ironic" (oh, and it has to have three sylables), send it to me and I'll immortalise you in the annals of the Pointless Life Ambitions weblog, and there will be much singing and rejoicing.

I have to get over this insomnia.

I'm back.

Hello again to all of my readers. Yes, both of you. Thanks for hanging around, and sorry for not posting. I'd like to say that I'm finally out of hospital after trying to accomplish Pointless Life Ambition No. 1, but that wouldn't be true.

Fact is, life, love and bandwidth restrictions sometimes get in the way of what you want to do. I don't know how regular I'll be from here on in (there's no Metamucil for "life"), but I'll do my best.

Please stand by...

Pointless Blog Ambitions No. 1 **new feature**

Post a photo-essay over several months recording the metamorphosis of a racing mare's carcass, from freshly slain to bare bones.

Call it Blogging a Dead Horse.

Although you'll have to "best-of-three" John Higgins for the title.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 64

To write the best darn tanka about accrual accounting you ever read.

Pointless Observation No. 3

No matter how much I earn, it never seems to be quite enough. I get a new job - we buy a car. I get a better job - we buy a house, throw a party. Still, I guess it's over soon enough.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 63

To find a better work/life balance.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 62

To make a living doing what I love most. Well, nearly most.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 14 - UPDATE

No Jack Russell's yet. I could buy a grey Siamese cat who was in the airforce (third down on the left), but I don't think it would carry the same kudos.

Pointless Plug

Having not heard it, I can't say with any authority whether Paper Moon's new album, Broken Hearts Break Faster Every Day, will stand up to their brilliant pop confection, One-thousand reasons to stay... one reason to leave. I'm willing to put my reputation on the line and say, "probably". These guys care too much to put out crap. Anyhoo, I'm ordering my copy direct from the really nice folks at Endearing Records today.

Still not convinced? Visit the band at their spacious "myspace" space. Er, you get what I mean.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 61

To publish a collection of dirty lymricks, dedicated (of course) to that cursing young man from Nantucket.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 60

To be remembered for something other than my paralysing fear of giant chickens.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 59

To establish to the satisfaction of those present whether the glass is indeed half-full or half-empty.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 45 - UPDATE

I did meet a guy who claimed to be a Nichomachean ethicist, but he ended up stealing my wallet, so I'm guessing he wasn't.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 58

To start living life to the fullest.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 57

To get out more, be more sociable. Try to catch up with old friends. Maybe take up dancing. Or a hobby.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 56

To try to get more sleep. Just not at work.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 55

OK, I'm just going to make one resolution. I resolve not to get drunk and maudlin and invite Winona Ryder over on New Years Eve. Ms jonboywalton doesn't appreciate it and I end up staying in a hotel room for three days.

On my own.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 54

To make it through to New Years day without making any resolutions I may come to regret.

Like last year's resolution to not kick in the shins people who ask me for money* that aren't collecting for a worthwhile cause (e.g. Red Cross, Amnesty International, AIDS/breast cancer/MS/Parkinsons research).

* I made it all the way into the first week of February, then this guy asks me for $500.00 to get his car out of the Police Impound Yard. Sheesh. Gee, Dad, you're on your own with this one. And... er, sorry about the bruised shins.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 53a

Alright then. How about...

To buy myself a saxaphone, learn to play just what I feel, drink bourbon whiskey through the night and die behind the wheel.*

* Although I'd just like to say that I wouldn't want to be remembered as a Steely Dan afficionado any more than I would a Hall and Oates apologist.

Pointless Life Ambition No. 53

I was going to say, "To find a new job", but it seems I've done that already. Opps.