New Pome!

Here is a new pome (n. A poem which the author does not consider high brow enough to be considered a poem) what I wrote!

I don’t usually do a new blog post for every new piece of writing I put on the site but today is a special day (i.e I probably should post more often to give this blog a semblance of life, and this is a good excuse to do so.)

The pome is called I Think I’m The Bad Guy and it is superserious.

Now I can just post it on Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, MySpace, Reddit… And I will be a marketing guru!


Does everything have to be so black and white that someone can legitimately say “You’re either with us or you’re against us” and mean it? Racist_sheep

You’re either an egalitarian or a racist; an activist or sexist; an animal-killer or a member of PETA; religious or atheist. Far too often there is little understanding of the halfway.

I’m concerned about this because of my current religious dilemma. It would seem that I have supposedly pledged allegiance to two sides of a battlefront.

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People are not consistent

People are not consistent. Characters in stories are consistent, but only because if a character was as inconsistent as a real person, the audience would Bob Kelso took a number of seasons to become complicatedcomplain that the character was not well developed.

The annoyance to come from this is that a lot of our influence, our social information on how we should act, comes from media. And by media I don’t just mean movies and TV, I mean books, music, comics, YouTube and every way in which a story can be told.

Because of this, we develop a persona. We ‘create’ our own character,  and then we strive to portray this character in our day-to-day lives.

I have recently had the challenge (and the pleasure) of getting to know new people, and the question that has risen numerous times is “Is this person getting to know the real me?”

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Begs, Allow I 2 Ranting Bout Grammar

Translation: Please, allow me to rant about grammar.

hmmmm-i-disagrees-with-your-theories (143x200) Not a rant as such, but a hopeful advisory notice for those who do not know how to speak (or write) the beautiful English language.

My reasons for disliking the misuse of the language are many:

Firstly, English is a language. Language is a form of communication. If you are not speaking the language correctly, then the intended receiver of your message is instead receiving utter nonsense and a headache.

Unless, in the case of special discourses (lolcat, txtspk) the receiver is also fluent in this language. Then you may “Can I has” all you like, all day long.

The problem comes when someone is attempting to communicate a complicated message to someone outside of the discourse of their language. For example:

I can has life? I r livin? I r thinkin, therfor I is! It simpel!

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Death of the Author (And May He Stay That Way)

Picture 007 (200x150) I am currently going through my previous blog posts, so as to assign some tags to them. Prior to this, most of them were listed under the phenomenally useful “Uncategorized” category, or the deceivingly non-descriptive “General Posts” category.

General Posts. How can a post be a General Post? This thought amused me for a moment or two before I moved on to the next, far more interesting one.

If a post is about nothing, then it cannot be a post, can it?

General Posts, for me, was originally just a category to click at the last minute after having written a post and strongly disliking the concept of having a plethora of “Uncategorized” posts.

(The quotation marks are there because I am using the American spelling. I do not wish to confuse those who see the word “colour” in the same page as “Uncategorized.”)

In a few posts, I found some sentences which I would have liked to have written better. Some were linguistically iffy, some were grammatically stupid.

After a small amount of thought (that is, after all, the amount I am capable of without tangenting… er, where was I? Oh yes.) I decided that I would not, in fact, change them to the newer, grammatically superior wordings.

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Welcome back, says I, to the wonderous blog of the Maddened One.

I have missed out on writing in this blog for a while, for a few reasons.

1. Lethargy.
(Subtext) I really didn’t have much to write, and not much energy or time with which to write it.

2. Better things to do.
(Subtext) Halo 3 came out, as well as the Orange Box. I bought both. I have been hard-pressed for time with which to both play Xbox 360, check my (all-important) Facebook and MySpaces, and juggle accountings.

3. on hiatus.
(Subtext) A mixture of the above caused an outage in new content to post on, so I stopped updating. This, in turn, meant that I was not as often reminded of the existence of my blog.

And now, I return. No promises on when I’ll post again, but this is one post I will post.

For your reading enterjoyment, an excerpt from the commonly used textbook, “English in Context” by L. R. Oliver.

Furvbay – The day in which we most commonly receive funds from our jobberies. Also the penultimate day of our working week.
Frybay – A day in which the closeness of the weekend is celebrated, and in tiredness from the remainder of the week we make mistakes we must then worry about over the following two days.
Fapperbay – A day spent first in recovering from a night of heavy drinking the previous night, secondly in reminding ourselves of the worries we were drinking to forget, and thirdly in accumulating the well known “Funbay Hangover”
Fumbay – A day occasionally spent in recovering yet again from the late night previously undertaken, but occasionally used in abusing our own sleep patterns in order to go to a holy place and mutter at other recoverers. Also the day of cleaning.
Mungbay – The much dreaded day in which we must be faced with the incoming week of hard work and too much effort, preparing ourselves for the amassing of further worries.

-Excerpt from the Section “Understanding people with their mouths full – Days of the Week”

I have been transferred into a Casual position in my current retail job, which basically entails me working for 12 hours a week and earning shit-all. The up-side of this, however, is that I will have a lot more time and energy with which to write a bit more for, or at least gather myself up for the following few weeks. In about two weeks time, I will be moving house, listed as one of the great stress-givers of Western Civilisation.

The other, a bit behind a death in the family, is being unappreciated at your workplace. I won’t go into this.

But as for the now, I think I’ll just sit back and enjoy my weekend, perhaps spending my entire Fapperbay playing Halo 3 and writing. That would be fun.

I shall see you later,

The Maddened One.


Just in case you don’t know, TGIF means “Thank God It’s Friday.” And the reason I said that, just in case you’re braindead, is that it is in fact Friday. I’m still at work, but we get an early mark on Fridays, and the atmosphere of “Last Day of Week” is there.

I’ve been playing a bit of Counterstrike Source recently. I am in a CS:S clan named “nciac.” The story behind nciac is an interesting one.

About a year ago I was playing online, when someone came into the server and said that he was recruiting for his clan. He got a few responses from people in the chatbox saying “I suppose, am I able to get in?” but they were not very enthusiastic.

At this point I thought to myself ‘I wonder if I could do better.’ So I created the clan ‘nciac’, which actually means “Not Currently In A Clan.” I changed my name to [nciac] MaddenedMan, and got a Real Life friend of mine to add the tag to his name too.

Then I started pummelling people in the server with invitations to my ‘clan’ by saying that they didn’t have to apply to get in, everyone in the server was invited to join on the basis that nciac was an open clan.

By the time the other guy gave up and left the server, he had managed to recruit one person into his clan (the clan’s name derived sharply from toilet humour), nciac numbered around ten. Of course, not many of the people I actually recruited stayed with the clan very long, and now we number roughly three, but that’s still better than “**<PooPyClan>**” or something, which probably still only has one person in it.

But now, about a year on, [nciac] has occasional battles (the trick is that all three members know eachother in real life). NCIAC no longer means “Not Currently In A Clan”, except when people ask what it means. Now it is a source of pride for us, a simple collection of letters that sounds and looks good when arranged in a particular order.

But enough of that Counterstrike Sentimentality.

Can’t think of anything else to say right now, and I have a bit of work to do, so I’ll say goodbye. I may post again later today.