Last night I had the craziest dream. It could be classed as a horror-dream — the type where it’s so scary yet you’re intrigued to find out what happens next.

It starts off when I’m playing guitar in front of this stage while this person is speaking. For some odd reason, it was hooked up to the main speakers. I was plucking my guitar strings making weird awkward noises which provoked fury amongst the audience. The weird thing was they didn’t know who it was. Then my friend discretely turned down the volume knob, and unplugged my guitar, careful that he wouldn’t give me away.

Time passes (i.e. I can’t remember what happens for the next few minutes or this was another one of those disjointed dreams).

The presentation ends and the crowd dismantles themselves from their nicely rows of chairs, and exit through the back door. I walk to put my guitar away until I realise that my guitar neck had fallen of. This was super scary. I even checked in my dream to see if was really a dream - you know, the thing they always do in movies - however the reality check came out to be positive. I thought I was living in the moment.

Can’t actually remember what happens next, however it’s at the end of the day. My surroundings are tinted grey, turning into black, surrounded by an atmosphere which is dense with pollution. I was outside. Out the back of the place where I just watched the presentation seemed to be some sort of train yard. There seemed to be at least 20 set of tracks strewn across before me. There were diesel trains which looked as if they had not been treated with soap and water for many years, were constantly shunting carriages along the tracks.

I was on my way to the Rockshop. It’s a place where they sell all things guitary. I wanted to get a quote to see how much this guitar with a broken neck would set me back. The Rockshop in this particular dream was set just on the other side of these 20 set of tracks. The darkness of night was slowly crawling over me - I knew that I’d have to move pretty quick to get there just in time before the store closes.

This part seems a tad vague. I remember falling into this storm-water ditch which was bridged with a–believe it or not–bridge. Trains wooshed all over the place. Well actually, they didn’t woosh - they were actually rather slow and most of them were at a far off distance. But for some strange reason, I’d stand there and wait a few seconds for one to pass. Because I was scared I’d get crushed.

Woot. I reach the other side - only to find out that the Rockshop had already closed. Quite strange, dreams, because I remember what the inside looked like - I remember walking inside the Rockshop - yet it was closed.

My dream ends there. I was left rot in disappointment for a while in my own mind as I waited to wake up.

One more day until exam results come out. Very scary. How scared? To the extent that last night I had a dream that I got A for Physics, B for Maths and C for English — or something similar, anyways, I got one of each, A, B and C. (Man, right now there’s this moth which is attacking my leg. Very annoying. How annoying? Every-so-often, I have to move my legs to deter it from landing on my leg, because it feels funny)

Today a became a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, minus the Ninja and Turtle. Today arrived the tasty Apple Keyboard, and guess what you little Apple Fan-people, I don’t actually own anything Apple. It’s weird how Apple-Fans like to fend off people who are mutants; people who use a fusion of Apple and non-Apple things. (Apple and Linux fans are basically are both at the polar extremes of fan-boism. They stick to their guns and defend their claim that ‘theirs is better’ even though they know they’ve lost. Lost two hundred and five times.) So basically my reason for buying this keyboard is because there was a sale, priced at $49 — which is $23 off, which is 31% off. Basically, it was an impulse buy.

The Keyboard

The keyboard is nice to type on, is moderately function and is, indeed sturdy — However I’ve reached a situation where it seems out-of-place [aggh, moth just attacked me again]. All my peripherals, tower, monitor and desklamp are all a shade of black. The keyboard’s colour composition: #F2F2F2 and #FFFFFF. And it doesn’t fit in. So time for contemplation: Shall I forfeit style points for aesthetics, or vice versa? (That was actually a rhetorical question, and the decision is ultimately up to me).

Incomplete work

As school slowly dredges it’s way towards me, I stand still (because time moves, and basically you stand still, unless you’re into time travel or like travelling at fast speeds). Moving on, school starts next week and it smells. And I have like heaps of ideas for stuff to write about, but once I try and start typing, nothing comes out at all, or I get distracted. So I decided I’d do what I do best (apart from letting flatulence free) — ramble. Uh oh, dad told me to go to sleep. And so I shall, being a good, obedient, boy. Goodnight internet peoples.

MySpace, Virb, Bebo, Facebook, Twitter, Pownce, Vimeo, del.icio.us, Blogs, Flickr, Last.fm (questionable), YouTube — If you’re riding on the Web 2.0 wave, chances are you’re a regular to a handful of these sites. Has Web 2.0 been robbing you of time?

Isn’t it that computers were invented to ease the workload and increase efficiency? Well that’s what I was told anyway. Most recently, news reports are emerging that employees are spending precious working minutes updating their Facebook profiles. There seems to be this moral obligation in Web 2.0 (which I will from here-on refer to as W2) to update the world on what you’re doing and, or how you feel. Especially on social sites, a lapse in correspondence of more than 10 minutes (exceptions apply) between individuals can result in catastrophic friendship melt-downs.

So W2 has made ‘computing’ a chore? It’s all a conspiracy - computers increasing efficiency, but then they leech time off us with all this silly W2 shenanigan. Computer manufacturers, since 2004, have been paid a commission for every hour users are on W2 website (which is paid for by the Web 2.0 Consortium). Ever wondered why computers and parts are getting cheaper day-by-day? Throw away the “technology is advancing, hence cheaper components” or “there is a higher demand” propagandas, and put the blame on Web 2.0.

You see, even I am affected by this cancerous growth called “Web 2.0″… Unsatisfied with original site design and continued interest in climbing the blogging ranks, I too have been robbed of time, spent writing boring articles, spent re-designing and ugly design… which is also ugly. Ah, W2 has captured my heart, soul and big-toe-on-my-left-foot - I am immobilised. Oh save me. Consumed, I drown in a pond of dust, mud, videos, photos and text. That was until I was rescued by the Coastguard - good on ‘em (they’re good guys).