I have little sympathy for people who make status updates about how they can’t sleep. If you suffer a bout of insomnia, telling your Facebook community about it isn’t going to help you drift off any quicker.
There needs to be an iPhone app for this niche demographic of socially-conscious, sleep-deprived individuals. Sensing movement and sound patterns, the phone detects when the Facebook user is or isn’t conscious during normal hours to be asleep. The smartphone then automatically issues a status update for the online world to see, without the user having to lift a finger (or, in this case, an eyelid).
At midnight tonight, Potty Mouth turns half a year old. Let’s reflect on the half-year that was.
This entry marks the 123rd post over 184 days (by my calculation). That’s roughly 2 posts every 3 days. Nice.
I’ve been staying afloat posting about my daily activities and other mindless rabble but it’s time to concede that Potty Mouth isn’t going to reach one year at this rate. I need to make some radical change – mix up what I blog about or even break the code and change when I blog.
But I can’t do it without you. Where do you want to see Potty Mouth go? To dizzying new heights or vanish from the cyber world completely? Please comment!
In the whole time I’ve been blogging on Potty Mouth, my phone’s never been rung whilst on the loo. I think that’s pretty amazing.
Actually, the one time the phone did ring was when I used my girlfriend’s. How is it that the one time I use her phone, it gets rung but mine doesn’t? It’s as if my friends and family know I’ve got important blogging matters to attend to.
Speaking of blogging matters, there are some awful blogs out there. My friends and I have just spent the past half hour flabbergasted by how unoriginal and underwhelming one particular blogger’s efforts were. I know that my blog would leave a lot to be desired in the minds of many but at least I try to be a little unpredictable and more three-dimensional. Sheesh.
At this time in two weeks, I will be lapping up the first day of my super-extended Summer break. Here are some goals for the holiday period that I’ve just come up with:
– Earn butt loads of money.
– Watch some great TV (I’ve notably got The Sopranos to catch up on most of all).
– Make another documentary.
– Go see mah girlfriend in Perth.
– Do some other awesome things.
These seem as good a place to start as any.
I’ve almost reached the end of post-production for my uni documentary. I’ve preferred shooting a doco to the drama we filmed last semester because I’m more emotionally invested in the topic of our film this semester and it’s going to be a real achievement when it all comes together.
Two Jay is chugging along nicely but there’s been a bit of a drought in video uploads because Final Cut Pro keeps failing to export the latest ep to YouTube. I’ve restarted the computer and hopefully we’ll see episode four online in a few hours.
As far as public toilets go, this one ain’t bad. The cubicle is spacious, the tiles are clean and are a nice bronzy colour. Yep, the Geelong train station really takes pride in its dunnies.
I need to update my toothbrush. Pretty sure the bristles were the cause of some inner mouth inflammation yesterday. I thought the toothpaste might have been overly acidic but apparently this isn’t the case.
This is one of my worst posts.
I momentarily stopped breathing when I discovered that ‘Chris Martin’ was following my blog this afternoon. For half a second, I truly believed that the Coldplay frontman had thought my blog to be of enough cultural value that it was best to be up-to-date with my musings and philosophical findings. Reality soon hit home when I discovered that ‘Chris Martin’ was, in fact, not old mate from Coldplay (sorry, ‘Chris Martin’. I mean no offense by all this. I’m sure you’re a standout fella who possesses an equal or greater amount of talent than the whole band combined. You must be involved in a lot of Chris Martin related conversations/gags. I’m sorry to have bothered you).