Back in the UK July 15, 2008

Some categories: Uncategorized, hosting, ranting & raving, thoughts. Some tags: ranting & raving. And exactly 7 rambling responses.

And where’s the flag, where’s our proud, wonderful British flag? Where is the patriotism? I arrive at Gatwick airport, like all airports, it’s not a ‘nice’ place, but unlike the American airports, there’s no flag, there’s no patriotic symbols, there is absolutely nothing telling me I’m actually back in England.

Is Britain not proud of its own heritage? No. That sucks.

Obsessed. June 22, 2008

Some categories: thoughts. Some tags: interesting, obsessed, space, thoughts. And exactly 2 rambling responses.

I am completely obsessed with space. Not like the average 5-yr old boy playing with his toy space shuttle, I mean obsessed, mentally obsessed. When I look into the sky, I think space, when I look into the night, I think space, when I sleep, I think space. It won’t leave!

More specifically than space, it’s the relativity of the whole “thing” (the universe & whatnot). If there are as many starts as grains of sand, and each star has some planets, then what the hell is the human race doing killing ourselves? Fighting over oil and land? Why aren’t we getting out there, because other lifeforms must exist, somewhere there is a planet containing lifeforms. The problem is distance, we simply can’t travel fast enough. All I think of is how insignificant we are, the tiniest little blip in the universe, what’s out there? The desire for knowledge which I can never get is going to kill my brain. I have to know.

It’s strange though, while I do physics and maths at A-Level, I won’t be continuing down that path, I’m going the more creative route. Anyway, I guess becoming an astronaut is pointless if (at least, in my lifetime, and yours, and the next generations, and possibly beyond) the human race will never get anywhere beyond the Solar System (heck, they haven’t even done that yet). I may as well give up, but my brain wont let me.

I’m obsessed.