Why so serious?

After spending years deleting people from facebook, cutting people off, and generally isolating myself in my own extreme pure philosophy, and not finding happinness, I have now decided to try and find some fun in my life.

I never wanted this life, and this fooking book has become a stone around my neck, slowly pulling me under...

I never thought I was a depressive kind, but it seems I have become that person! Yet another middle aged crisis!

Fear not poncho lovers, for I will not be defeated!

:)

You are now dead to me

Well, today I decided to turn off (cos I can't delete) my facebook accounts - the random blah that was appearing in my "news feed" wasn't exactly "news" in my world and I noticed I would randomly just be going through "friends of friends" photos for something to look at.. Sort of like breaking into your mate's friend's house in the middle of the night and looking through their photo albums (but without them seeing you!)

So, I am going back to old fashioned blogging, and I'll now be twotting my tweets so that should be fun..

I am a bit concerned that I may write something inappropriate here, as my army of fans of the book may think I am not holier than thou, which I am of course..

I am now to be referred to as your Hollyness as I have the tendency to be sharp, (or was that a prick)... Anyway, jeez I'm rambling on here, and haven't said anything in the least bit funny, I must get out of facebook mode!

Two minutes ago "I had a drink of tea"
One minute ago "I relieved myself after drinking said tea" etc etc

The blog lives again.

So, after trying to fit everything I wanted to write about into facebook status I have returned to the home of good writing, blogger. You don't have to read what I write about, and I don't care if you like it or not.

But anyway if you are reading this, welcome back, it's been a while hasn't it? You've missed me, haven't you?

So I shall endevaour to dazzle you with my huma once more...

Watch THIS space...

And thanks for stopping by san diego...

Some people really do forget what they wrote in the previous paragraph....

Now I don't think I am going mad or anything, but as I was walking past a neighbours house last night, I happened to look up at their flat roof.
Upon seeing a cat there I made some kind of sound to attract its attention. It was only as I walked further past that I noticed that it was not a cat, but the shadow from a satellite dish! Am I going mad? Most probably.

Whilst scouring the facebook today, searching for people from my old school I happened to come across this chap. Now, as someone who has achieved enlightenment you may think it beneath me to draw attention to something so utterly trivial, but I can't help myself. Not only is shamus an irish name, and this man is obviously from the colonies, but his surname is butt! Butt (gettit?) haha I lolled myself right out of bed when I saw this. LOL LOL LOL

On another more serious note, I also found this group on the faysebuke. It seems australians do think deeply at times, if only about things which inhibit their drinking.

If all you've got to think about is people taking away your ability to get absolutely blasted every night, you probably have a pretty sad life. 

I quote "Lockouts will have no tangible benefits, will have a devastating effect on the diversity of Melbourne’s nightlife, and will infringe on the public’s civil rights" 

Dumb australians. Dumb humans. Nuff said.

Regaining my sense of humour!

Hello folks. Well it seems as though I have been not quite myself recently (about 2 years ago apparently according to some sources) but I'm here to tell you that I am back - hopefully.
You see, I stopped my blog over a year ago because I thought that if people read my blog they may think that I was a bit of a nut, when I was trying to come across as a "serious" person aiming to change the world. But having read my book's proofs for the last time, I realise that I shouldn't be worrying about what people say about my blog, I should be worried what people will say about my book! If I think I will offend people with a few cheap jokes on the web, then wait till they read my views on religion, god, government, taxes, etc etc etc!

So I have decided to stop being so damn serious, after all, life's supposed to be a joyful affair, no? Just because you care about what other people are doing to themselves and each other doesn't mean you can't have a laugh! I realised that I was systematically ruining my whole life and was turning into an obsessive!

It also seems as though I am now attracting all the "serious" wierdo nuts into my life through my website - people I wouldn't ordinarily give one minute to. People who are now my best email buddies in the universe!

Yeah right! Well, as long as they start donating huge sums of cash towards my new yacht and bentley, then I will be anyone's friend.

So if you're troubled, afflicted, have psychological problems, are homeless, poor, or just plain ugly that is your fault, you should have bought the book.

(as told to Alan M Orr via the universal channel of the ponchoman. Alan M Orr accepts no responsibility for the content here. He is merely a "conduit" as the universal consciousness known as the ponchoman has no access to a pen)