Delirious associations about a passing bank worker who must obviously be a drummer who's a legend in his own lunchtime, plus a synchronicity report.

• Today I passed by someone who works in the local bank, a man who seems almost puny but has a very straight neat look about him, with a very straight neat haircut slightly acne scarred , with quite a petite skeleton and almost quite a nonentity in perhaps every other way and he was listening to his personal stereo, and his very existence projected into me the idea of a professional drummer who used a microscopic electronic drum kit, this has been a reoccurring theme actually in different ways, well a four inch by four inch square that he could tap away at during his lunch breaks using special sticks and then upload his drummings onto the internet where they could feature into an album that everyone appreciated and so he was there walking along as the drummer who has everyone's respect, such all the people who were seriously into cool music. So this bank worker nonentity was the seriously cool drummer that everyone admired, and he never realised it for a second because it was just a vision from my mind. I think also the addition of the electronic drum kit came from an 80's edition of Top of The Pops when a man playing the drums looked as if he were playing a flat panel that wasn't really an electronic drumkit but he had to stand there and do something before the camera.

• I remember actually the idea of a drummer may have started when someone I know who's first name begins with D and it rhymed with Bugle, so people would call him by his first name and then add "the Bugle" afterwards. It's not hard to work out the name but I'm interested in breaking information down like this on the internet. But once in photograph of a group of friends including this one person, my good friend named after Humayoun the warrior declared that he was the drummer, as if he were a successful drummer from a famous band, D. the Bugle obviously had a certain look about him that evening and then the possibility that someone could be a famous drummer without realising it took off. I often have visions of people playing all kinds of electronic drums, one drum set was a transformed sushi set in the middle of a sandwich bar and there were wires connecting it to a power pack, and an unknown man with possibly a shaven played away wearing his earphones, in this crowded space and he was the professional that everyone admired and were buying his CDs and he could record them during his lunch break. Another electronic drum machine involved a man with drumsticks who was possibly one of the best drummers in the world but the computer played lights and the drummer had to tap the right light at the right time and he couldn't drum any other way, but it was all done with synchronistic alignment with the drum machine, although it looked like an electronic drum version of the game Simon.

• Today someone on the internet I know of has been making reports about suffering from TMJ and would like a cure, while in my e-mails I am receiving posts about TMG coming. I can not be bothered to tell you what TMG stands for.

Misreading of the day

• I misread the internet BBC News headline "Obama praises peaceful Iraq polls " as "Obama praises peaceful Iraq dolls", imagining a row of china dolls on a shelf that are naturally silent, and because they had nothing to say, this is why Obama was so pleased

Must be the most important pop video and song on the entire Earth for this moment!

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=275_1233324665 Many thanks to "Felix Denvish"

Synchronistic little message from a bird leads to further explorations

• As I walked to my local station, I had a vision about bird poop, Dr Fred Bell during his online radio show would be on camera and he would have a small parrot on his shoulder and occasionally I believe she would need to poop and he would walk off clear up the mess with a tissue, and I thought about how I was not so keen on the idea of a bird pooping on me, and then lo and behold, a small blob of bird poop landed just above my mouth.

• However this evening Wesley S in the US of A was informed about this on Facebook, and he spoke to me about about how he was watching Whose Line is it Anyway on youtube where there was a scene where one of the comedian contestants was in fact holding a christmas pudding and the white icing on it he blamed on a budgie. I took a look at this episode and found that it was one of the episodes that I had wanted to watch again because of the presence of Jonathan Pryce, and I felt that it was a good time for collecting these things. That night Dr Fred on his Health Science and Energy Show talked about how one of his parrots pooped on him whereas the other in the couple did not.

Movie review of "No Country For Old Men" directed by the Coen brothers

I'm much more interested in the experiential factor of the movie than having to apply some sort of an intellectual interpretation, but if that was the experience the person had of the movie, well what an experience that was for him making all of those associations. Turning the gas cylinder with hose into a scythe seemed a bit like the paranoiac critcal method as used by Dali, which is something that I approve of as a method of personal exploration.

I suppose I left the urge to interpret the movie behind, but everyone I was with was so quizzical about this Chigur character and his ghostliness, one friend thought there ought to be a sequel, another was asking me whether the final girl was actually killed and if he was going to kill her anyway despite what the coin revealed as if his whole life rested on me being able to confirm his opinion and I wasn't actually going to give him the satisfaction of pinning me down for an answer on that, and quite honestly I didn't want to buy into the world of Chigur because he seemed to me to be like an unstoppable mentally shortcircuited nutter having to rest all certain life/death decisions on the coin rather than someone having any kind of important perception to mytholigise. Another person named Chris H. who I refer to these days as the Sarcophagus Humanoid (well he looks a bit like a walking sarcophagus these days, and maybe he carries the mummified corpse of Tutenkhamun within him since his mother used to tell him that he looked like Tutenkhamun when he was a child and this brought him to believe that he is his reincarnation , and on top of that, he joyfully mumbles almost inaudible philosophical things about the key to god being love and he told me that the pyramid builders had a lot of love to give, so maybe that might be the contents of some hieroglyphics coming off the tip of his tongue, i don't know) started mumbling about Chigur's desire to control people's lives with the toss of a coin being down to pride and then another person rubbished this man's mumblings on the matter completely although his mumblings were usually lost on people anyway and there was the middle aged lady friend who really wanted the ending to all come together in a normal way and have the killer caught, and then I had to explain to one of my friends where Chigur was when the policeman entered the scene of crime of the last dead man for a look around, because he had half begun to believe that Chigur must have been in a different building completely. I'm still thankful for the confusion that the movie caused. I think that there were some other points of confusion being experienced but I can't remember them, well there was something about how Chigur was really keeping his word when he approached the last woman.

But this film was a great one for sitting too close to the screen during, because I felt enveloped by the landscapes and moving along the road. I almost have memories of being in the landscapes to this day, which is great for me since I don't get to visit too many different places

Continuation of the Pooping George incident

Today I discussed the Pooping George incident with someone named Simon who works in one of the community centres by where the incident took place, I had noticed on the way there that someone had accidently stepped in the mess on the pavement and left heel marks behind. I thought about what an awful thing for someone to have to step in. Simon then cursed over the fact that he almost stepped in it.

I walked down a corridor to overhear his boss in conversation with someone jovially saying "I wouldn't like to be in your shoes", and that I felt had a vague thread of connection with the incident.

Well quite honestly I wouldn't like to have been in the shoes of the person who stepped in the mess on the street.

Pooping George leaves a trail

There was trouble down at the local community centre today. An old man now nicknamed Pooping George became incontinent and left quite a mess on the pavement outside, we all had to be careful as to where we trod, the staff were annoyed because they weren't being payed enough to clear up the mess that Pooping George left in the toilets this really became the focal point of the day for a number of people because obviously so much must go on in their lives