Time to do something for 2018

Time trickles down as we get older and as we stand still what we do builds up around us. We take responsibility of our own muddled lifestyle's enriched by multi media produce. We've moved from being well digging, bucket carrying communities to pipes, taps and jet hoses to gather our sustenance. 

Summer is not far away so at some point I'll have to put a cork in it. As we enter spring there is much to do. 2018 has already been a funny year and just like every year there is the usual things that need doing.

Media responsibilities begin but first let's do a bit of house clearing. Any old news needs to go into bins and you might want to abide by recycling paper trash in the usual places. 

Current news online, offline and wireless can seem quick and fast. I call this machine gun news and think it is done to heighten or confuse people. 

There is a natural order of topics we can sprinkle with whatever they want you to know about. As knowledge about cryptology grows online freely people move from bothersome crosswords and cartoons to the main headline's. Both ways of reading can make you want to scratch your head thinking. 

Equally old school thought is rehashed in education like it means something. We teach our next generations out of date news because it is all we know and what we were told whilst people reached us. Computers have changed things even though the movement of packets and special hand shakes remain the same, almost a homage of the past. We put weight to this glue and bag it up the same way we did when we were kids. The fact is time has changed and yes things have spiced up a bit but how they plant food has not. And it's this sort of lingoism kids understand, especially the troubled flock.

Sat there behind a desk typing, standing up, lying down, single indexing all sorts of messages. The short stop emoji helps brighten up the digital page and fills in that missing void known as emotion. 

Nothing is needed. On it's own we are already confused. Without discipline we are walking zombies bumping into people, driving liabilities secretly lap typing and engaging in conversation's not fit for the road. Behind it all is a clock counting down the fractions of power left in batteries. The confusion creates pylons and battering rams. 

The longer we choose our own castles the shorter the outside most becomes. And inside our prized princess becomes lonely and less fashionable. We always return to our jesters in society and hold on to tickling stick's like it means something when of course it means nothing at all.