Fuck me its 2012....

Hello again world, it is precisely 1 year, 5 months and 15 days since my last post. Also known as 553 days or roughly 46,051,200 seconds.

I did start to get into the swing of this back then but sacked it off as I saw it as a waste of time. Today, this has changed. Today, my mate Chezza from Wales asked me for a link to this blog as she had an urge to read it one night. This then made me read it and I found it great how I could see my very precise thoughts on specific days. So to sum up, I'm doing this all for myself, in the future. Hopefully I'll be a robot.

I thought I'd have a little update with what's changed in my life and then also write down one thing that I clearly intended to write a while ago but never get round to, my original thoughts on what ghosts are.


My life.
I'm still in the band, we're now called I Divide, no longer DWTE. I get people asking me all the time why we changed the name, it's because we found DWTE too long and nobody ever rememered it, plus we decided not to be a gay-core band any more so thought it'd be best to start with a new name with the new sound.

We now have proper management and take the whole thing more seriously than ever, whether we'll actually make it big, who knows, but we're getting there. Make your own decision: I Divide facebook Page

I'm now with an absolutely smashing girl called Emma, we've been together for about a year and a half now and we even have our own house! Just to show how serious we are, here's a picture of our cat:




The reason that picture is so fucking fantastic is because I took it. I got right into my photography for some FUCKER to break into our house and steal all of our stuff. This included my Canon 550D and my rather nice HP laptop. Naturally with being a dickhead and not deserving the right about of chromosomes I have, I never actually bought contents insurance so never got any of it back.

Apart from being a rockstar, I'm still working the same job in a financial claims office and generally being the funniest person ever. Anyway, enough about me, onto dead people...

My thoughts on ghosts.
Right, I know I've always thought a little outside of the box, but I've never really understood why people are so convinced that ghosts are connected in any way to dead people.

As far as I can work out, the only reason that we naturally think this, is because we've been told it all of our lives. When we were kids and first started learning about them we were too young to question it, so have just accepted it all our lives. Then once we were old enough and developed enough to challenge what we've been taught, we've just never thought about it again.

I personally like to think of ghosts as cats.

I'll explain.

If people are genuinely going to believe that it is possible for someone/something to walk through walls, become invisible, change temperature around them, or whatever you may believe ghosts can do for that matter.....why does it have to be a dead person?

I don't understand why it can't be a type of animal that we haven't discovered yet? Scientists will happily admit that we know more about the surface of the moon than we do our own oceans, do you see what I'm getting at?

They appear to come and go, stay in roughly the same area, seem to take a liking to certain people, sound a bit like a cat to you?

Personally I'm not even sure they exist as I've never had any real encounters myself, but my theory on them makes by far more sense to me than any other wacky ones that are out there.

Maybe the reason we're all so attached to the idea that they're dead people is because we can't accept the fact that our loved ones have gone? We make ourselves bend the truth slightly, just enough so that we still believe it, but it means we can still talk to them?

Or maybe it's all because of money? Maybe ghost walks is a big business? Maybe they're used to instil fear into people? Maybe castles have had problems with people breaking in and stealing certain items, so make up a nice haunting story and its like free security?

Who knows....

Anyway, I've babbled on for long enough now, but I hope I've managed to make you think about today's magical subject in a new light.

Who knows how long it will be to my next post, maybe another 46,051,200 seconds?

I'll let you count.

Here is me and Emma pissed up at a wedding absolutely loving life:

Star wars is based on a true story.

I realised something amazing today. I'm going to attempt to put it into words and I hope that I can do it a good enough manor so that you understand it.

Star Wars is based on a true story - and I think in some very strange way, I can prove it.

Right, outer space is infinite in size yes? That means that if we travel in any direction at any velocity as long as we don't get stuck on anything we could just keep on going forever.

Now with this in mind and combining it with the fact that we have no beginning or end to time then mathematically, everything will happen at least an infinite amount of times, everywhere, (bear with me).

If say the probability that yourself and I both pick randomly two numbers anywhere between 1 and 100 and end up with the same number is 1 in a 1000 or 1/1000. That means that in theory if we both did guess our pairs of numbers one thousand times, one of those times we should have got the same number.

Now, if we had an infinite amount of picks that means that we can get the same number an infinite amount of times.

This can be looked into further, if we could both pick numbers from anywhere between 1 and 1 million, our chances of getting the same number is then 1 in a 1,000,000,000,000 (one in a billion). But apply to the same logic to the above and given infinite amount of guesses, eventually we will pick the same number.

I hope this makes sense so far as the next bit is where I'm unsure if I'm bending my brain a little too far for things to make sense.

So what I think I may have proved here is that given an infinite amount of time, anything that has a real probability will eventually happen, no matter how bad the odds are against it.

If you now turn your attention to the fact that space is allegedly infinite (I'm aware that our universe is expanding so therefore it must have shape, edge etc. but it's obviously expanding into something so for now we'll just pretend it's infinite).

So if we have an infinite amount of space, that means we have infinite amount of places for events to occur.

The way I'm seeing it at this point is that anything you can thing of, will have a probability of happening. Star wars for example, there's a real fucking small chance that there really are aliens zipping around the galaxies beating the shit out of each for some reason or another. Lets say the probability of it all being real is 1 in 1456 trillion. Now with infinite time for it to happen and infinite places for it to occur, it must happen at some point, if it hasn't already.

I've just realised that combined with the ridiculous of odds of all that Star Wars malarkey being real, we also have to combine it with the probability that humans would also make a fictional film in the exact same way just by chance.

Huh, that must mean then that by solely creating the film the matrix, it makes it even less likely to be true.

I can't type this any more, I apologise if none of this makes sense or it is completely flawed but you have my word that I had one fuck of an epiphany when I realised this and really felt the urge to tell the world, I hope it does stand.

Peace x

PS. I've just realised that this is the exact same thing as the whole giving monkeys typewriters and eventually they'll write Shakespeare. Ah well.

Everyone is a fucking idiot.

That's right, as far as I'm concerned you're all morons. I'm pretty crazy and I can imagine I can often be seen as deluded, but even if this is correct, I can't help it. So in my head, whoever you are, seriously you're stupid.

That wasn't aimed at anybody in particular but I do seem to be finding recently that a lot of people just don't "get stuff" that really is hideously simple. Maybe it's because of the sudden heat wave? Does the sun make people retarded? That could be a good point actually, we cook ourselves everyday under the sun as soon as it's warm to benefit ourselves towards skin cancer. Awesome.

Anyway enough ranting, I think it may because I'm tired, or maybe it's because you've got a shortage in the brain cell department, who knows.

Right, my life is slowly becoming more and more awesome. The Dancing With the Enemy tour for August is all booked up and a healthy 2 weeks long. We're getting paid silly money for each show, people are desperate to book us and even Scuzz decided they wanted to sponsor it! \m/ We now have both videos 'the fire' and 'now it's over' on constant rotation on Scuzz and another music channel called Lava TV and now with the new tour sponsor we're going to be on Scuzz even more. We've got our new lighting rig which looks seriously insane and a whole new set which surprisingly, is actually quite good. Anyway enough about the band as if you actually bothered to read this you're probably just one of my mates reading this to be nosey and already know everything I've said so far. Still doesn't mean you're not an idiot now does it.

I move into my new flat on Wednesday, that's going to be sweet as fuck, Seb (the guy I'm moving in with) seems to think that no partying will happen there, but we'll see about that....once I'm in there I expect all of you to come round and get really fucked with me and we'll talk about an array of different things, including whether fish drink water, the inventor of lava lamps and the meaning of life.

Saying about the meaning of life, I've realised recently that sub-consciously I think I've been trying to convert believers into full on Atheists. As much as this is what I am, I've never really had a lot of time for people that push their opinions onto others before, and I genuinely feel quite disgusted by it. The main reason I've found that I don't like the fact that I do this to people is that I think I'm good at it. I've come to realise over the last few months quite how good I can be at talking to people and bringing them round to my way of thinking, and it's this that I do to people who believe. I don't want to name any names but at work the other day I completely flipped some body's opinion on religion with just a few words. I would hate for somebody to do that to me.

Anyway, I've had a moan, I've had a gloat and I've tried to be serious about something. Now I'm going to make a massive cup of tea and sit on facebook picking my arsehole for all you should care.

I would like to leave you with a few things, the first is something that was promised to DWTE fans nearly a year ago now, it's the video that we shot at Progfest in Phoenix last August, it's not the final edit, we'll have that in a few days and it'll be online. It's also an old version of the song, audacity the audio, maybe it'll be worth a pound or two one day. Anyway, here it is http://www.vimeo.com/10503688 the password is 'dwte'. Please don't publish it anywhere or put it on facebook, the proper one will be up soon, I'm just showing you this as a favour for actually reading the whole of my blog. If you do post it, I'll hunt you down and cut you myself.

The second thing I'll leave you with:



It's a picture that was captured on google street view, it's an "alien" in the states somewhere. Google "alien street view" if you want, it is actually quite interesting (I read a lot about UFO stuff like this and normally alien shit is a joke but this actually seems a bit more concerning).

The last thing I want to leave you with is a statement I saw on facebook a few weeks back that really made me think:

Science will fly you to the moon, religion will fly you into buildings.

Good night you susceptible little fuckers, when you turn off your bedside lamp tonight and get out your mobile to go on facebook just before you go to sleep tonight try not to think about this blog. I bet you can't.

I've fucked up my right lung!

Hello my facebook-ing, link clicking, nosey, disciples.

I was planning on doing these more often than I have been, but I'm not going to lie, I have better things to be doing most of the time than spending time and effort into letting people know what the hell I get up to in my life. (apart from right now)

Yesterday I did something that is quite possibly in the top 10 stupid things that I've done in my life (this includes turning down drumming for the wombats, having three of my teeth in my hand and nailing my form tutor. *sorry in advance if you're reading this Miss. F, still, I gotta milk it though!?*)

Anyway, I was just casually at work doing my thang when as I was emptying a waste toner cartridge from a photocopier I managed to inhale a load of it. Waste toner is a horrible black powdery substance that turns into a cloud of black smoke as soon as it is disturbed, it's made of 90% black carbon I believe. Apparently it is made up of tiny microscopic needles and they have embedded in my right lung!

So after a trip to Torbay A&E including x rays, blood oxygen level tests and some other shit, turns out there's fuck all they can do. I now have a constant annoying pain in my chest right next to my heart and I can't breathe properly. Fun times!


After my last blog I had a lot of comebacks to me about my rant on the difficulty of the driving test. Apparently most learner drivers or people who have literally just passed their test completely disagree with me, but then everyone who has been driving over a year and ISN'T a retard behind the wheel agrees with me. So I know I'm right, just the people who it was targeted at won't agree with me until they're out of my catchment area, ah well.

I'm going to keep this short (ish) as I want to watch this Avatar film my uncle has just given me on DVD but I've just realised I haven't really moaned alot about anything in this blog so I'll do that now.

I realised something the other day that genuinely did annoy me a bit.

Right, I'm not saying my beliefs on this are right, nor am I saying anyone else's are wrong, but I do not believe in an after life, I can solely, hand on heart, say that I believe when I die, that is it. Bam. Dead. Rotting corpse I become.

The annoying thing about this for me is that I would love to be able to go and talk to a Christian after I die and say, "well well well, turns out there is no afterlife, there is no heaven and God really doesn't exist, I bet you feel stupid now don't you?". But obviously as far as I'm concerned, I'll never be able to do this. Whereas this works brilliantly for Christians, or anyone for that matter that believes in any kind of after life. This is because if it turns out they are correct, they can laugh in my face and make me look like an idiot, and if they're wrong, they'll never have to face me, as we'll all be rotting particles in the ground!

I'd like to dedicate that above paragraph to Thomas Andrew Gordon, as I know he gets much joy out of that little realisation I had outside Exeter Tesco's the other day.

I thought I'd end this entry on a high note and reveal to the world that it looks like in a few weeks time I'll be moving out of my parents house and into a flat with a dude from work. Which will be pretty sweet! No idea where it'll be yet, but it'll be pimpin'.

I'd like to leave you with this picture I've just found of me and Gordo clearly dicking around on what looks to be dartmoor, years ago. Enjoy.

My first ever blog.

Hello whatever idiotic moron you may be for reading this. As you may or may not know my name is Dave Mooney, I'm 20 years old and I've never made anything like this before.

Right I know this is starting off with a rant but I just want to make it clear now that if I do find the time and effort to keep up with this thing I do promise to keep as it as none emo and emotional as possible, I have read a fair few of other peoples and all they seem to go on about is being mis-understood and about how shit their life is. I will not do this.

I do not believe in fate, I do not believe in a God, I do not believe in a creator and I most certainly do not believe that what goes around comes around. Due to my sheer lack of faith it makes me ponder over the thought that these people who rant about their shit life on these blogs really do seem to think that it's not their fault that their lives suck?! It has always baffled me how people seem to not realise that their life has been made by themselves.

Anyway, enough of the deep stuff, I'm too tired for that as it's bang on midnight right now and that means I have work in 9 hours time.

I plan to keep this as a log for all my crazy ideas, thoughts ponderings ect so that in time to come I can look back on them and see how right I was about the world, because lets face it, I'm probably wrong.

Today's:

One thing today that puzzled me slightly; right, my younger sister who is 17 years old passed her driving test about a month or so ago and today she finally got a car and got it insured so that she can legally be part of the driving community in her own vehicle, all well and good. Just to help her out a bit, my Mum said that she'd go out with her and just drive on some main roads so she can build up a little bit of confidence, once they got back, I said I wanted a lift somewhere (got to milk it whilst they're still addicted to driving) but I was refused due to her confidence and ability not being good enough to go into a quiet town centre. Which is fine, I'm not having a go at her, but what I don't get is that she has successfully passed a test to say that she can drive on her own, anywhere in the UK, maybe even the world saying that. So surely she should have been able to drive me into town? When I passed my test I genuinely thought I was going to crash and then after a few days I felt fine and confident, turns out I am one of the lucky few that has never written a car off. But if me (a confident little shit) can be edgy about driving on my own and then my sister turns down the idea of driving through a town then maybe they aren't teaching people to a decent enough standard? As much as at the time of taking my test I thought it was really difficult I have come to learn that even if you pass your test and get a license, you are still shit at driving. My point is in all this is that I think we should make tests harder and more sophisticated and by doing this, less people will be on the roads (filtering out the retards), less crashes would happen, it would give driving instructors more business, therefore boosting the economy slightly and finally we could possibly even raise the speed limit as the shit people would no longer be there to fuck it all up for us and park their car in a tree.

I do have many different theories and inventions I've thought of and I do intend to share these with whoever the nosey prick that you are through these blogs at some point. A lot of them are quite intense, like for instance my theory on how things should never be able to touch each other, no matter how close two objects are together, you can always half the distance between them. I'll explain in a lot more detail in the entries to come.

I also have very different thoughts on ghosts, the after life and even the idea of infinity. But these aren't for today.

Right I think I've waffled on for long enough now, I reckon I'll make another one of these at some point and I'll have a different random topic to talk about and it wont be about how mis-understood I am or how shit my life is.

I want to leave with this picture of Saturn, the sixth planet from the Sun and the second largest in our solar system. It is a real picture taken from the Hubble telescope, it's crazy to think that that is an actual photograph of something way way bigger than the planet we live on itself.

Good night you dicks.