Addicted to the net, learning the ukulele and tidying up

Occasionally I wonder if I am addicted to the internet.   I wonder this after spending a full day in the

house and not setting a single footstep outside of the house. Most of my time is spent just wasting life as I watch yet another Youtube video. Sometimes you can find the most recent blockbusters other times the choice of video may follow pop hits and end up with watching a scorpion and centipede fight, or some other wild animal fight another. I once saw a rabbit seek revenge on a snake which had just consumed it's young. She was the maddest rabbit I ever seen, but it makes sense if some snake has come along and eaten your kid you are going to get revenge.  Making it a generalised animal trait not just human. Although revenge for a human being may just as much be a dish served cold as one flaming hot.

I am teaching myself the ukulele and have been using Youtube videos to learn how to play. Usually they consist of people who teach songs. I enjoy it but my self learning is not structured enough sometimes it feels like I am not actually progressing and wish I had something more along the lines of structured guidance. Yet, when watching these teach yourself videos it's noticeable how there are different ways of teaching and different versions of pop songs. Some versions use the same chords some don't, perhaps to make it easier. Yet as I watch them and learn maybe a millimetre more of how to play I get the feeling something is missing or not correct. So then look for another video of the same song being played as a cover version on the ukulele or by another person teaching the same song. This can get confusing as I then get mixed up between one teacher's version and another's. When a song is converted from an instrument to another instrument there is no one right way it can be sung. This even applies to the same instrument. For example the song Riptide by Vance Joy. He sings this on a baritone ukulele, which is somewhat larger and lower pitched than the common old soprano ukulele. The thing is most people will possess a soprano ukulele not a baritone. The baritone's strings are also in different notes than the soprano.  Therefore
teaching videos for the soprano are in part adapted. The lowest notes you can get on a soprano are when the frets are not touched and they are open. So as soon as you put your fingers on the frets the notes get higher, which is not reflective of the lower strung baritone ukulele. The taught version will be different, which is all there is to it. Another example is the song Hey Soul Sister by the Rock band Train.  This is played by the band and a ukulele is used, however, Jimmy Stafford normally a guitar player got his special fender electric ukulele and then slightly re tuned it. Of course the only way to make a ukulele meaty is to electrify it then make sure the walls are reinforced. This means Jimmy's version of Hey Soul sister will be a little different to learn, unless of course you retune your ukulele. I guess he was a little lazy and because he knows music learnt to adapt the instrument to his ability to play the chords. Any uke player will tell you the E chord is a difficult one to get to grips with. Literally. speaking.

The internet is useful but it is addictive and doesn't lend to self discipline. I mean, a pop up box isn't going to jump up after 40 minutes with a message saying "Hey dude you are wasting your fecking life sitting there watching this shit, do something, get up off that fat arse and be a human." Now that would of been interesting if it did. If the giant corp Microsoft had taken into account what they had helped created was a monster which is slowly vegetating a lot of humanoids into lardy lumps.  I know I can't live my life like this.  I can't just sit here and do nothing and as the clock ticks by I still do nothing, even tidying my room would be a fine and progressive thing. I did at one time try and say to myself I should throw away a thing out of my room to help tidy it up as often as possible, and there is a hell of a lot of things in it. Be they books galore, clothes, stationary, and so on.  I thought about getting a flat bed scanner then the idea would of been to scan every book so it could be thrown away. As long as there was a copy and one which didn't take up the same amount of space. Strange how we like to surround ourself with stuff which ultimately just collects dust is used a few times and then neglected. Unlike Harvey my ukulele, who gets picked up and used most days. Yes he's a slut and I'm
sure he likes it when I give him a chunk or two.

The thing is you have to move forward in life, it is necessary to be going somewhere, doing something. Mostly for me this has been trying to better my self education. Yet with all these books reading them and then putting into practice the lessons they teach are different things. Indeed sometimes they don't teach lessons at all the talk about stuff which has happened but may only be applicable in the very specific circumstances that same stuff did happen. I know doing one thing is boring, such as reading a book, so it is not normal for me to immerse myself in a single book at the behest of everything else.  A little bit of ukulele and a overly large bit of the internet is happening.  It is for me to get myself out of this diabolical situation because that bloody pop up sign just isn't working at the moment. I remember there was one time when your browser would be hijacked by advertising sites and before you knew it twenty or thirty browser windows would be open trying to sell you anything from artichokes to zebras, which is an exaggeration but you know what I mean. I didn't put sex because this is a given.

Well since January 2015 I have been doing something proactive. During a little part of my day. It has

been walking and remarkable have lost about 20 pounds in weight. Though it doesn't always feel it.  But the walking is only a small part of my day, given part of the day is spent sleeping I'm just not getting VFM (Value for money) for the rest of it. Like the TV the internet is probably one of the best and one of the worst things ever invented, and like the TV we have become puppets to the puppet masters. I got to get out of this rut. Switch the damn thing off, anything and find my new purpose. One of my own making. 

The ukulele walking playing guru has left the house.