How to catch an elephant

The master of Postponeland

Monday 11/5/12 - Ellie Von Bun

The first problem I encounter in blogging is my inability to start anything that doesn't include mindless drooling and jamming by the computer or TV. Even if the activity would be awesome and fun to do, for example reading, playing with my lonely cello or preparing delicious meal.


In my mind there is a huge wall that I need to climb over in the project of starting things. The more unpleasant things to do, the higher the wall. As a sloppy garbage hoarder, I tend to let my room achieve a state that no bum would want to live in. When I was a teenager and it was time to clean the mess up, I had these terrible tantrums that ended me screaming to a dirty carpet that it isn't clean enough.

I don't think my family actually ever heard me but it wasn't pretty. I got so frustrated when I knew I can't make it as clean as I would want. So why bother?

And still, I do the same. I have to force and kick myself into doing stuff, but the first climbing part is so infuriating and exhausting that it's actually hard to comprehend.

There's many reasons besides just being a lazy maggot why it feels physically painful to start things, and one thing is being a perfectionist in wrong places and times.

If I can't write unbelievably awesome post so funny that everyone would not only pee their pants, also sink into psychosis of my cleverness, why should I?

Most likely after this post I will go into shivering state where my lungs will try to escape my body to better lands, and not entirely because of the second-day-hungover I'm having. My insecure self is too much for my wobbly mind and body to handle.


Sometimes you just have to make your life a bit harder for no reason at all!

It's no easy task trying to keep your cool when your mind is going berserk of things in verge of explosion while your body can't even keep eyes focused.

This post is provided by a house warming party that has most likely permanently left my mind into a blurry mess!

Leave a comment. Keywords: procrastination, cello, cleaning

Attack of the Filler Bunny

Thursday 11/1/12 - Ellie Von Bun

This post exists for no sensible reason and stands for nothing. I pondered what to write about and had a wonderful amount of topics to rattle, but in the end felt stupid about all of them.


Because it's too early. I can't tell about anything interesting, funny or personal right in the beginning, can I? This post is like a filler bunny from the last post. It needs to exist but makes no sense whatsoever.

The same purpose goes to those filler posts that most likely will made their way in the future to this blog.

"Oh hi, remember me? I don't have anything smart to say but I'm here, look at me!"

Yeah, filler bunny is an attention whore alright.

I might as well make a walk by the remember lane about my last blogs. I think there were two of them, one way too personal and private and other boring with no purpose. Both I wrote in Finnish and it annoyed me that I didn't have any readers (Whoa, I guess filler bunny isn't alone!).

It's hard to keep something time consuming like a blog alive when you have attention span of a squirrel.


As it is already made somewhat clear, I really don't know yet the topic to write about. This isn't any fashion blog, I'm not a taxi driver and I'm not pregnant. But hell yeah, I try to be funny. Try as in I'm not sure if I am, but sure as hell want to be!

I'm also a bit ashamed that I ended up using WordPress. I tried to erase everything that reminds of it and used my own layout and planning, even though WP fought back like a raccoon that was forced in a tennis ball tube. But once you get the little bastard in, it sure works like a charm. Whatever you would like to do with a tennis ball tube filled with a raging raccoon.


Funny, I've worked with this layout for a long time and I'm still not satisfied. I can't look at it objectively and definitely don't want to change anything major anymore. Now I see one pixel wrong and my head explodes. Perfectionist.. Is.. Not.. Satisfied! How in the earth this piece could work as a portfolio?

Maybe I'll add a picture of a crumbled piece of paper and it serves as a link to the work I've made. As for saying "Yeah, I knew you would try to click this and my work is indeed trashy". Well, trashy in this scenario means literally trashlike.

And the best part of this site in my opinion is...

There's no comment option! Hoorray!


Leave a comment. Keywords: bunny, procrastination, raccoon