Sunday, 15 August 2010

Assorted ramblings

Has it really been so long since the last time I made a blog post? Ok, maybe it has. I could try to make some excuse as to why I’ve not written owt on this blog for what seems like a hundred fucking years, but it would probably seem like some kind of cop-out. And I don’t mean that in a John Cusack kind of way.

You see, my life is very complex (and not in a Michael Keaton Batman kind of way). It generally revolves around doing it as much of all the things I want as possible, and ignoring, or just not taking into account, that I have to do all of the things that I don’t want to do (in a Maximus-in-Gladiator-right-hand-man kind of way). Contrary to popular belief, I do still write for this blog. Well, when I say ‘write’ I mean I use MacSpeech Dictate to write down the verbal diarrhoea that spews from my mouth. (Note to self: ‘spew’. That’s a dirty word right there. In a Monty Python kind of way. Like… ‘Wankel rotary engine’, which never fails to reduce me to tears of laughter when said by Graham Chapman.)

Where was I? Oh, I know. Uhm, summat about summat, yeah, that was it.

So, when I say I do as much of the things that I want to do, I mean that I’ve been re-watching The A Team •cue DA DA DAAAA! DA DA DAAAA! Music* (now up to series three! Woo-hoo!), Torchwood (nearly to end of series one with Coolest Mate), and working on two different bits of fiction at the same time. Well, when I say fiction, I mean one Supernatural fan fiction (that may or may not be a crossover piece, as ordered by my little sister), and one really really big project that I should not be undertaking because I said I shouldn’t do it yet. Namely, a sequel to the book I have written and not yet managed to sell. And there we go again: when I say ‘sell’, I mean I’ve not yet managed to find an agent.

Let’s see, what else has distracted me this week? Well, there was the Farscape re-watch this week, which did include the awe-inspiring and altogether fan-frelling-tastic season two finale. I must have had something in my eye, because I’ve seen that episode at least four times already and there is no way in hezmana that I could possibly have had moist eyes when watching it for the fifth time. Suffice to say, it’s one of Farscape’s Crowning Moments of Awesome for so many fucking reasons. I cannot wait until next Thursday breakfast, when we can share the first two episodes of season three back-to-back across three continents via AIM.

In other news, I have my flights booked to Dragon*Con in Atlanta (that’s in the USA, folks) and also, my flights to the UK for my Christmas flight of fantasy anti-snow. It’s just eighteen days until Dragon*Con begins, and I, for one, can’t fucking wait. It’ll give me a chance to try out my new passport, complete with secret hidden chip (which actually is quite fucking conspicuous on that rear page, there).

Well I think Mister Vodka has done his job. I’ve pretty much spewed everything I wanted to (and I’m still not liking the use of the word ‘spew’, unless it’s used by Graham Chapman) via MacSpeech Dictate and it’s time for bed. Said Zebedee.

The A Team serving as girlie porn? I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. So here’s a picture of Face (Dirk Benedict) working the silk-shirt-sharp-suit-ness.


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