1:24 pm Monday, 29 October, 2007
What he may have not told you, is that there are three people in your relationship. And one of them is William Shatner.
NeilDave
Ah I love my friends.
What he may have not told you, is that there are three people in your relationship. And one of them is William Shatner.
NeilDave
Ah I love my friends.
Alright let me tell you just how bored I’ve been stuck at home over the past week.
Are you ready for this?
I’ve read pretty much every wikipedia entry on any and everyone that I remembered from the WWF (now WWE) from the late eighties and early nineties. I downloaded the “Montreal Screwjob” and actually found myself searching for Royal Rumbles and other such events. I even find myself giving thought to reading Bret Hart’s autobiography.
I went into Waterstones yesterday. I don’t know why, I’m not meant to be buying books…though I’m not meant to have been buying books for a while now. So there is the new Alice Sebold; The Almost Moon there and so I have to buy that. Then I get to thinking that the press over the 2007 Booker winner The Gathering has sold me on it and so I’ll have that. Then I spot a new hardcover by Joe Hill and his Heart Shaped Box was one of the best horror novels I’ve read in years and so I had to have that. Then by the time I add in the same book on Hopper from Taschen (who I seem to be getting a lot of art books from recently) and decide that I really should see what the fuss is about over Stephen Fry and get his first novel, well I’m over the £50. Oops.
Really done now. This needs to be a cheap month. I have changes ahead to pay for one way or the other.
So I’m off to Dublin on Wednesday and very much looking forward to it. I could do with the break, not that I’ve not really just had a break but I felt like shit and didn’t do very much. So that’ll be good. It’ll be good to get out and spend some time with folks. I made that phonecall today, I sat down to make three calls and all three rang out. Then later on I did manage to speak to all three people. That one was odd, I suspect that nothing is actually going to come of it but I really hope I’m wrong.
Wow it’s late.
If you were there, you know. If you weren’t, my god, I wish I could show you what it was like.
We can never have that moment again. But me? Je ne regrette rien.
In Metafilter “Unicorn on the cob” comments on Rave Culture in North Carolina and lying here reading it, I have this utter feeling of having missed something wonderful.
It may come as no surprise to you to learn that I’m very tired. For a week in which I have done very little, I feel shattered.
I’m still not over this fucking cold and I’d really like to stop coughing now. I have no plans at all for the weekend. I note that the Everyman 2 minutes walk away is showing Once and I’d quite like to see that. I may venture out if I can get a ticket for a showing.
I’m sure I’ll game a little. Played a good bit this week, some of it was lotsa fun. I took my PB from 18-23 today which was kinda nice. I need to respec him now I have a little better idea how it goes…also I slotted very badly. I’ll certainly get 24 in for a nice new power and see how things go along there…is 30 calling? I’m enjoying some low level characters too, having the chance to get travel powers earlier makes such a huge difference. I’ve managed to get some characters going past level 10, amazing!
Anyway I must go, I want to finish this book before I sleep tonight.
It’s three am and I’m a) freezing and b) unable to sleep. There is a certain irony in the latter…
I just got up to put some clothes on, specificaly some socks as my feet are like iceicles. I suspect it’s partly down to the lack of food over the past few days. I haven’t eaten very much and this is my body now deciding to complain about that. Joy.
So here are somethings, mostly random:
Life doesn’t owe you anything. Not a single thing, no matter how much you might think or act like it does, it doesn’t. You have nothing coming and you are not entitled to anything.
I have spent the past hour wondering how much school actually prepared me for life. I don’t think the answer is all that much. I’m struggling to think of things that I took from school which are actually useful to me. I mean sure we can go with reading and basic math but other than that, I dunno. Cursive writing? Please. I was even thinking that I wonder how much use even doing English was. In day to day life, do I actually need to know the difference between a verb and a noun? Do I need know the difference between a simile and a metaphor? I dunno…
Morals, wow nelly. There’s possibly a whole long rant on this one here but not now. I don’t even know where to begin to try a summation. I especially don’t know how to even begin to type this without coming across as some supreme asshole. So I’m going to try a massive generalisation. Some people have high standards of morals, some people have low standards. Others have no morals and others float somewhere between lots and none. Right well that’s good Dave, go with that… What I think I’m trying to say is that sometimes the judging goes both ways. So someone with a high set of morals judges someone else for a lesser set of morals, it’s entirely possible that the person with the lesser set is judging the person with the higher set.
Okay well fuck me. I guess I should have paid more attention in those aforementioned English classes, then I might be able to get that into a sentence or paragraph that might actually make sense.
- In a(nother) piece of irony, while I was commenting about school, I had wikipedia open in two windows. One to look up Derrida and the other to follow that a little more and go into deconstruction. I’ve just opened it again to look see what it says about morals.
So tonight due to still feeling shitty, I have not gone out with herself nor have I attended the massive V evening with honoured guests and rare old faces. Both of these are not good, I’d have much rather been out. Especially as I’m sat here not sleeping and not even close to sleeping. Bah.
Dublin next week. I’ve been thinking more about sorting some stuff out and I’ve come to a couple of decisions. So tomorrow I need to make a phone call and while I suspect the best I’ll get is voicemail, I’d like to leave a message at the least.
Tomorrow, well I should say later today. I need to go into work. I’m feeling much better right now. I doubt I’ll be able to say the same when my alarm goes off and I’ve had no sleep but anyway. I want to find out if there is any more news, there should be. Two deadlines have passed and I’ve been lead to believe there is stuff to hear. That should be something.
Also, tomorrow evening I have a ticket to see Christy Moore. I’m now very glad to remember that it’s a fully seated gig so that’s gonna be good. I’ve also got a ticket for the fourth row which is nice. I’m going whether I feel up to it or not. It’ll be a lovely sing along in a few places and if that’s not what I need right now, then I don’t know what is. It’s in lovely Hammersmith too. So into work and then I guess some catching up with people after before heading down there. I must look into times and support etc but could just be a couple of hours of himself and Declan. Should be good stuff.
I bought some art from my friend Jill recently. She’s been doing some cool stuff over the past year or so and I wanted to get something for my walls. I was extra pleased today when I read that she’s involved in Jeremy’s deal with Zuda (the DC Comics online imprint) and will be doing some chapter breaks and stuff. I met Jeremy briefly back in NYC earlier in the year, really nice guy in person. It’s nice to see more success coming along for him. And damn if his art for it isn’t really pretty, love that cover.
My finger is sore. I’d blame the cold but I seem to be noticing it a lot recently. Sore isn’t really the right word, I just know that it’s there a little more and I notice that while I’m typing, I don’t seem to be using it very much. There isn’t any reason for it, it’s all fine but I’m not. I should watch that. Hard to believe it was coming on a year ago…
So I’m 28 now. I mention this not because of the number or anything like that but because age has been a discussion all over the place recently. I wonder what it really means, I wonder if it means anything. I tend to come down on the latter, I almost always believe that it is just a number and I really do believe that life and how you live it matters way more than some number. What I sometimes do wonder is what if I’m wrong about that or what if I have been wrong about that. Is there something missing perhaps, a road not taken (or even not yet taken?).
When does adulthood start? I mean really. Ooh I love wikipedia:
Adulthood can be defined in terms of biology, psychological adult development, law, personal character, or social status.
Well that’s an answer, and a pretty good one. I guess that’s not what I’m talking about. I wonder what the expectations are, internal and external and how they match up (if at all). I wonder, I do that a lot.
Alright so it’s very late (or early) and I know I’m talking shit. I have all these half formed thoughts and they seem to be falling out. When I picked up the laptop, I was thinking that I’d head over into LJ and post something locked away so I’d not have to worry so much about what I say but I don’t want to get back into such habits. So instead this is what you get and I just don’t mention some of the things or don’t go into any detail.
Also, talk shite.
I’m listening to the latest Springsteen album for about the third time this evening, maybe even the fourth. It’s grown on me a lot. I’m not convinced it’s a classic nor would I call it as good as the last two studio works but it’s grown on me. Looking forward to seeing him live in December.
Time flies sometimes does it not?
I need to stop spending money. Well, I don’t really but it might be an idea. I realised today that I have over three hundred pounds worth of tickets booked for things till the end of the year for other people! I really should sort some of that out. It’s nice to know though when some bills come in that I do actually have more money than I think I do. Deposit on the last flat has finally been sorted and so I should have that back next week which will be good. I believe I got paid yesterday which will also be good. I should check that later on.
I’m starting to feel tired now and warming up a little. Also starving.
I don’t think I should post this but this is me and I wouldn’t have written this far if I wasn’t going to post it. It’s not me to write locally, if it goes down here, then it generally goes onto the web. There are a few things saved in draft that never made it but this won’t be one of them.
I’ll try and come back to some of these and make more sense, but I’m never very good at reading whatever I wrote (and this is too long, I’m not going to bother with spell check, sorry!) so if this has helped me clear any of my thoughts (it has, at least one major one) then I’m unlikely to come back.
Right. Sleep, thanks for reading this far if you did…I don’t know why you would though.
The Beeb are streaming the entire thing of course and fucking hell if the intro to Vaka isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/electricproms/2007/films/sigurros/
…due to the presence of amiina, last night’s acoustic set before the screening was nine songs long
Today I got up at 9.30.
I went back to bed at 11.00
I got slept(!) till 3.45 where I got out of bed again.
So I guess it’s not really too late for going to bed. I don’t want to, I feel like I’ve had enough sleep for today (ha, is such a thing possible?) but I’m also feeling shattered and like I could sleep for hours.
I’ve just realised that I only had two slices of toast today and that was hours and hours ago. Perhaps I should have had more food. Ah well, I shall have some calpol instead and look forward to see what dreams it may bring with it.
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