Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig
Okay, presuming that all the people I offended with last post are still with me, Hey everybody out there in Blog Land.
I just got back from Bognor Regis after spending the weekend hanging out with my Dad, my Grandmother and assorted Uncles and other relations.
Did I mention that My Grandmother always overfeeds me? Here was the funny thing: this time I was actually hungry most of the time. How weird is that. Not only that, whenever I go down there I usually seem to gain a little weight. I bought some scales last week, and since Friday I seem to have lost two Kilos.
Weird.
I understand that 2 kilos is entirely within the fluctuations that a human being's weight goes through, but it is still a little surprising.
Notable things about the weekend besides: - reading the Times, the Telegraph etc and deciding that I should buy a dictionary if I'm going to continue to read English Newspapers. Australian Newspapers have a reading age of twelve.
- Seeing a movie called Heaven's Gate on late night TV. Caused me to re-evaluate Kris Kristofferson as an actor etc, especially after reading an interview he did on Enough Rope last year. I always wrote him off as a redneck. Guess I was off base with that.
- Reading a Zine-ish Extreme Metal Mag from here in the UK and finding a really intelligent, academic even essay on the 19th Century cultural roots of the philosophies which would be reflected in the Pagan Black Metal movement. Fascinating reading.
Did I ever mention that a girl once thought it was funny that I loved Slayer but I could use words like Attrition in a Sentence? I hate the stereotype that metal fans are stupid almost as much as I hate the metal fans who live up to it.
Anyways...
Since getting back to London I've been to the Bank, and after I finish here (I'm typing pretty damn fast) I'll going to be running around on a couple of errands.
For example, I want to get a ticket to go see Michael Moorcock and Alan Moore at Blackwells on Wednesday. Which means that I need to buy a ticket.
Seriously. Having missed over the last few months, through my own ineptitude, Neil Gaiman AND Bret Easton Ellis, if I miss this for any other reason than it is already sold out, I officially suck.
At least as a literary poser.
Otherwise: I need to get out some money to pay my rent and have a look at Forbidden Planet to see if they have anything in the sales I want.
Plus I need to keep chipping away at ongoing projects, the foremost of which is currently GET A JOB.
In any case, enough blogging, time for action.
Things to see and people to do.
Over and out.
Later on...
Okay, I guess I officially suck.
I went to Blackwells, and it turns out that not only were tickets to the Moorcock/Moore talkie thing sold out, they were sold out last Wednesday. Thursday at the latest.
That in itself isn't enough to convict me of suckage (I did give myself an out) but to add insult to injury, when I went to Forbidden Planet to look for another Invisibles Trade Paperback I found out that I had missed an instore a few weeks ago by Brian Froud. Brian Fucking Froud. Brian Fucking Labyrinth Fucking Dark Chrystal Fucking Lady Cottington's Book of Fairies Fucking Froud.
Let me show you this in interpretive dance: The Ball, stage left. Me, faffing about stage right, never looking stage left once.
Fuck.
Anyways, I signed onto the Forbidden Planet Mailing List, I'll do the same for Blackwells, and I'm not going to let something like that slip past me again. Not without a damn good reason.
To console myself I bought an Invisibles trade paperback at another comic store, as well as a few issues of a Warren Ellis title called Desolation Jones, all the while swapping one liners with the staff.
Me: Hey. You know the signs in the stairway saying 'Warning: Stairs can be slippery. Be Careful.'
Cashier: Yeah?
Me: You should put a sign on the ceiling saying 'We Tried to Warn You...'
Other discovery today: there is a guitar shop just up the road from me on the High Road. Which means that if I want strings, picks or even my guitar setup I don't have to take it Soho.
Anyways, this is me heading out to do some quick shopping before heading home to watch Life On Mars.
Over and Out Again.
I just got back from Bognor Regis after spending the weekend hanging out with my Dad, my Grandmother and assorted Uncles and other relations.
Did I mention that My Grandmother always overfeeds me? Here was the funny thing: this time I was actually hungry most of the time. How weird is that. Not only that, whenever I go down there I usually seem to gain a little weight. I bought some scales last week, and since Friday I seem to have lost two Kilos.
Weird.
I understand that 2 kilos is entirely within the fluctuations that a human being's weight goes through, but it is still a little surprising.
Notable things about the weekend besides: - reading the Times, the Telegraph etc and deciding that I should buy a dictionary if I'm going to continue to read English Newspapers. Australian Newspapers have a reading age of twelve.
- Seeing a movie called Heaven's Gate on late night TV. Caused me to re-evaluate Kris Kristofferson as an actor etc, especially after reading an interview he did on Enough Rope last year. I always wrote him off as a redneck. Guess I was off base with that.
- Reading a Zine-ish Extreme Metal Mag from here in the UK and finding a really intelligent, academic even essay on the 19th Century cultural roots of the philosophies which would be reflected in the Pagan Black Metal movement. Fascinating reading.
Did I ever mention that a girl once thought it was funny that I loved Slayer but I could use words like Attrition in a Sentence? I hate the stereotype that metal fans are stupid almost as much as I hate the metal fans who live up to it.
Anyways...
Since getting back to London I've been to the Bank, and after I finish here (I'm typing pretty damn fast) I'll going to be running around on a couple of errands.
For example, I want to get a ticket to go see Michael Moorcock and Alan Moore at Blackwells on Wednesday. Which means that I need to buy a ticket.
Seriously. Having missed over the last few months, through my own ineptitude, Neil Gaiman AND Bret Easton Ellis, if I miss this for any other reason than it is already sold out, I officially suck.
At least as a literary poser.
Otherwise: I need to get out some money to pay my rent and have a look at Forbidden Planet to see if they have anything in the sales I want.
Plus I need to keep chipping away at ongoing projects, the foremost of which is currently GET A JOB.
In any case, enough blogging, time for action.
Things to see and people to do.
Over and out.
Later on...
Okay, I guess I officially suck.
I went to Blackwells, and it turns out that not only were tickets to the Moorcock/Moore talkie thing sold out, they were sold out last Wednesday. Thursday at the latest.
That in itself isn't enough to convict me of suckage (I did give myself an out) but to add insult to injury, when I went to Forbidden Planet to look for another Invisibles Trade Paperback I found out that I had missed an instore a few weeks ago by Brian Froud. Brian Fucking Froud. Brian Fucking Labyrinth Fucking Dark Chrystal Fucking Lady Cottington's Book of Fairies Fucking Froud.
Let me show you this in interpretive dance: The Ball, stage left. Me, faffing about stage right, never looking stage left once.
Fuck.
Anyways, I signed onto the Forbidden Planet Mailing List, I'll do the same for Blackwells, and I'm not going to let something like that slip past me again. Not without a damn good reason.
To console myself I bought an Invisibles trade paperback at another comic store, as well as a few issues of a Warren Ellis title called Desolation Jones, all the while swapping one liners with the staff.
Me: Hey. You know the signs in the stairway saying 'Warning: Stairs can be slippery. Be Careful.'
Cashier: Yeah?
Me: You should put a sign on the ceiling saying 'We Tried to Warn You...'
Other discovery today: there is a guitar shop just up the road from me on the High Road. Which means that if I want strings, picks or even my guitar setup I don't have to take it Soho.
Anyways, this is me heading out to do some quick shopping before heading home to watch Life On Mars.
Over and Out Again.
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