I actually did a workshop piece for tomorrow!!! I know, shocking, right? Now I just need to make good on the whole not-going-out thing by going to sleep. Unfortunately Jotty's asshole friends are round making a noise again, and I have a raging headache.
So instead? I'm clearing out two things off my RSS that popped up today, but not like I normally do. No links required, since I just thought someone might actually give a shit about these. I found out two shortcuts today:
- Shift + Right Click on Drives (C:/, etc) in My Computer. Opens expanded menu. Depending on what level of administration (total admin, admin, user, guest) you have, this gives you access to different stuff.
- Ctrl + Z in Firefox. Most people know about Ctrl + T (opens a new tab), well if you do Ctrl + T, then Ctrl + Z, it opens a new tab, and duplicates the one you were in previously. It has its uses.
That's all I got today. Headache stopping me from writing anymore.
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists
December 8, 2009
December 4, 2009
December 1, 2009
Glarble
Let's see, PM video done and uploaded, internet still not back up, though. Makes me ever-so-slightly thankful for the creative writing suite!
My assessments are looming and I'm none the wiser as to what two of them are going to be, although I've made starting plans for the first two, and even written a little for one of them!
I egged Bryony on to get the email out of her that she kept saying she'd written a while ago but had decided not to send me, and I'm kind of glad I did, but also really rather depressed by it. Haha. Haven't replied. Don't really know what I can possibly say. Can't very well tell her none of it matters and nothing's changed. Argh. Then met up with Reece on Saturday and he took her along. And of course, we were entirely fake and pretended like it hadn't happened. Tch.
My Nan was taken to hospital the other day, that's what was grating on me before; as far as we know she's okay, but they wouldn't keep her in where they could keep an eye on her because there's a "very slight chance" that it's swineflu. There's a "very slight chance" that I'm sick to fucking death of the NHS's bullshit regarding a weaker-than-average strain of flu. Especially when it concerns my family...
Huw got into a fight at Liquid the other night, and I gotta say, besides the night-ruining implications, I was entirely impressed watching him fight. I mean, we spar a little, so I know he's good, but jeez. Three guys started on him for exactly zero reason, he batted them away and tried to talk it over, and they kept coming. One was tripped before he knew what was happening, a second got an elbow to the temple and a boot to the face, and the last guy he punched so hard in the nose that he cut his hand up rather badly. Really don't think those three are gonna be a problem anymore; the bouncers didn't even kick Huw out, he left of his own accord. I assume they knew it wasn't him who started it...
I think it's the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately
My assessments are looming and I'm none the wiser as to what two of them are going to be, although I've made starting plans for the first two, and even written a little for one of them!
I egged Bryony on to get the email out of her that she kept saying she'd written a while ago but had decided not to send me, and I'm kind of glad I did, but also really rather depressed by it. Haha. Haven't replied. Don't really know what I can possibly say. Can't very well tell her none of it matters and nothing's changed. Argh. Then met up with Reece on Saturday and he took her along. And of course, we were entirely fake and pretended like it hadn't happened. Tch.
My Nan was taken to hospital the other day, that's what was grating on me before; as far as we know she's okay, but they wouldn't keep her in where they could keep an eye on her because there's a "very slight chance" that it's swineflu. There's a "very slight chance" that I'm sick to fucking death of the NHS's bullshit regarding a weaker-than-average strain of flu. Especially when it concerns my family...
Huw got into a fight at Liquid the other night, and I gotta say, besides the night-ruining implications, I was entirely impressed watching him fight. I mean, we spar a little, so I know he's good, but jeez. Three guys started on him for exactly zero reason, he batted them away and tried to talk it over, and they kept coming. One was tripped before he knew what was happening, a second got an elbow to the temple and a boot to the face, and the last guy he punched so hard in the nose that he cut his hand up rather badly. Really don't think those three are gonna be a problem anymore; the bouncers didn't even kick Huw out, he left of his own accord. I assume they knew it wasn't him who started it...
I think it's the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately
November 30, 2009
No Blog Today. RSS Time.
Blogger recently introduced LiveJournal style "cuts" so you can show kind of a preview of a post, without it filling up the page. Like this one! My Reader's getting really full again. So here we go...
November 28, 2009
Badtimes.
It's been a bad week. Rather bad indeed. In fact so bad I'm not sure I want to discuss it on here.
That did not stop me doing my project mackerel video, my lack of internet has! I can't use Youtube in the writing suite so I'm stumped for a way to upload. I was supposed to get it back this morning but it's not up yet, hence my sitting alone up here in this white room that reminds me disturbingly of a hospital.
The lion and the calf shall lie down together but the calf won't get much sleep
That did not stop me doing my project mackerel video, my lack of internet has! I can't use Youtube in the writing suite so I'm stumped for a way to upload. I was supposed to get it back this morning but it's not up yet, hence my sitting alone up here in this white room that reminds me disturbingly of a hospital.
The lion and the calf shall lie down together but the calf won't get much sleep
November 17, 2009
Burning Time
Whatever happened to me actually blogging for the sake of blogging? I keep neglecting it, although I suppose it's a sign that I'm enjoying myself, eh?
I hid someone's stuff last night and they hit the roof bigtime. Kinda overreacted in my opinion and isn't talking to me. Ah well. Haha.
Well that's about it. Will update my workshop page later, and do a PM video later in the week. Back to my lecture? I think so.
No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar
I hid someone's stuff last night and they hit the roof bigtime. Kinda overreacted in my opinion and isn't talking to me. Ah well. Haha.
Well that's about it. Will update my workshop page later, and do a PM video later in the week. Back to my lecture? I think so.
No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar
November 7, 2009
So Very Tired!
I'm up way later than I should be. I wrote until about twenty minutes ago, and I'm still not up to the word count I should be, but I got a ton done today so I'm happy. I saw The Men Who Stare At Goats at the cinema. Long story short it's not worth the admission fee. It's funny, but it's not a worthwhile film. Rent it or download it when it comes out, but don't waste a cinema ticket. I was gonna go home this weekend, but I can't really be bothered now, even though everybody else from my flat is gone. As it happens that works out quite nicely. They guys in the flat opposite are all still around, so if I want company it's there, but on the other hand if I want to sit and write I have peace and quiet (and an empty flat to blare music in) if I want it. Just uploaded another PM video. I'm writing this in notepad, and the second it finishes uploading I'm swapping to my account, dropping this on blogger, and going to bed! It's half past four and my eyes are burning with sleep deprevation!
9315 Words!
A man with a watch knows what time it is. A man with two watches is never sure
9315 Words!
A man with a watch knows what time it is. A man with two watches is never sure
October 28, 2009
Quickie
Kat coming to stay (yay). Uni's still great. Money's tight. NaNoWriMo starts Sunday. Promise to do a PM video before then.
About the most originality that any writer can hope to achieve honestly is to steal with good judgment
About the most originality that any writer can hope to achieve honestly is to steal with good judgment
October 19, 2009
To Summarise...
Freshers pics are all up. Everyone's back into Project Mackerel. I spent the weekend back home, met up with Owen, Michael, Bryony, and Kirsty. Workload is suddenly huge. Room is tidy for a change. Big tub of clothes to wash assuming I want to wear underwear today. Brought my entire Terry Brooks collection back with me, but then after lugging it all the way here I realised I had LEFT ONE AT HOME. THE SHAME.
That's all I got, just got a text, will do a PM video either after lectures today or after lectures tomorrow. To conclude, here's one of the Google quotes of the day that kinda makes you think...
We are at the very beginning of time for the human race. It is not unreasonable that we grapple with problems. But there are tens of thousands of years in the future. Our responsibility is to do what we can, learn what we can, improve the solutions, and pass them on
That's all I got, just got a text, will do a PM video either after lectures today or after lectures tomorrow. To conclude, here's one of the Google quotes of the day that kinda makes you think...
We are at the very beginning of time for the human race. It is not unreasonable that we grapple with problems. But there are tens of thousands of years in the future. Our responsibility is to do what we can, learn what we can, improve the solutions, and pass them on
October 12, 2009
Sick as a Dog
I'm really ill. I pride myself in the fact that while I've been known to skive now and again, I never actually get ill. Like, I get colds and stomach bugs, and migraines, etc. but never anything that lasts more than a few days. What with that weird throat infection I had before coming to uni (which incidentally I didn't blog about because of the huge gap between blogs last month!), and this riddiculous fever I've had over the weekend, I'm starting to think my immune system needs a kick up its arse.
At first I just thought it was gonna be a hardcore cold, or at worst a mild flu, but I've gotten progressively more ill over the last week, until it culminated on the weekend in what felt like death. I don't have any reason I can think of (I've actually been eating quite well) that I'd suddenly get bowled over like this, but it happened, and I'm only just starting to recover. Might sound a little dramatic, but shivering constantly as though freezing is no fun when you're sweating up a storm and choking on a level of mucous that a human being just should not be able to produce is so unbelievably unfun. I actually had to flip my mattress over when I woke up after sleeping friday night, because I had sweated almost entirely through it...
Okay, disgusting bit of sharing over with, my workshop went brilliantly last week, and I'm actually looking forward to the next time I get picked. It was a lot more helpful than I thought it would be, although on the face of it no more than a sentence or two of my work looks like it's going to be changed. This one guy, however, just refused to listen when I was explaining what the piece was supposed to achieve; which was "to disorientate the reader". To do this I basically went through my entire prologue working from the main character's perspective, but without and characteral description. I.e. I talked about the surroundings, what he had to do, what was happening, but I didn't talk about Taiji himself or any of the other characters I mentioned. Now everyone else got this. Everyone understood that a) it's a prologue and doesn't follow normal writing conventions, and b) it was meant to confuse the reader, make them feel lost! But this guy just carried on and on about how character is the most important thing in a novel, and that I'm doomed to failure if I don't listen to him and change my work. Big fat fuck you.
Freshers pictures are slowly making their way onto Facebook, and me and Owen are getting back into PM nicely, just waiting on Dan and Carla to get their internet and camera sorted, respectively. Now, I need to go and have a cold shower because we're again lacking hot water, and then I think I'm going to give this workshop another shot; technically I'm excused because of my sickness, but I can stand now, so I might as well be doing something, else what am I paying for, right?
It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail
At first I just thought it was gonna be a hardcore cold, or at worst a mild flu, but I've gotten progressively more ill over the last week, until it culminated on the weekend in what felt like death. I don't have any reason I can think of (I've actually been eating quite well) that I'd suddenly get bowled over like this, but it happened, and I'm only just starting to recover. Might sound a little dramatic, but shivering constantly as though freezing is no fun when you're sweating up a storm and choking on a level of mucous that a human being just should not be able to produce is so unbelievably unfun. I actually had to flip my mattress over when I woke up after sleeping friday night, because I had sweated almost entirely through it...
Okay, disgusting bit of sharing over with, my workshop went brilliantly last week, and I'm actually looking forward to the next time I get picked. It was a lot more helpful than I thought it would be, although on the face of it no more than a sentence or two of my work looks like it's going to be changed. This one guy, however, just refused to listen when I was explaining what the piece was supposed to achieve; which was "to disorientate the reader". To do this I basically went through my entire prologue working from the main character's perspective, but without and characteral description. I.e. I talked about the surroundings, what he had to do, what was happening, but I didn't talk about Taiji himself or any of the other characters I mentioned. Now everyone else got this. Everyone understood that a) it's a prologue and doesn't follow normal writing conventions, and b) it was meant to confuse the reader, make them feel lost! But this guy just carried on and on about how character is the most important thing in a novel, and that I'm doomed to failure if I don't listen to him and change my work. Big fat fuck you.
Freshers pictures are slowly making their way onto Facebook, and me and Owen are getting back into PM nicely, just waiting on Dan and Carla to get their internet and camera sorted, respectively. Now, I need to go and have a cold shower because we're again lacking hot water, and then I think I'm going to give this workshop another shot; technically I'm excused because of my sickness, but I can stand now, so I might as well be doing something, else what am I paying for, right?
It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail
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