I am out of touch

Not with you, although I am.  Hello, you.  How are you?

Bulletin from da kids:  Fat ties are in.  This seems at odds with the current vogue for all things 80s, but you can’t argue with the way people knot their school ties.  There never was a time when fat ties were cool for us at school.  I feel old and weird just knowing this.

Talking of feeling old, what’s MySpace all about?  Isn’t it just a load of old shit?  I mean, why does everyone have a MySpace page?  Shameless self-promotion?  I genuinely don’t get it.  I mean, I don’t like LJ but at least I understand it.  MySpace seems to be filling a nonexistent void in the market.  Nonexistent void – wow.  There’s a conceptual mindwarp for you.

Teatime

Wow.  Gosh, the cake was actually better today (the day after it was made).  The lemon has soaked through the sponge and the slight (not unpleasant) egginess of yesterday has vanished, replaced with a mellow lemony taste and a subtle crunch where the syrup has hardened to a sort of glaze.

And I still have a little left.  And more at home!  Woo!

Ushering In A New Era

Hello. This may be the first of many posts. I hope so. I’m at work, and this is via email. I decided to actually look at Blogger and see if there’s a way to cut off the footer on a work email… and there is. Hurrah! So hopefully this will work and I’ll post more regularly. Though I’m not guaranteed to be any more interesting than before. Also I don’t know if the HTML in this message works properly.

Just to keep you up to date: We have bookshelves – IKEA’s famed Billy is now resident – and a KitchenAid food mixer and thanks to that I have cake at lunchtime. Although I may save it for a sit-down at 4…

Ah, teatime.

And… action.

The Movies rocks. I have a film prepping now – a 50’s nostalgia piece with hot girl-on-girl action – and one in post whose name I have forgotten but which promises to be super-awesome, I think. I was a little disappointed with some of my earlier efforts – “The Cabin of Difficulty!” suffered from poor subtitling, and “The Dame’s Afoot” strayed from its initial brief a little too far. But you have to keep trying. Baby steps.

The post-production facility is a bit of a bastard in hi-res, so I have to keep switching down to lo-res to make sure the subtitles and FX synch up okay. I’ve made it to the 1970s without disaster, being merely mediocre. It’s a high-presure game, no doubt about it. Anyway, soon I shall be uploading “British Cop!” – a mis-matched buddy movie set on the San Francisco subway (I don’t want to hear it), “Callum and Stephen’s Laugh-In” – a farewell indulgence for one of my starriest stars, with hilarity a-plenty* and maybe “Dance All Evening” – a gritty kung-fu thriller with Thelma & Louise overtones.

*Exaggeration, may not be funny.

Hello, gorgeous.

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I’m back. Miss me? Or have you just quietly deleted me from your bookmarks (should I ever have been there)?

Well, you missed loads! Loads of stuff. I have some stories to tell, and I will tell them. But not yet. You’re going to have to invent your own. Right now I want to sleep and play The Movies. AT THE SAME TIME!

Sadly, this is not possible. I suppose I must sleep. Unless I can’t post this because I can’t connect to blogger. Nooooo! So… very.. tired….

Excuse me, but..

..when did praline become the default filling for chocolates? Hmm? Why wasn’t I consulted?

OscarTM night tonight. Won’t be watching as it requires Sky Movies, but I have my fingers crossed for Brokeback in Best Film/Director and possibly actor and Reese for Best Actress.

More of my silly bear-based Photoshopping up on Flickr. Actually, Paintshopping. And I don’t think it’s as good as my last lot, but some fun anyway.

I’m not writing anything

If it helps. I’m not neglecting the blog on purpose. I’m just not writing. I can’t, at the moment. For some reason. I’m finding the usual breezy sitting-at-a-keyboard thing really tough. I took a couple of days off work to write the other week and nothing happened at all!

In other news, Star Wars Lego rocks. The videogame and the actual real stuff. I mean, I’ve never really got into it because it’s all specific-shaped bricks and that’s counter-Lego, to me. But the minifigs are just darling.

It’s all clear now.

It’s not often I find myself in the position to register dissent via downloading a TV show, but times is funny. Tom “The Cruiser” Cruise does not want me to see the episode of South Park entitled “Trapped in the Closet”. Why? Is it because of what it says about Scientology? Because it implies that he is perhaps… a gayer? Well, you know, I had to find out.

Half an hour later, I can say a few things. One, Matt Stone and Trey Parker are now officially Fair Game, though this is rather a high-profile episode and it might be a bit obvious… Two, Tom Cruise is a robust and confident heterosexual. Three, Tom Cruise is not gay. Four, Xenu is cool. Five, Tom Cruise has never looked at a man’s arse in a sexual way, it would not cross his mind. Six, John Travolta actually comes out of this looking cool – after all, he was also in that closet with non-homosexual Tom Cruise and he did not get any part of the episode banned. Seven, I don’t know what is wrong with us that we are not allowed to watch what America has already seen but whatever it is, we’ll do our very best to make it right. Apart from anything else, we really enjoyed watching it on the internet.

I can tell you now that Flppy – who does not normally watch South Park – watched this episode with me. Thus the bannination of this show effectively doubled its ratings. In this house.