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    • CommentAuthorBatmensch
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    I used an internet publicity service to promote my latest album, and a management guy from Los Angeles said he was interested and strung me along for several months and in the meantime I didn't do any more promotion. Time to get back to work ;)
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008 edited
    Thoughts on Rocky Horror & Time.

    I once help start & belonged to a Rocky Horror cast. I was Riff-Raff.
    Last night that cast celebrated it's 20th Anniversary.
    I didn't go to the show. I've seen it. I know how it ends.

    Most of those freaks are still my good friends to this day,
    so I had them over for a cocktail party. 'twas a good time.

    It's terrible strange to see how much we all have changed over those years.
    From the tiny lil' punks, goths and geeks of our youth to the shop owners, designers,
    artist and parents that we are today. Different now, yet still the same.
    We all knew we had so much potential. Some of us actually arrived and others
    are almost there, and it all been amazing. I'm thankful that I have these people.

    Your peer group is the people who were there.
    They are the people who just get it.
    Yea, we're not right, but we are still what we have.

    & I'm also glad that my favorite waste of a Saturday Night
    is still that to a whole new generation of oddballs and freaks.

  1.  (571.23)
    My life continues shit but Whitechapel is a pretty good message board so at least the internet still loves me.

    So yeah. No job. No benefits. No real hope for the future. Everyone hates the novel that I wrote. My band makes the Sex Pistols sound like Mike Oldfield.

    Fuck all that. I'm doing voluntary work with the mentally ill. I'm learning to play the violin properly again. I've started another novel and there's food in my stomach right now. Things could be a hell of a lot worse. I'm looking forward to The Dark Knight and ripping the piss out of the next Dan Brown. It turns out that John Fante is a fantastic writer and Philip K. Dick's early work is surprisingly good. Bring it on.
    • CommentAuthorhank
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    Half the reason I write LARP is so I don't have to write the damn dialog. It gets easier, right?
  2.  (571.25)
    This week I decided to try and code all my own store system so I can sell little pink handmade plushes that look, if you're being kind, like bunnies. If they were made out of marshmallow and dipped into deforming chemicals.

    PHP5 is giving me the beating of my life, and it is deeply unpleasant. Any sensible person would just install ZenCart, but oh no. Not me.

    I am honestly wondering if I should start putting razorblades in them to defuse the whole sorry affair.

    Also, I forgot how to understand English grammar today. That'd be fine if it weren't for the fact it's my first and only language.

    I want to invent something amazing but there are clever people out there who keep inventing them before me.
    • CommentAuthorMDF
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    Hello from Canada.

    OK, now that I've got that out of the way...

    Big fan of your work, and as a librarian I think it's an injustice that we don't have a copy of CROOKED LITTLE VEIN at my place of work yet.

    (Or anything else for that matter, but starting small is best. The collections librarian always asks me to read through the graphic novel catalogues and make recommendations, and I've put forward your name every chance I get. Maybe prose will seem less threatening.

    That shame and disgrace however, is eclipsed by the fact that I a) still haven't read it myself and b) haven't purchased my own personal copy so I can do that. I've told myself not to read it without giving you money for it, and I intend to keep that vow.)

    Of course, there's also the problem that so few people seem to go to the library to *read*, and with a large senior citizen/OAP population in town, many that do are the sort that might be put off by your work. But I shall carry on the fight regardless.
    • CommentAuthorNil
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    My girlfriend got us tickets to go and see The Dillinger Escape Plan in Glasgow in February. This makes her officially the best girlfriend ever.

    I bought a toaster. This should probably not excite me as much as it does. But then, I really like toast.

    I also bought an ashtray. This means I can now smoke in my room. This is not necessarily a good thing, as I now have no reason to leave.

    My guitar is looking at me from the wardrobe. I haven't played in months. I've had to accept this year that I will almost certainly never be a famous rock star, which doesn't upset me as much as I thought (christ, it's not like I ever really tried). At this point, I think I'd settle for being mediocre - I'm only going to be playing for my own enjoyment anyway. If only I could ever get up the energy to practice.

    That's what is on my mind today and it is utterly banal (and a little whiny). So it goes, I guess.
  3.  (571.28)
    Preparing to get into a argument with publishers tomorrow. Naming the sequel to my book "Blood, Sweat and Tea 2" is frankly a shit idea and I need to make them realise this.

    And I need to see a doctor about my ankle, as I'm getting ready to kill myself over my reduced mobility.

    Fuck it, the argument will make me feel better.

    Also fucking around with the idea of starting a Great British Groupblog with a couple of interesting folks.

    I'll also put money on me sorting out my media server/web server at 4am in the morning with half a bottle of vodka in me.

    Which will also make me argue better. Oh yes it will...
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    I am pleased to say I have recovered almost completely from the frightening and injurious ways I love you, it has settled down to fact, a mere pulse of the blood, far less detrimental. Or mental at all, really. Which means, I suppose, you're firmly wedged into my biology now, which means you're family, but I'd rather if you weren't signed on as a funny uncle, please, I've got enough of those.

    I would like very much to invent a new life for myself, one where I live more from my art and do not have to deal with smug bastard men in $300 ties who would pay me minimum wage because "writing isn't real work" is it missy as he smirks, letting me in on his little joke before he runs off with his platinum wife to practise his golf swing in Malibu, where the air is rarified by such a different tax bracket that it's like it's not even on earth. I might have justr been hired on as a photographer for a magazine, though, so soon I may be flown to New Mexico to take part in a PowWow, so I suppose I must learn to hide my natty judgements and swallow it like the dust of the desert as I'm almost certain it isn't professional to actively dislike spiritualism at religious events one has been paid to respectfully document.

    In other news, I have kept up the 365, though I am surprised already at myself for having done so. The only other thing I do absolutely daily is brush my teeth.
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    I invite anyone interested to take a look at my Zuda story, Urbis Faerie. I'm not all that concerned with winning (I'm happy to hold onto the rights), but feel free to vote for me -- I don't want to come in last, either. ;)
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    "masturbating furiously" is not the same as "feeling romantic"

    thanks for ruining my romantic evening
    • CommentAuthorMDF
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    A correction to my first (ever) post above: 'a copy' should read 'multiple copies'.
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    I am on a campaign conference call and I want to get up to refresh my coffee, but I can't. I also think Gabbly chat hates me, but it's keeping me sane while I'm waiting.
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    Hey there,
    Spent the entire day working on a new poem for a performance later in the year. Difficult writing about an estranged, deceased father in a southern-style frame of mind. Anyway, I have been thinking I would love for you to revisit the concept of a mutant shaman a.k.a. Nate Grey. Any hope of a recurrence?
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    Your forum is great, and I've really enjoyed lurking on it. I've wanted to say that.

  5.  (571.36)
    My girlfriend is an enthusiastic cook, and she is very excited by Gordon Ramsay. Her birthday is in three weeks and I've got us reservations at one of his restaurants as a surprise. I'm kind of terrified at the thought of just how much money I'm going to spend on food and wine that evening.

    Before that, on the 31st, we're playing an actual gig in real life Whitechapel, at a pub called The White Hart. We're playing on a bill with a wind quintet and an improv group called Book of Play. Should be an exciting evening. Anyone in London should come along and enjoy the music.
  6.  (571.37)
    I've just finished a Spider Jerusalem drawing as a gift to a friend of mine. Would you be offended if, later on, I posted it on the internet so everyone could evaluate how much I suck? Or even if I shoved it at your intarnut persona?
  7.  (571.38)
    I have, in the past, been quite a selfish, self-centered prick. I hurt quite a few good, intelligent people. In the past couple years or so of my life, I have come to realize the extent of all the shit I have done. Now, i'm trying to make things right, and finding out that sometimes you can't make it right. Damage done. Moving on from that is just about the toughest thing ever.

    It's damn hard to become a decent guy when i've spent all the prior years of my life as a petty little shit.
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    I am standing here at work bored out of my mind. I am not a fan of my job. I've been here for 2.5 years, and I am so utterly sick of it. But for all practical purposes I'm stuck here at least until I get my AA, which is at least another 6 months away. Sigh.
    Every day I hate it more and more.
  8.  (571.40)
    Old Moon Face - *THAT* White Hart? Isn't it a titty bar by day?

    I might have to motivate myself and come and see you, I can wave at my mates across the road.