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    Saturday Night Open Mic.

    Tell me about your week.

    Tell me what you really want to do.
  2.  (9086.2)
    Evening.

    My week was good. Last weekend were two Einsturzende Neubauten gigs in London - I stayed in London for both, and booked Monday off work so I could spend it idly wandering around London (visiting a bookbinding shop to pick up some bookcloth) before heading back to Brighton for a week of work.

    What do I really want to do? I want to create a small, private, password-protected, enclave online. There would only be a handful of people allowed in. It would be a hidden space. Something that’s not found through Google, and not accessible unless you have been given access. This is just a concept that I've been toying with today. It may appeal to me more as a concept than as a reality.
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      CommentAuthorevelet
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
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    All I can remember about my week is the two pints of scrumpy and a scotch egg I just consumed, so life is good.

    I want to be Cracker.
  3.  (9086.4)
    My week has been, by turns, short and boring, and long and awesome. In the best possible order. Carved up some pumpkin corpses and made esible things out of the flesh, and finally found myself a job. Went in for a basic paid job and got offered a role a grade up so well done me.

    What I reeeaaally want to is write music. Seriously, with time put into it and everything. Not just as an "if I can find time and space to do it." Living in a quiet area in a tiny room with my family is just not working out, but aforementioned news allows that to change in the near future. But christ knows I need a nice home studio setup (I have a cheap 7 year old laptop that's on it's last legs to work with) and then to acquire technical expertise, but the weird combination of the Social Network soundtrack and compiling Halloween music has seriously inspiring. ALso learneing how to draw and teaching myself how to write, properly, both lyrics and literature.

    Enough moaning, life is good and looking to get better. Onwards!
    • CommentAuthorSteadyUP
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
     (9086.5)
    Tonight closes out the third week of Paper Memory, the latest dance/multimedia performance by The Pillow Project - for whom I am the primary videographer/technical designer. The show is about the nature of ideas and memories, and how they interrelate and interact with the real world. We're doing 22 nights altogether, so attendance has been all over the map. Tonight's looking to be pretty good, though.

    What do I really want to do? Luckily, this.
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      CommentAuthortexture
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
     (9086.6)
    Evening all. I haven't been in an Open Mic for a while. A pleasure as always to share your company.

    Tell me about your week.

    Today was really good fun. A friend has started a film course, so we borrowed a camera from his college over the weekend and shot a video for one of the songs for my next EP. Honestly enjoyed twatting about in front of the camera, haven't done any of that for a while, and we used some excellent locations (Edinburgh's a very pretty city).

    It was a good end to a great week for me creatively - the spoken word group I'm in got booked to support an amazing writer, Steve Aylett, when he comes to do a reading next week in Edinburgh. It's a huge honour to be asked, and I'm really looking forward to hearing Mr Aylett read.

    I've been writing reasonably prolifically too - this week I finished a second draft of a stage play, recorded two hip-hop track and wrote a third, and did some more work on a short novella. I've been meaning to post in the lifehacks thread about my exploits - I'm setting myself targets of time and word count, and upping them every few weeks. So far, so good. It's been very rewarding in terms of my general happiness - I like to be busy, and it turns out I like deadlines, calendars and timetables (who knew).

    Tell me what you really want to do.

    I really want to see my ex-girlfriend. She's coming back from New Zealand in two weeks, I haven't seen her in over a year. We were together for six years before we broke up, and I loved her so damn much. I've missed her like crazy. Am absolutely terrified about seeing her again, but also enormously excited. I'm going to see my best friend again. Just wish it was now and not in a week's time!

    I really want to fly past Jupiter in a spacecraft. I want to see the weather patterns on a gas giant with my own eyes. I know that's a little ambitious, but I want to see that before I kick the bucket, really I do.

    I really want to buy the next issue of Neonomicon, and go and see RED. But I can't because I'm broke til payday.

    Thankfully, the unlikeliness of the last two happening is made up for by all the angsty semi-nude people in the SPIT thread... that's been keeping me amused for the past few days.

    Big love to all of you Whitechapel.
  4.  (9086.7)
    Good evening, Whitechapel.

    This week I got drunk and saw family as my course had a reading week, during which I've no classes to attend. I lazed around in the library and wrote segments of essays, took notes and had intermittent frenzies of panic over their deadline, finding a job and everything else that comes with university. I also began to suspect that this hangover may be perpetual.

    What do I really want to do? I want to run the country, live forever and tell the girl I have a needlessly complicated relationship with how I really feel about her. We sat around and cooked and watched all the Jurassic Park films and drank a whole lot and went from place to place in Glasgow basically having an amazing time of everything, to the extent that I stayed with her for 3 days instead of 1. The likelihood of any of those three ambitions reaching fruition is equally bleak. I'll settle for intermittent sex and a pretty fucking ace quasi-relationship.
    • CommentAuthorFan
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
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    I have some contract work, so I'm programming: for someone in NZ; which is nice to do, from a farmhouse in France. It's only temporary though: probably a few weeks at best.
    • CommentAuthorD-
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
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    My week was filled with a lot of work from the school and looking for a new cellphone. I'm almost done with high school(one month to go!). I want to be done with high school. I want to start university and i want a job.
    • CommentAuthorStefanJ
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
     (9086.10)
    Not a bad week.

    Busy but productive at work.

    I finished the graphics and a rewrite of a Superhero RPG adventure which will be published by Monkey House Games. First stuff I've written for Villains and Vigilantes in 25 years! I'm starting work on another.

    I just got back from watching The Social Network, which was great stuff.

    And, fucking hell, just now learned that one of my few remaining uncles is in hospice care. Pneumonia. But, well, not bad news, really. Poor guy went from "getting forgetful" to full-blown Alzheimer's last summer. I hope he goes quickly and peacefully.
  5.  (9086.11)
    My week:
    Fairly decent. I went to the doctor and it was a good experience. Work was... eh. Aunt is being bringing up land drama again but at least my mom is standing up to her. Unfortunately, both my mom and I are having jaw pain issues (clenching teeth basically) as a result of the stress built up over the past year. Aunt drama isn't going to help. Did fun things with my mom yesterday. Got around to putting checks in the bank and realizing I'm still quite comfortably in the black (without the checks). Am really enjoying sitting in my bed and doing stuff on the netbook. So comfy! Really boring stuff like that.

    What I really want to do:
    Lately I've been in an R rated kind of mood. Well, except that I lack a boyfriend and live in an area where everyone knows everyone. Cuddling would be nice too. Eh, so it goes.
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      CommentAuthorFauxhammer
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
     (9086.12)
    I've been off for most of the week. State Fair, relaxing.

    Let me tell you what I really want to do, in the short term. I want to make the project me and Neil are working on knock people's socks off. I want people to read it, and love it. I want it to get big, and I want it to make everybody happy.

    That's it.
    • CommentAuthorchris g
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
     (9086.13)
    Hahaha, I had a whole schpiel typed out but my finger slipped and closed the browser. But basically this week I can barely think straight. I feel so angry all the time and borderline violent. It's making me dizzy. Can't afford to leave my stupid job but i cannot stand these timid, pampered cowards I work with. I wanna kick some ass so bad and make someone pay.

    Anyway, I visited the comic store and shot the shit with my clerk-friend there. Some actual goddamn conversation! It really helped me feel sane again. Some random guy even walked in and bought about $90 bucks worth of Phantom back issues or something. I was happy for my friend since it's a shit-tastic economy. And it always make me glad to see a comic shop make a juicy sale like that.
    But yeah, it felt good to talk and joke and feel like a goddamn person. Everyone around me is usually two-faced and fucking timid and up their own ass as if only they're lame life matters, or like they're better somehow.
    Tell me what you really want to do.
    Just wanna hole up in my cave and watch wrestling, enjoy music and create comics all the time. With kitty by my side. And a big window with a view of the world as it screams and burns the fuck down ^__^
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      CommentAuthorJP C4rp3nter
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010 edited
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    Work, work, work, exhaustion, dragging wheezing carcass from bed, commuting, more work, meetings, arguments, politics, backstabbing, more commuting, trying to watch stuff on iPlayer without falling asleep after ten minutes, eating very badly, having no exercise, watching the Tories do the shit that Tories do in horror, more commuting, cold, ach spit bollocks. Fuck the week.

    What I really want to be doing...

    I wish to be a billionaire intergalactic playboy and bon viveur. Right now, I'd be in a luxury penthouse by an emerald green alien ocean, reclining on a balcony in a sumptuous leather sofa while beautiful women bring me ludicrous cocktails, watching holographic reruns of the UK (Earth) 2010 revolution, especially the bit where the baying mob of pushed-too-far civil servants [edited for self-moderation purposes - just concerned that if current or future employers somehow stumble across me via teh google I always seem to be fantasising about the bloodthirsty demise of Conservatives] .

    No... If I knew what I really wanted to do, I might be trying to actually do it.
    • CommentAuthoricelandbob
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
     (9086.15)
    Hi Boss

    Well what have i been up to this week. to be honest Fuck all. After the shenanigans of last weekends Iceland Airwaves festival (doing drinking games with Mount Kimbie and Ramadanman for example) and possibly stealing large amounts of beer from a bar, i'Ve experienced a massive comedown as i tried to get some form of normality back into my life.

    This meant going back to work. Alas instead of it bringing normality back to my life it brought on another depressive episode and i had to leave work early yesterday. I managed to get into bed and slept for 16 hours.

    Have started the lifetime bonding with my kitty, Stalin. Little thing is a bit of a clingy fucker, which has annoyed my wife a little bit ("is he on our bed AGAIN?"), but he is very cute and the local kids love him.

    Tried to get back on the old hack journalism/writing again today but produced nothing but words badly strung together. will get back on it tomorrow...

    And have done nothing else as i (and everyone else on this shitty Island) is broke....

    As for what i really want? Hmmm i suppose it's for the people around me, my adopted countrymen, to start growing some balls and stop whinging about how awful it is that they are all getting screwed by politicians and big business, but do nothing abut it. It just all sounds so passive-aggressive as i know that they will not so much as say boo to a goose if they are pressed. When they do protest, it's so bloody polite and anemic that they ark the police to move aside when they throw soured milk at a building. Sigh...

    And to be able to be independently wealthy enough to pay off all my wife's debts so i can tell my father in law to go fuck himself.

    And to have a quantum computer augmentation procedure on my brain. and a large gun and a crate of booze

    and to be a woman

    Goodnight.....
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      CommentAuthorjoshbales
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
     (9086.16)
    My week's consisted of doing the same old shit I do every week, none of it terribly interesting. The highlight of it was Thursday, wherein I attended a Halloween party dressed as Clark Kent, drank some absinthe, and spent the night in the company of a hammered Red Riding Hood.

    What I really want to do right now? Currently, I have the irresistible urge to re-watch BATMAN & ROBIN. Yeah, that's right: the really crappy one with Schwarzenegger and Clooney. I'm kind of hoping none of my friends will be up for it . . . but knowing the sort of people I associate with, within a few hours there will be a number of us sitting in front of the tee-vee, enjoying the wonderful one-liners of Mr. Freeze.

    "Tonight, Hell freezes over!"
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    I've finished writing the most personal story I've ever written. I'm not sure if it's helping me deal with events in my life or sending me backsliding.

    I really want to dial the clock back a year and a half and make totally different moves, because I can't live in this new world.
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    My dad passed away a couple of weeks ago, and things have seemed kind of unreal since then.

    I really want a time machine so I can go back and not leave Australia three weeks before Dad died.
    • CommentAuthorJECole
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
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    @ Greasemonkey

    Sorry to hear that, man.
    • CommentAuthorroadscum
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
     (9086.20)
    Greetings o master of eels, greetings also assorted acolytes, followers and anyone else interested enough to be reading this.

    I hope anyone not feeling fine and frisky soon does and all who are manage to make good use of it.
    Tell me what you really want to do

    If only i knew...sighs!

    Currently, what i think i'd like to do is get better, as in recover from whatever it is that's making me feel quite so bloody ill. Knowing what's causing the host of annoying and debilitating little niggles would be a start. I have my own bizarre and unfeasible ideas which are worth nothing on their own and are received with at best polite scepticism and at worst downright ridicule by those i have voiced them to. Fortunately the physician i have recently been referred to is prepared to at least consider my delusional flights of fancy and is getting a couple of samples analysed for ova, cysts and anything else that shouldn't be there. Either they'll find something or they'll section me. Really i can't loose, if they find something they can try to do something about it, if they don't i get free bed and board and the chance to let the flat out and make a bit of money. Truly, life is good!

    I also think i'd like to finish that short story i started writing a while ago and perhaps start on a few more, and there are some pictures i really should be doing something with. Oh and maybe just perhaps having a go at this blogging thing, all provided i can find enough time away from work to feel rested and awake enough for any kind of joined up thinking.

    Ye gods i am a whiny old bastard, aren't i?

    As for last week, no hitch hikers but did get offered a proper full time job. Didn't take it, having no need to chase the cheese or desire to get back on the treadmill after having purposefully stepped off it a while ago. Still, it's nice to be popular and good to have another fairly reliable source of work, though Mr Ellis knows where to look should he ever require the services of an experienced steering-wheel monkey (reasonable rates, time and a half after eight hours).

    And now - crumbs, is that the time? Oh dear, well past my bedtime.

    Goodnight all, sleep tight!