Month: October 2002

I read Skreemer the other day. I picked it up a few weeks ago just cause. It’s written by Peter Milligan, with art by Brett Ewins and Steve Dillon, and was publised in 1989. It was as it turns out one of the first creator owened pieces of work at DC and is seen to have been one of the major influences behind the creation of the Vertigo line. I have to admit to really enjoying it, more than any comic I have read in a while. It was really well writtena nd well paced and ran smoothly all the way.

I read the first book of the Eagle series last night. Dialogue was just plain shit. I assume it looses a lot in the translation but it was really poor. The story however wasn’t all that bad and the art was pretty good. I did enjoy it once I got over the dialogue and I am left wondering where it goes next. I will be picking up book 2.

Listening to Let Go by Avril Lavigne at the mo and there is a line in it that strikes me everytime I hear it.

you look you will see
that this world is a beautiful
accident turbulent suculent
opulent permanent…

Something is in the air. Is it love? I have at least 6 friends who are having relationship, romance or just plain sex issues. It is really not fun and I wish they could all just get through whatever problems or issues they have and sort it out with the person(s) in question. They all deserve to find someone and be happy with them and the sooner the better.

I am so very tired. Tonight was another night out. It was fun and not fun. I wasn’t drinking but the three people I was with were…and heavily. They were really thrashed by about 9:30. I was only in the pub because I had promised a friend and I had to be there for moral support. Might not sound like a good excuse but it was. I’m gonna be in the pub tomorrow night aswell. There was a reason for a party dreamed up last night and its on tomorrow night. Friday aswell is gonna be a pub night, a couple of leaving do’s.

I’m still feeling lost. I so want this project be done, for the sake of being done but for the ability to move on aswell. Closure I guess…or ya know just end the fucking thing.

Just an update on the first paragraph a message now would seem to indicate that number has just dropped to 5. That I am glad to hear 🙂

And some comic stuff just cause I haven’t in a while 🙂

Top Ten: Meet the 49ers. I am looking forward to this a lot 🙂

It would appear that JMS and Gary Frank (cool!) are taking on Squadron Supreme for Marvel.

I have this sudden urge to have my hair cut tonight. I had planned on keeping it long and letting it grow. Yes, I’m blogging about my hair, do you have a problem with that? Hmm I don’t know leave it for the time being anyway I guess.

The new album I to Sky by JJ72 is not as good as their first album, but I am still enjoying it a lot. I am looking forward to seeing them next week.

I should go sleep.

Today is one of the worst days in recent memory. I overslept this morning, it was so very warm in bed and so very cold outside I just did not want to move. So I fell asleep again for a couple of hours, which while it was nice left me late for work. Work of course has been shit. I’m suppose to be working on an installer in Flash to be finished on Thursday. This would be good except I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing in Flash.

So I just don’t know what I’m doing.

The big project just got ‘fucked’ officially stamped on its ass and we are back to work on it for another week and a half at least.

To do:
Homicide
Genocide
Suicide

FUCK it all. This isn’t funny anymore…not that it ever was really.

Look at all that shines
Baby’s down on the world and she knows it
If your spirit’s running
Why don’t we make it in the rain like we used to
We run
We hide
We wait and we want
The good life
Aw sure
You’re right
This ain’t, the good life
Ah, elegantly wasted
Ah, elegantly wasted

Look at all the crimes
Baby’s down on the world cause she owns it
Making up her life
Nothing more nothing less makes it voodoo

We run
We hide
We wait and we want
The good life
Aw sure
You’re right
This ain’t, the good life

Ah, elegantly wasted
Ah, elegantly wasted

Well look at all that shines
Baby’s down on the world and she knows it
If your spirit’s fine
Why don’t we make it in the rain like we used to
We run
We hide
We wait and we want
The good life
Aw sure
You’re right
This ain’t, the good life

Ah, elegantly wasted you could be right,
you could be certain
you could be right
Ah, elegantly wasted
Ah, elegantly wasted feels like feels like

Elegantly wasted you could be right
Elegantly wasted you could be certain
Elegantly wasted you could be right
feels right, feels right

damn damn damn DAMN

– In some pieces of music, there is a certain point where they reach perfection. There is a build-up, sometimes quite a long build-up and then there is the sudden pay out. Everything to that point resolves itself in a second of perfection and it makes the song. I suspect there is a name for such moments used by music people and people better learned than I am. I used the phrase nirvana to describe it a while ago, and it works for me. I don’t think I can give you any examples, it is always going to be a personal choice. Listen for it.

– Warren Ellis has claimed many a time over at the no defunct WEF that an author does not owe their fans anything. I disagree. At the very least they owe their paying audience the best they can do. I wonder how the thought can work with blogs. Do you owe your readers anything? I don’t know. I read a few blogs these days, maybe someday I will list them all.

– I was very happy this afternoon to discover whilst browsing through Previews that Garth Ennis is returning with another War Story series in December. His 4 issue series last year was possibly his best work and certainly ranked amongst the best comics of the year. The other excitement looking through Previews was some reprints of old Bendis material I don’t have.

– I am enjoying The Shield a lot. Like The Sorpranos it is a good example of a show proving that the characters don’t have to be the good guys for the show to work.

– I somehow ended up watching 4 episodes of CSI today. All good, but it really stuck me how forumulaic the show actually is. While it is smart and well written, most of the time its exactly the same week in and week out.

– Your search – edited out – did not match any documents. Damn you google!

Its raining outside, I’m tired, I’m cold and I’m stiff. I have just put the heating on. Winter is now officially here. I am however very glad to report that my entire 4 beers over last night has not left me with a hangover.

I’m suppose to be going out. I have to go to the supermarket to get dust bags for the hoover and put some more money on the gas along the way. Its just not gonna happen. I shall do it after work tomorrow.

The plan for the rest of today is simple, read comics and watch CSI. I have about 15 unread graphic novels which I think lying on the couch with a cup of hot mint chocolate, reading is the best option. I picked up the second half of CSI: season one during the week and there is at least 10 episodes I have not seen. I am looking forward to catching them at some stage. Also The Shield is on tonight.

I had thought about going to see Red Dragon but I really don’t want to leave my flat. The thought just struck me that I had to, in order to get food. However this was closely followed by the thought, I have pizza in the fridge. Sweet 🙂

The new album by JJ72 is out tomorrow and I am looking forward to picking it up a lot. Their first album is some really good stuff and I have high hopes for the follow-up.

One thing I really hate about late nights is what it does to my body clock. I didn’t actually turn off the lights to go to sleep until around 5:30 this morning. I was doing well when I woke up at 11:30 and figured that was good, I would be a bit tired but could still go to bed at a normal time. Of course I promptly fell asleep again until close to 15:00. Yay me! So hopefully I’ll still be tired later (I’ll be stiff I’m sure, 4 hours ‘dancing’ does that to you) and will hit the sack right after The Shield.

So the rest of the day in the words of a friend will be a “slug day”. If the same friend is reading this today, sign on and say ‘hello’.

The music of choice for the afternoon is: Ágætis Byrjun – Sigur Ros

We made a third option. Went to the first party; had a good time. Went to the second party for a couple of drinks to basically say ‘hello’, we then went back to the first party. Its now 4:35am. So much for a quiet night…well I had hoped.

A moment ago I was searching for the origin of the quote I wanted to use as the title of this post. It appears to be attributed to Satchel Paige and is in full:
“Work like you don’t need the money, love like you’ve never been hurt, and dance like no one is watching.”

One of the pages that google came up with contained this quote. It is not attributed to anyone but its…I don’t know what it is, it just is.

The hardest thing in the world is to watch the one you love, love someone else.

Another quick google (if I have never said it before, it is important you note I have A LOT of love for google) fails to show any info on a source for this. Perhaps I shall look again tomorrow when I will be more prepared to examine the results.

And to end off, in rather typical fashion the night I decide I’ll go online for the express purpose of talking to someone, are they online. Nope and not only that, my buddy list shows 5 buddies online, and I’m all of them!

Not one but two birthday parties on either side of London. Its gonna be a long night. Seems to be a hell of a lot of October births. We have 10 people with birthdays within two weeks of each other on the floor.

Tonight could go one of two ways.
1) We’ll arrive at the first party and stay for a short time having a couple of drinks and then move on to the next party.
2) We’ll arrive at the first party, get hideously thrashed and not even consider moving across London for the rest of the night.

Hmm we shall just have to see how it goes.

Hit the comic shop about an hour ago, my wallet is lighter and I have some good stuff to read.

I am sure there is a song with the lyric two am…but I can’t think of it right now. It might be by Matchbox 20 but I think their song was 3am.

So a long night in the pub. No booze for me, no Sir. Coke all night. Not a bad night, but pretty much the usual. No cute girls tho…well just the one but yeah whatever right?

I miss the people of Midkemia already. Its strange. I don’t usually react this way to books. I want more and I want it now.

Not all that much blogging lately I know. Mainly work stuff going on and I really don’t feel like I can talk about it…which is a pain but then many things are. So less talking going on…not really much else to talk about. Anything else I feel like talking about, the people in question are reading this so I can’t really.

Also a thought that I had and I was really glad to know someone else who shared it. There is of course stuff that I don’t blog because I don’t want anyone to read it. But I do find myself quite drawn to the idea of writing it out anyway. However I just can’t bring myself to do that because it seems worthless to go to such effort for myself. Catch 22 if ever.

I miss my friends. I don’t really know what to say other than that. I just do.

Its late, I’m tired and sleep calls. If someone could drop me an email with the answers to my questions I would appreciate it.

Friday Five and almost on a Friday too!

1. If you could only choose 1 cd to ever listen to again, what would it be?

oh shit this is gonna be tough. U2 Best of 1980 – 1990 I guess. Some of the best music ever.

2. If you could only choose 2 movies to watch ever again, what would they be?

The Shawshank Redemption and Fight Club

3. If you could only choose 3 books to read ever again, what would they be?

Magician (Raymond E Feist), Box Office Poison (Alex Robinson) and Fortune and Glory (Brian Michael Bendis).

4. If you could only choose 4 things to eat or drink ever again, what would they be?

Milk, apple pie, chocolate, chicken.

5. If you could only choose 5 people to ever be/talk/associate/whatever with ever again, who would they be?

hmmmm fucking tough question. I know one for sure but I am left to wonder if she would even give me the time of day.