I just watched a homemade music video for "Run" by Snow Patrol on Youtube. (Why? It was stuck in my head, of course.) It gave me a sudden urge to go out and make a music video for, of all things, "Invisible" by Infusion.
I don't know exactly how it's going to pan out, but I need a large, abandoned warehouse.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
because everyone else clearly knows what they're doing
I joined a gym.
I noticed that being in a gym is an extremely good way to make you feel inadequate. Luckily with your joining fee (which was, as one might expect, exorbitant) you also get three half-hour sessions with a personal trainer to get you started, as it were. This is good, because I basically have no idea what I'm doing. All I know is I want to get in shape.
I also haven't told any of my family - indeed I've gone to lengths not to tell them - and I'm not sure why.
I noticed that being in a gym is an extremely good way to make you feel inadequate. Luckily with your joining fee (which was, as one might expect, exorbitant) you also get three half-hour sessions with a personal trainer to get you started, as it were. This is good, because I basically have no idea what I'm doing. All I know is I want to get in shape.
I also haven't told any of my family - indeed I've gone to lengths not to tell them - and I'm not sure why.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
this is like my worst nightmare and my greatest dream at the same time
Let me paint you a scene.
An earnest, hard-working web designer (myself, and yes, an oxymoron) is working away at a problem that just won't seem to resolve. He's trying all kinds of workarounds but still, nothing works. He's getting fairly depressed and is now forcing himself to work, and not enjoying it, which is something he tries to avoid doing. He decides that instead, he'll drown his sorrows and then have a stab at it a bit later. He goes to the freezer and finds a half-full bottle of Stoli - he takes a hearty swig. (Man, that stuff tastes nice.) Because of his inescapable addiction, he returns to his computer and resumes debugging.
After about fifteen minutes, it starts turning around - and lo, in about five minutes the thing is working perfectly.
And I am forced to a single conclusion: I work better when I'm drunk.
An earnest, hard-working web designer (myself, and yes, an oxymoron) is working away at a problem that just won't seem to resolve. He's trying all kinds of workarounds but still, nothing works. He's getting fairly depressed and is now forcing himself to work, and not enjoying it, which is something he tries to avoid doing. He decides that instead, he'll drown his sorrows and then have a stab at it a bit later. He goes to the freezer and finds a half-full bottle of Stoli - he takes a hearty swig. (Man, that stuff tastes nice.) Because of his inescapable addiction, he returns to his computer and resumes debugging.
After about fifteen minutes, it starts turning around - and lo, in about five minutes the thing is working perfectly.
And I am forced to a single conclusion: I work better when I'm drunk.
is it that we're all sexual deviants?
Have you ever had a thought, and then thought, "Man. If I said that to someone else they'd think I was a real sicko." I think it's just ordinary stuff but if you actually said it to someone they'd say "Whoa, too much information. Didn't need to know that," and then they would never be able to look at you the same again. This is happening to me all the time, and one begins to wonder if one actually genuinely is a bit weird that way.
But I obviously can't voice said thoughts here, because then you will think I am a total sicko.
But I obviously can't voice said thoughts here, because then you will think I am a total sicko.
Monday, November 06, 2006
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