Jealous

I think I'm faintly depressed.

Not in a bad way, you understand. Depressed is probably the wrong word, but right now I can't think of an appropriate replacement. I have spent much of the evening mulling things and taking it easy. I've listened to a bit of music, watched a bit of telly and read a bit of book.

Latterly, with a cup of hot chocolate to one side, I've written a page of the Advocate's sheet for NWO. And reasonably pleased with it I was, too. The feel of the character is there, and although he is not yet dictating his life story to me, he is at least nodding politely and pointing out the odd mistake.

By way of a break, I downloaded a few recent papers submitted to the archive by the other writers, and sat back for a read.

And that, gentle reader is why I am for want of a better word, depressed. You see I half fancied myself as a writer. A writer in need of more practice to be sure, but a writer nonetheless.

But Edgar Rowan has proven to my satisfaction that I am not.

I think that I shall fire up British Seapower on my juke box (we wouldn't want to wake the house at this time of night, would we?) and see if any of it rubs off on me...

Ah, me.

To bed.

Jealous

I think I'm faintly depressed.

Not in a bad way, you understand. Depressed is probably the wrong word, but right now I can't think of an appropriate replacement. I have spent much of the evening mulling things and taking it easy. I've listened to a bit of music, watched a bit of telly and read a bit of book.

Latterly, with a cup of hot chocolate to one side, I've written a page of the Advocate's sheet for NWO. And reasonably pleased with it I was, too. The feel of the character is there, and although he is not yet dictating his life story to me, he is at least nodding politely and pointing out the odd mistake.

By way of a break, I downloaded a few recent papers submitted to the archive by the other writers, and sat back for a read.

And that, gentle reader is why I am for want of a better word, depressed. You see I half fancied myself as a writer. A writer in need of more practice to be sure, but a writer nonetheless.

But Edgar Rowan has proven to my satisfaction that I am not.

I think that I shall fire up British Seapower on my juke box (we wouldn't want to wake the house at this time of night, would we?) and see if any of it rubs off on me...

Ah, me.

To bed.

The Aenidiad

Well, $200,000,000 worth of cinematic tosh has just opened in the UK.

I am undecided whether I should see it or not, since Troy is getting an average rating of three stars out of five, and that seems to be on account of the technical wizardry of the CGI rather than for any genuine cinematic merit.

The Times is certainly hugely ambivalent about it, and can't quite forgive it for collapsing the Illiad and the Aenid into a single story of three hours from a war of ten years.

They are a little upset, too that the war is all about the conquest of Troy rather than the winning back of Helen (who is described as being responsible for "selling a thousand cosmetics" rather launching a single ship). Brad Pitt proves he can look pretty but not act, and because it is squeaky clean Hollywood is deprived of his gay love for Patroclus (who is relegated to become his cousin in the politically correct version).

Eric Bana apparently comes out with some credit and Sean (Sharpey)Bean is supposed to be good value. Other than that the good stuff is all about bunches of pixels hitting each other over the head with swords.

Ho hum.

Anyway, The Times taking its lead from Troy proposes other great block busters as yet unmade:

( It goes on a bit... )

The Aenidiad

Well, $200,000,000 worth of cinematic tosh has just opened in the UK.

I am undecided whether I should see it or not, since Troy is getting an average rating of three stars out of five, and that seems to be on account of the technical wizardry of the CGI rather than for any genuine cinematic merit.

The Times is certainly hugely ambivalent about it, and can't quite forgive it for collapsing the Illiad and the Aenid into a single story of three hours from a war of ten years.

They are a little upset, too that the war is all about the conquest of Troy rather than the winning back of Helen (who is described as being responsible for "selling a thousand cosmetics" rather launching a single ship). Brad Pitt proves he can look pretty but not act, and because it is squeaky clean Hollywood is deprived of his gay love for Patroclus (who is relegated to become his cousin in the politically correct version).

Eric Bana apparently comes out with some credit and Sean (Sharpey)Bean is supposed to be good value. Other than that the good stuff is all about bunches of pixels hitting each other over the head with swords.

Ho hum.

Anyway, The Times taking its lead from Troy proposes other great block busters as yet unmade:

( It goes on a bit... )

(no subject)

So when did Morrissey turn into George Best?

(no subject)

So when did Morrissey turn into George Best?