Part I – [link]

Hatstanding Work…

Further to my ‘The Hidden’ entry last week (as there’s reality in there between the gung-ho dramaticisms ), I’m making this place a tad less… personally identifiable and purging away the pictures of myself. So they don’t know I’m here…

Heh, sounds like the beginning of a contemporary Lovecraft story, but to-

Gah!! Admirable enthusiasm, Mr. Cthulhu, but it’s still not your time. The stars are all unaligned and messy and the end of days is a long way off, so back to bed with you. Go on, off you go…

As I’ve said before, they’re like over-zealous puppies, those Great Old Ones. Anyway, I do actually have a semi-finished modern-day Lovecraft-style story hanging about somewhere. However, as you’ll have noticed from my not crowing from the rooftops and dancing merrily in text form, every single one of my writing deadlines has slunk ashamedly past me and are now long gone; on their way, I hope, to fresher pastures than these. The state of my WIPs is pitifully mirrored by the state of our house’s single plant, which is now nothing but three dried claws sticking out of a pot.

‘This is a hardy plant’, the description sticker boldly claimed…

I am now using it as a hat stand.

Not Quite Shakespeare

Apologies for the tardy post

I really am a rubbish host

But my brain has been replaced with spam

Fried into a fritter, how lucky I am

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Not to be too grumbly though

My mind has turned to crumbly dough

Which brings with it a certain bliss

That steers me away from places like this…

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About the lack of updates: I’ve been processing and analysing so much new information in the past week that I’ve had to dedicate pretty much my entire being and faculties to getting through it all. Seriously – this is being typed by a team of highly trained monkeys doing their best to interpret my neanderthalic grunts and vague gestures.

Good work chaps.

The Hidden

They keep warning us.

They tell us about the dangers of our new responsibilities, that people are always listening. Always. And they are watching, with piercing eyes. If we say the wrong thing, at the wrong time, it could end us. Just like that. The power of language…

Ironic really.

But the dangers don’t stop there. You see, once they know who we are, they try and find us. There’s nothing to stop them, and no way we could even try. In this modern age, our presence runs deep; traces of ourselves are scattered across digital streets. So what happens when they find it? The boundary is broken, and cannot be resealed. We would be compromised, our authority undermined, and so we are forced to withdraw, to disguise and to conceal.

We hide before the eyes of many, or else we are powerless.

 

Hallowe’en Howls

Happy Hallowe’en, flies ‘n ghouls!

I’m going to York to take part in a ‘zombie walk’, which will either be great fun, or it’ll rain like hell and we’ll just be a couple of hundred soggy undead squelching round the city…

Edit:

Due to ‘financial issues’ (don’t ask), I can’t afford a train ticket to York, so no zombie walking for me. I’m so broke, it’s scary…  ah well, looks like I’ve hit a dead end. I’m going to try and raise my spirits somehow. Ahah. Hah. Hmm.

Clothing Conundrum

I hate having to think about clothes. Just now, however, I opened my cupboard to be met with the realisation that all my t-shirts seem to have gotten worn and used without my noticing, and suddenly there aren’t any to wear. Hmm. Tomorrow might have to be a ‘just wear a jumper by itself’ day…

Three cheers for winter, at least, which makes forgetful clothes washing a more viable option!

Seams of the Void – Part I

When the first strands of time were sewn

Through the infinite seams of the void

A single stitch was thrown aside

And the unwritten balance destroyed

For what had been destined a perfect work

Was no longer unblemished and pure

Through the smallest of glitches something had snuck

Something with a will to endure

And as the fledgling reality stretched

Testing the strength of its weave

It felt something niggling out of place

That was never going to leave…

Godzilla vs. Oculus

Woah yeah. The most badass boat ever.

Apparently it’s  classified as a ‘yacht’… but really it looks like something more suitable for taking over the world in than ferrying rich people around tropical hotspots. Sadly it’s not actually been built yet, but it’s the lead design for Schöpfer Yachts LLC ‘s new range of boats, so who knows – it might be sooner rather than later that this Godzilla-esque sea-dwelling beast will be looming over horizons across the globe!

Grarr! Oculus rise from deep! Eat puny humans!

An Evening With Man Flu

Yes.

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Lemsip is good

Lemsip is nice

Lemme sip Lemsip

With curry and rice

:D

I’m in one of those out-of-nowhere happy moods. Well, almost out-of-nowhere. From the very earliest days of when I’d begun to pick up electric guitars and make terrible parodies of melody on them, my goal was always that one day I wanted to be able to play the solo in the Iron Maiden song ‘The Trooper’ [Link]. That, I thought, clutching my plectrum with the frenetic passion of teenage enthusiasm, would mean I was a guitar GOD.

Well, this weekend, around seven years later, I finally achieved that goal Notes were fizzing off the fretboard and scorching white-hot marks into the air, etc. etc., and though I’m still far from being anything more than an earnest basher of strings, it’s damn satisfying to reach a point that in my mid-teen perceptions was just off-the-fucking-scale-and-atop-the-highest-mountain unreachable.

Behold, the instrument of this face-melting musical achievement! The awesomness is somewhat offset by the flowery curtains in the background of the picture, sadly… this was taken in my old house, back in 2004, and it’s too much effort to unearth a camera to take a decent new snap :

It has served me well over the years, and long may it continue to do so!

I also just read this brilliant article about our oldest ancestor being a proton-powered rock (Yeah, I considered some sort of rock-music related pun segue into this, but for your sake, and mine, decided against it). It’s fascinating: if we’ve come from that – an existence so incomprehensibly different to what we know now – what’s waiting for us at the other end of the evolutionary scale?