CS-bloody-I

Rushed the ending again... why? Was watching bloody CSI, and purely because I couldn't remember Summer Glau ever being in it. Yes, how petty. *sigh* Ended up watching three other episodes... Kate Mara was in it as well?! *shrug*

Forgot how much I enjoyed it, to be fair. Can't write crime thriller at all, but hey.

So, didja guess what the Enclave is?!?! Was worried I made it a bit too obvious at times.

For next week... actually, the first thing that popped into my head was Warhammer 40K rip off, but I'll think of something else.

Bubi

Satisfaction

Finished all of thirty seconds ago on my other computer (sorry, old habits die hard, only really write at two computers, one of which doesn't have Internet access, yes, clever aren't I?!).

Slightly rushed ending again, but still, should prove to be interesting.

Enjoy,

Bubi

Satisfaction

Saturday's fixtures

Ah, I feel for Dan Parks... even if he is more Aussie than Scot. MOTM twice and lost both matches.

On a brighter note: f*** you Chelsea!! Go Tevez! So going to watch MOTD tonight (don't normally unless Fulham wins - not often enough, but this time I'll make an exception) if only to see Blue misery. Ha!

(Sorry, all you Chelsea fans, but as a Cottager, just have to!) Oh, the glee!

Quote of the Day

Jeremy Hardy (on taking the piss out of homeopathy):

'I went to see a sociopath once... I went to see them for my constipation: scared the crap out of me!'

Drought

After doing nothing last night owing to poker and inebriation, I wonder if I can finish up this week's one. Easy answer: yes, hard answer: yes but it'll be as hurried as last weeks. No matter, I'll probably turn it into yet another novella at some point, change it in six months time and/or weave it into the Draco Experiment storyline. And if you don't get it now, (once you've read it on Sunday that is) you're a freakin' idiot.

Now for next week: Fingersmith, because it's been on my mind for a while now...

Bubi

Heavy lifting (sic)

Another office move today... that's about a dozen times I've moved desk at work in about four years. No-one seems to know about VGAs on dual monitor configs. Yeesh! And it had to be done during *my* lunch hour. Well, the Soup's computer is going to stay right where it is: in pieces on the desk next to me.

Ah well, I'll watch Prototype vs inFamous again, that'll let me forget today's crap. *grumble*

Poker

Hmmm, haven't played poker (of any form) in quite a while. Nevermind, should be interesting tomorrow, not a bad pot either. Hopefully my mental arithmetic will be decent enough.

Here goes for a microwave (!)

Primus

It's rather difficult writing about his relationships in human terms... are they brother and sister? Yes and no. Well, same parents? Very difficult to say... *shrug* (just don't want to give out too many spoilers).

Oh yeah, here's a vague one: his wife/partner/whatever is called Kristeva, which is strange 1) because I know little about her beyond being a Bulgarian-French philosopher/critic and 2) the fictional Kristeva above is not human, and probably a casual chemist (haven't decided), but definitely not beyond her fair share of sophistry. And then there's Philidor... though I can't quite imagine him playing the oboe! The chess players are the Lucius and Publius, though! Ha!

Sorry, couldn't get enough of that, still...

Quote of the Day

More just for my amusement than anything else:

'When I die, I want to be scattered... not cremated, just scattered.' (Jeremy Hardy)

What is it that that guy has with hummus?!?!

Bethesda... damn you...

Playing Fallout3... *yet* again, already got three other characters on the go.

Every time I see Moriarty, I want to stove in his head with a sledgehammer, the 'Irish' tosser. Still wondering if it's better than Oblivion... need another shotgun...

Pop!

Aliens!! Sorry, *the* aliens... haven't done anything about them in a long time. Oh, the joys in getting caught up in the goings on of mere humans, eh... But, my timelines gone down the sewer... Need to delay everything for about fifty years... ffah! I've probably forgotten all the major storylines concerning the aliens anyway... *shrug* Need to unearth those sketches that I scribbled at work!

Anyway, choices... choices... Primus... or Jonny...? I'll stick with the pure fiction, the 'factual' fiction I write is less believable each time I show it to myself. Besides, it just looks like a wikipedia entry! Meh...

Alexander... why?!

A little lame towards the end, wasn't it? Well, I was watching Alexander at the time while I was finishing it off all of half an hour ago, so forgive me (absolutely rubbish film, whoever heard of Macedonians speaking with Oirish accents?!?! Battle of Gaugamela, only fifteen minutes worth watching, but that's just me). *sigh*

Now, I've got Primus in my head, this ought to be interesting (was *so* about to write 'interblurbing', once you twig what it's about, it is one of the most ridiculous ideas I've ever come up with). I disown it in advance. Pshaw! (Just don't hold me to that, I really like Philidor!!)

And this time, I'll watch a decent film on a Sunday evening... like Troy! (sic) *sigh*

Bubi

Running

At last... finished.

First completed short story: Running (for lack of a better title).

Hope you like it. *cringe*

Bubi

Running... W-I-P

Stuck... again...

Started really well, gone down a bit... pity... *huff* last third to write, wondering how to write in the second fight. Actually, a bit of a numbering issue there *shrug*. The only thing that comes to mind is yet another qualification hopeful, but... it's going to be a bit repetitive. Maybe do like Bill Bailey: crisp sandwich *crunch* *crunch* *crunch* *crunch* *crunch* *yum* *yum* *yum* *yum* *yum*... except... faster, perhaps. Come to think about it, haven't had a crisp sandwich in ages. Junk food at work, need to restock, run out of Pringles. Meh!

Ah hmm, maybe the Princess should step in... give her a fight, that might prove to be interesting... *shrug* *sigh*

Gaming...

Really should try to finish a full game of RTR one of these days. I prefer it over RTW, to be honest, but the skins are rather annoying. Prefer the unit roster, though: Athiniai Hoplitai (glee!).

No peasants!

That reminds me... better go bash some Romans (ha!)

Friday...

Well, Boss wasn't in today... rather quiet without him running around throwing bits of paper at everyone. Would've been quiet anyway, like ZP, felt like smacking my head against my keyboard at times. Managed to make two hours worth of work last five. Oh, the joys of the BS you can find on Wikipedia, one of the few sites not banned at work. Damn you IT dept... Still, Sandi and co kept me thoroughly amused this evening (I wonder who Ava Vidal is...).

I suddenly feel very old, suppose I shouldn't, but hey, the life of a cynic, eh? *sigh* (again)

A little odd...

It's only just dawned on me... my character runs like Henry J Waternoose when he's in scorpion mode... I also don't know how much muscletone to give him. Tolkien elf? Or a lock? (sorry, *rugby fan*) To be honest, a cross between was always in mind.

And, now, for the last god-only-knows-how-long, I've been trying to think of a way of making the principle weapon less of a StarWars rip-off, yes, yes, bring on the boos and hisses. Ah well, over the last fifteen years, the content has 'matured' (sic) but the concept never changed, and I'm not sure whether that's a pity or not. Maybe I'll 'physics' my way out of it... Ha, rather idiotic given what I said yesterday.

Sorry, a rather hollow head today... *sigh*

*scribble* *scribble*

Bubi

Question...

How should a novelist verbalise a manic laugh?

Ha!... Haha!... Mwahahaha!... (I think I'll stop there)

*shrug*

Quote of the Day

No prizes for guessing where I got this (well, not if you're a fan of a particular, and I quote, 'English polymath'):

'Before you criticise anyone, you should first walk a mile in his shoes, because when you do, you will not only be one mile away, but you'll be wearing his shoes!'

Ah the source of all anti-wisdom... meh!

Baroque... oh, the irony

I've been listening to a lot of Bach and Handel recently... particularly solo harpsichord and ensemble stuff.

A tad retarded of me, but I quite realised how ironic that I named one of my characters 'Jonathan Matherson' and made him a harpsichord composer. And who did he marry? 'Liese Meitne'!! (a physicist, no less)

True, that bit was deliberate (should give her a nicer story than the original), as was having her great-uncle's family name as 'deRarque'. It was 'deRarc' at first, but it didn't feel eccentric enough. Anyway, many apologies to Paul, but I'm sure it would have been one of the few things that he would have found amusing. Though, doubtless he'd have things to say about my education (particularly my almost complete and utter disdain for theoretical physics - I like making drugs, what can I say?). Ah well... Erwin Freundlich, anyone?

(Still, *wonders when the Copenhagen letters are going to be released*...) *sigh*

Bubi

Further thought...

One thousand down...

She's in a fight, wondering how to end it without killing her opponent. On another note, I really ought to do some concept art... aaahh, if only I could do more than technical drawings...

The Temple comes to mind, haven't thought about that place for a while. The Sentinels... always had ideas in my head, but couldn't really picture them, can't get the torso right. I'll content myself with some weapon designs for now. Now, where's that camera...

Empty

Quiet day... half the department was out, and you can tell how bored I am when the highlight is getting home to watch ZeroPunctuation. Maybe that's a bit unfair on Mr Croshaw, but I suppose it's true, areas of the job are quite mind-numbing... hope the Boss doesn't read this...

And London Transport sucks! Oh wait, that's hardly new, is it?

Must read up on Cecilia Payne...

Sunday - Short Story

I'm quite determined to get at least a short story in for Sunday... would be helpful if I started it...

By the way, slight spoiler alert, but since you won't know what the hell's going on, I don't really think it matters that much.

Idea came into my head yesterday: member of a State elite corps in her final test before joining seemed a good idea. Cliched in a way, but unobtrusive. Give it a few flashbacks and some conceptual leeway to keep me thinking about her story. Chose the gender at random since both have been done to death as the macho sort (well, kinda). No names... quite adamant about that for some reason. Should I include Primus? (You'll hear a lot about him and wonder who/what is he? I still haven't decided his character if I'm honest.) No, a bit much in something that's only going to be about three-four thousand words long.

Oh yeah, that's another thing, I suck at writing short stories... can't ever finish them. Just start and can't seem to conclude them. Actually, not true for this one, I've got the ending sorted out. Again a cliche: she passes out. Still going through the decorations in my head though, not sure how much it needs. Long journey, much pain and tiredness and the obligatory superhuman performance.

Better get started, hadn't I...

Bubi

Bored, idea-less & stuck

It's always the way... finally get an opportunity to say something and sod all comes to mind.

I don't know... someone's nicking stationery at work (Sky accuses me, before VB joins in the griping). The noteworthy event of the day... *sigh*

My head is filled with the machinations of a universe, which to write down first? *shrug*

Primus? Jireyna? Ghassan? Galatea? Fingersmith even?! (determined to think of something)

Quote of the Day

In what is probably the first of a number of either lame, weird or surreal posts:

Q: Who brings a gun to a knife fight?
A: The winner...

Happy New Year!!

Yes, just a tad late, but to all my Oriental friends (& family): uh, Kung Hei Fat Choi (I think).

About thirty-six hours late, but then, I only started this thing two hours ago... (and I suck with computers) (pshaw!)

One small step for man, one giant fall into the abyss for me!

Ah... right, now...

Expectations: not much, anticipation: more or less the same, advice on this undertaking: none whatsoever.

Excellent start!

Anyway, welcome to my blog (a bit lame, but it has to be done), and more importantly, welcome to the strange expansive volume of gelatinous viscosity that is the contents of my imagination. I'll probably have to shift this intro to the blog-welcome. Show what I know about blogging, and apologies, I've never read a blog... ever. Meh!

As it says above, I enjoy writing. I've been writing sketches and chapters for probably the last twenty or so years, since back when I was an immature brat complete with bohemian lifestyle and bad hair (probably kept the second part). No-one has ever read the scribbles that I've taken, and so, on the advice of my dear cousin Roxy, I will now unleash my madness on an unsuspecting world (cue cackles of laughter). I'm fully aware of how rubbish a writer I am: my style sways around like a cameraman with an inner ear infection; and the language switches manically between Malcolm Tucker and Sir Humphrey Appleby. And yes, in normal life, I drop a s***load of references all day long.

Regardless, I'll put stuff on here for you to read (suffer?) (you can tell I'm English, can't you?) and criticise, along with the occasional quibble.

Enjoy and thanks for reading.

Bubi

(and starts to regret... really shouldn't)