In Other Words

Back to normal (kind of)

Spent today moving stuff about. Moved Liana’s stuff from her old room to her new doll’s house. My doll’s house to, I might point out. The place is already starting to look pretty good, though no internet connection, no computer, no aircon and no Television connection. We do have a working DVD player and a TV though, so its not all bad. Might just resort back to pen and paper, if I have to.

Getting more excited about moving there, now. It was just nice seeing things take shape. Still a lot to do, don’t get me wrong, but it might be nice doing it (ah! Me looking forward to work? That’s terrible! Don’t any of you dare tell my old friends!).

We need a couch. A house isn’t complete without a couch. Without a couch it isn’t a house, it’s a place to sleep. You need a couch to lie on, to sleep on and to watch TV on. Watching TV from a chair (however comfortable) just isn’t the same. For one thing you can’t really fit several people into a chair unless you like each other a hell of a lot. Even then it would be tough for everybody to watch TV (and I bet you that if you get that close together and like each other that much TV isn’t really the thing on your mind.)

Much cooler, on the other hand, is the fact that Expat has asked if I want to write their opinion column at the end of the magazine. The one where I just blab about my own views, ideas and opinions and then they publish it.

Of course its at the back of the magazine, where it can do the least harm, but I will be taking that over from a renown comic writer who’s name I forget (that’s why he’s only renown and not famous). So then people will not only be exposed to my opinions on the internet, but even in printed magazines that they pay for (sometimes).

I wonder if I’m even supposed to be writing about that up here. I imagine it cant do too much harm (except to my ego, when they tell me I suck and that they aren’t going to publish my stuff and I have to come back here and tell you all about it).

Loobz wrote up a comment saying I’m trying [too] hard. He’s probably right. I rather enjoy musing texts like this where I just bullox about and talk about my own life. Or rather, the thoughts about my own life. Talking about my own life isn’t all that exciting, after all I’m already living it, but talking about what I think about that (a bit convoluted, but still a valid sentence) is pretty nifty.

Its also what writers workshops advise. ‘Write every day and be specific’. I’m about just as good at being specific as I am at shutting up (even when they yell it at me). For some odd reason I seem to think other people seem to think that what I have to say is interesting (yes, the same words used twice in the same sentence, yet they mean something different both times (shut up!)).

At least this post was wonderfully pointless again. I think it has a lot to do with how I’m feeling. Feeling very relaxed and happy today. Not like how I feel when I’m at work.

Interesting fact: The Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland was a symbolic character for the hat makers in towns in the late 19th century. The large felt hats of the day had supports made out of lead. The lead caused an organic form of psychosis (brain damage) to develop in the hat makers, causing them to be declared crazy.

posted by Symbol @ 7.8.04