So, after a long absence, I think I might post here again. Just occasionally, you know? It's nice to have a personal blog space, not like
my book blog (which is focussed on, well, books), or
my work blogs (work as in trying to maintain some kind of profile as a comedian), or
Twitter (which I have taken to like some kind of aquatic fowl to the local lake), or Facebook (where I've been laying low; it's really weird to continue to hear about the exploits of people who've left your life, especially when you didn't want them to and/or you feel weird/guilty about it).
So what to write about? Well, I should mention
Dungeon Crawl, I suppose - my D&D inspired impro show is now going to be on monthly in Melbourne, which is pretty sweet. The first one is next Wednesday (February 2), but you can read about it at the link.
I should also say that I spend my Australia Day on a mountain at the wedding of an old friend and it was one of the best wedding ceremonies I've ever seen. It made me glad to know that even in my current state of uncertainty, grief and recovery, I can still find joy in the happiness of others. And they were so very happy, though - and this is perhaps my favourite part - no more happy than they are all the time because they truly love each other. This wasn't a "squeeze all happiness into a single moment that will never be equalled again" kind of wedding, but a true expression and celebration of a love that has and will endure. I love you guys.
What else? I did a marathon of the (extant) Twilight movies last night. There was a drinking game. Surprisingly, we got pretty drunk during the first film, but and a bit during the second, but the third one didn't offer too many drinking moments. The third one is the best, by the way. But I'm still opposed to the whole thing. Bella is the single worst female character I have ever encountered in fiction: powerless, feckless, helpless...just less. She makes no decisions about her own life, and is entirely defined by her "love" for Edward, which of course is instant and everlasting and never questioned in any kind of rational way. It makes me a little sick, actually; possibly this is because I recently lost the love of my life-so-far because she was too young to know I was right enough for her. And she was 25. This film tells young women that at 17, it's fine to instantly fall for the man you will stay with for the rest of your life, though at least she's a little weird about getting married and slightly normal about wanting to get it on.
Anyway, I live-tweeted during the whole thing. It only ended up costing me two followers, and a couple of people thanked me for watching on their behalf so they don't have to. To be honest I had fun, but the thought that anyone might see anything admirable in the OTT "romantic" shenanigans indulged by the main characters is abhorrent to me.
To balance it all out, I'm going to see True Grit today. Should be quite a balancin', I reckon. Yup.