Love is what robs the eloquent of speech.
If the Android and the iPhone had been invented in the year 2000 and if Jesse Eisenberg and Andrew Garfield had never tried to impress girls by inventing Facebook, it's possible that LiveJournal would have the same sort of world domination that Facetwit enjoys these days. It's unlikely though: LJ has pretty much given up the ghost in terms of bothering to come up with new advances to bring it in line with the 2010s and seems to have admitted defeat in the most feeble of terms. It's all about the snapshot these days, isn't it, the minutiae and the banality. Why write 2000 words in an hour when you can get more response to 150 characters every few minutes?
All of which is relevant to my LiveJournal absence of late, even despite making new LJ chums in pippaalice and mrs_leroy_brown and meeting an old one, atommickbrane, a mere month ago. Still- still!- I failed to post an update. Then, I found that the longer I went between updates, the more I had to fit in until eventually it became an insurmountable task. However, this can't last forever and I need to put something here instead of merely endless plugs for my creative endeavours, so let's see what we've got.
Speaking of creative endeavours...
Annoyingly nothing's been officially announced yet, but I can confirm that, following the glorious success of 'Cemetery Drive', there will be further creative writing published by JT Wilson. In what format, at what point and at what length, I can't announce yet, alas. Obviously it's all awesome though. Work on 'Cemetery Drive' continues, of course, with a decent signing in Coventry and an underwhelming one in Blackpool in recent months. There's also talk of a festival appearance, although this all depends on various things I can't control. I did, however, do another story for 'Re-Vamp' for a future edition, so there's something to look forward to. I also made a fanzine for Sarah-Beth to celebrate her birthday. It took ages, was a massively egotistical, time-consuming project and looked scrappy as all hell, so typical for one of my projects; however, atypically for one of my projects, its entire audience loved it.
In band news, Riotshields added Nic Dura on drums in March, just in time for a nervous performance at the Litten Tree, after which we pretty much went back to the drawing board. Maybe we'll do a third gig someday! Overshadowing Riotshields like a giant novelty penis overshadowing the Mona Lisa was the Deathsex Bloodbath gig, in which John and I were responsible for chaperoning Sadogasm, Masokiss, Caitred Alabaster and Nicolas Harlot through their first gig. Inevitably given how disappointing the Rtshlds gig was, the DSBB one was a massive success. Caitred was in character- she was wasted- while Sadogasm couldn't play three notes without his guitar lead falling out. As such classics as 'Asphyxiwank' and 'Sellout' were met with singalongs and raucous cheers, I wondered why my real bands couldn't get reactions like this.
Over in wrestling, I haven't done much since an AMP show in March on which I took a ridiculous bump from ring to audience (sending someone's chips flying in the process) and chipping my scaphoid bone. I was then in plaster for an unprecedented nine weeks, which made me sad, and both the AMP shows since have unfortunately been on weekends I've been away. Still, the world is yet to see the last of Lex.
So what were those weekends away?
All of my weekends have been spent with safetobreathe, which you won't be surprised to learn. In early April, we went to London for the fanzine convention, in a room which was claustrophobically cramped and, to be honest, not really fit for purpose (they'd booked either too many stalls or expected too few people). The Wellcome Collection, on the other hand, was crazy-amazing for anyone who, like me, likes looking at Barnum-esque collections of weird stuff.
Later in the month we piled onto a sweaty bus from Wolverhampton to look at the lovely twee town of Bridgnorth. We trundled around a funicular railway, fed ducks and got shown an oyster by some boy. It was lovely and sunny, which was a bonus.
For my birthday, we went to Durham, mainly to stay in this room which, suffice to say, was awesome. Post-midnight relaxing and drinking rose in an outdoor hot tub = tremendous. We marvelled at 9th century books in Durham Cathedral, wiped ourselves out by climbing a tower and covertly crept round Durham Castle, taking photos of things we saw.
This weekend, we celebrated SB's birthday in Oxford, where we met her penpal Pete and my school chum Guy, looked at dinosaurs and mummies, saw Alice In Wonderland stuff and generally had a lovely time where we were drippily loved-up, a description of which would just sound lame and cause defriendings, so let's not do that.
This does bring me to how I feel overall, though.
Things are really transient at the moment: everything feels like it's on hold and the next few months are going to be filling time, really. My secondment at work, while it'll almost certainly become a full-time job at some point, is constantly being extended due to ditherings too dreary to document in depth here. My relationship with Sarah-Beth is on the brink of developing, or progressing, or whatever you want to call it, but it is itself dependent on a couple of things and again involves waiting a couple of months.
My time at the house I've lived in, on and off, since 2006 is drawing to a close. Really, it's not felt like home since Kyly left at the end of 2009 and its faults (inefficient heating, disproportionate cost, wanky door) feel more and more apparent. I think it's fair to say that things with Inigo haven't worked out (probably they never would have) and since most of my friends in Coventry are no longer in Earlsdon (Stone and Walker excepted), there's nothing keeping me here anymore. It's time for a fresh start, but I have to play the waiting game to do so. And the waiting game sucks.
All of which is relevant to my LiveJournal absence of late, even despite making new LJ chums in pippaalice and mrs_leroy_brown and meeting an old one, atommickbrane, a mere month ago. Still- still!- I failed to post an update. Then, I found that the longer I went between updates, the more I had to fit in until eventually it became an insurmountable task. However, this can't last forever and I need to put something here instead of merely endless plugs for my creative endeavours, so let's see what we've got.
Speaking of creative endeavours...
Annoyingly nothing's been officially announced yet, but I can confirm that, following the glorious success of 'Cemetery Drive', there will be further creative writing published by JT Wilson. In what format, at what point and at what length, I can't announce yet, alas. Obviously it's all awesome though. Work on 'Cemetery Drive' continues, of course, with a decent signing in Coventry and an underwhelming one in Blackpool in recent months. There's also talk of a festival appearance, although this all depends on various things I can't control. I did, however, do another story for 'Re-Vamp' for a future edition, so there's something to look forward to. I also made a fanzine for Sarah-Beth to celebrate her birthday. It took ages, was a massively egotistical, time-consuming project and looked scrappy as all hell, so typical for one of my projects; however, atypically for one of my projects, its entire audience loved it.
In band news, Riotshields added Nic Dura on drums in March, just in time for a nervous performance at the Litten Tree, after which we pretty much went back to the drawing board. Maybe we'll do a third gig someday! Overshadowing Riotshields like a giant novelty penis overshadowing the Mona Lisa was the Deathsex Bloodbath gig, in which John and I were responsible for chaperoning Sadogasm, Masokiss, Caitred Alabaster and Nicolas Harlot through their first gig. Inevitably given how disappointing the Rtshlds gig was, the DSBB one was a massive success. Caitred was in character- she was wasted- while Sadogasm couldn't play three notes without his guitar lead falling out. As such classics as 'Asphyxiwank' and 'Sellout' were met with singalongs and raucous cheers, I wondered why my real bands couldn't get reactions like this.
Over in wrestling, I haven't done much since an AMP show in March on which I took a ridiculous bump from ring to audience (sending someone's chips flying in the process) and chipping my scaphoid bone. I was then in plaster for an unprecedented nine weeks, which made me sad, and both the AMP shows since have unfortunately been on weekends I've been away. Still, the world is yet to see the last of Lex.
So what were those weekends away?
All of my weekends have been spent with safetobreathe, which you won't be surprised to learn. In early April, we went to London for the fanzine convention, in a room which was claustrophobically cramped and, to be honest, not really fit for purpose (they'd booked either too many stalls or expected too few people). The Wellcome Collection, on the other hand, was crazy-amazing for anyone who, like me, likes looking at Barnum-esque collections of weird stuff.
Later in the month we piled onto a sweaty bus from Wolverhampton to look at the lovely twee town of Bridgnorth. We trundled around a funicular railway, fed ducks and got shown an oyster by some boy. It was lovely and sunny, which was a bonus.
For my birthday, we went to Durham, mainly to stay in this room which, suffice to say, was awesome. Post-midnight relaxing and drinking rose in an outdoor hot tub = tremendous. We marvelled at 9th century books in Durham Cathedral, wiped ourselves out by climbing a tower and covertly crept round Durham Castle, taking photos of things we saw.
This weekend, we celebrated SB's birthday in Oxford, where we met her penpal Pete and my school chum Guy, looked at dinosaurs and mummies, saw Alice In Wonderland stuff and generally had a lovely time where we were drippily loved-up, a description of which would just sound lame and cause defriendings, so let's not do that.
This does bring me to how I feel overall, though.
Things are really transient at the moment: everything feels like it's on hold and the next few months are going to be filling time, really. My secondment at work, while it'll almost certainly become a full-time job at some point, is constantly being extended due to ditherings too dreary to document in depth here. My relationship with Sarah-Beth is on the brink of developing, or progressing, or whatever you want to call it, but it is itself dependent on a couple of things and again involves waiting a couple of months.
My time at the house I've lived in, on and off, since 2006 is drawing to a close. Really, it's not felt like home since Kyly left at the end of 2009 and its faults (inefficient heating, disproportionate cost, wanky door) feel more and more apparent. I think it's fair to say that things with Inigo haven't worked out (probably they never would have) and since most of my friends in Coventry are no longer in Earlsdon (Stone and Walker excepted), there's nothing keeping me here anymore. It's time for a fresh start, but I have to play the waiting game to do so. And the waiting game sucks.