Is it always this exciting?
A thing that depression does that is awful is to rob you of the good bits and any sort of sensible passage of time and drop you in a pocket universe of shit with a ten minute cycle time. Because that's as much concentrating as you can do (if even that...) before malfunctioning brain goes 'This is too hard, I want distraction with $social-media'.
Stuff I did this year that I had forgotten[1]:
Emitted a short story for 'North by southwest'. Which was the first story. In anthology terms this is 'You are on to something you muppet'.
Built a radio that only plays old John Peel programmes. Actually a bloody radio. It works like the wireless. (Well, within the realms of 'hacking it all together in ten minutes')
Didn't post here for shit.
Went to Hay-on-Wye for pie, mash and SF.
Went to Whitby for the cycling.
Went to Cornwall for beer and technology tourism.
Went to Cardigan for the prog/psych music.
Went to Nottingham for the SF(F) and red hi-viz.
Went mildly viral. (Twitter really is badly done and filled with awful people)
Put a big chimney on an incinerator to make it go better.
Took part in Art. (Sanctum, Bristol)
Started a (power-ambient) industrial band.
One, no two only slightly daft ideas for EMF talks. (A device that makes life hard for the internet of stupid things, Exploiting codes of conduct for fun and profit)
Generated a set of cards for 'Project Management Tarot'. Got as far as most of a physical prototype before the first paragraph set in.
2015 has been something of a slog. However, the act of actually going back and looking has been quite pleasant. Once I'd steeled myself for the 'inevitable disappointment' my malfunctioning fucking brain had assured me I could look forward to.
[1] Actually forgotten, because see first paragraph. I can't even. What sort of person does that? If it were someone else you'd call them a gaslighting bastard and call the polis.
Stuff I did this year that I had forgotten[1]:
Emitted a short story for 'North by southwest'. Which was the first story. In anthology terms this is 'You are on to something you muppet'.
Built a radio that only plays old John Peel programmes. Actually a bloody radio. It works like the wireless. (Well, within the realms of 'hacking it all together in ten minutes')
Didn't post here for shit.
Went to Hay-on-Wye for pie, mash and SF.
Went to Whitby for the cycling.
Went to Cornwall for beer and technology tourism.
Went to Cardigan for the prog/psych music.
Went to Nottingham for the SF(F) and red hi-viz.
Went mildly viral. (Twitter really is badly done and filled with awful people)
Put a big chimney on an incinerator to make it go better.
Took part in Art. (Sanctum, Bristol)
Started a (power-ambient) industrial band.
One, no two only slightly daft ideas for EMF talks. (A device that makes life hard for the internet of stupid things, Exploiting codes of conduct for fun and profit)
Generated a set of cards for 'Project Management Tarot'. Got as far as most of a physical prototype before the first paragraph set in.
2015 has been something of a slog. However, the act of actually going back and looking has been quite pleasant. Once I'd steeled myself for the 'inevitable disappointment' my malfunctioning fucking brain had assured me I could look forward to.
[1] Actually forgotten, because see first paragraph. I can't even. What sort of person does that? If it were someone else you'd call them a gaslighting bastard and call the polis.