Hello Internet
Well It's been about a month since Dave Cameron was made Prime Minister and about a month since I last updated. It looks like my neglect of LJ isn't causing enough pressure to force him to resign so I guess that my plan failed. Not that I had high expectations of it working, but you never know?
Actually I am kinda bummed out because I've got some kind of major writers block or something. I've just not had anything come to me worth writing down for months. It's just gone. It's like the old dumb question 'where do you get your ideas from?' and I dunno where I got mine from, but wherever it was it must have gone out of business in the recession. I'm just left with the occasional one-liner I can fart out on twitter, but other than that. I've lost my ability to write. The one thing I was starting to consider thinking about beginning to imagine I was actually good at and enjoyed doing and - no. Fuck you, sunshine. None of that.
I mean, I have tried. I tried to write a few more of my daft plays. During the election I had an idea for a spoof of Top Gear where Clarkson, Hammond and May have a crack running the country and test-drive a coalition government with some second-hand Former Prime-Ministers. Naturally Clarkson would represent the Conservatives and get Thatcher, Hammond gets Labour's Atlee and May with Gladstone from the 19th century. I imagined a scene with them all arriving at Downing Street being piggy-backed by their chosen Prime Minister, with the exception of Clarkson who crashes Thatcher into the Foreign Office. Staggering into shot he claims her steering is off: "The lady's not for turning!".
One joke. I couldn't think of any more. I decided I would end it with China declaring war and working my way backwards from there, but still. Couldn't think of anything more funny to add to the scenario above. I got angry at myself and deleted everything in a frustrated rage. The digital equivalent of taking a stanley knife to a painting and shouting "NO NO NO!" as I slash the canvas apart.
So yeah, currently dealing with inspirational problems, please stand-by. Should I start doing requests?
Actually I am kinda bummed out because I've got some kind of major writers block or something. I've just not had anything come to me worth writing down for months. It's just gone. It's like the old dumb question 'where do you get your ideas from?' and I dunno where I got mine from, but wherever it was it must have gone out of business in the recession. I'm just left with the occasional one-liner I can fart out on twitter, but other than that. I've lost my ability to write. The one thing I was starting to consider thinking about beginning to imagine I was actually good at and enjoyed doing and - no. Fuck you, sunshine. None of that.
I mean, I have tried. I tried to write a few more of my daft plays. During the election I had an idea for a spoof of Top Gear where Clarkson, Hammond and May have a crack running the country and test-drive a coalition government with some second-hand Former Prime-Ministers. Naturally Clarkson would represent the Conservatives and get Thatcher, Hammond gets Labour's Atlee and May with Gladstone from the 19th century. I imagined a scene with them all arriving at Downing Street being piggy-backed by their chosen Prime Minister, with the exception of Clarkson who crashes Thatcher into the Foreign Office. Staggering into shot he claims her steering is off: "The lady's not for turning!".
One joke. I couldn't think of any more. I decided I would end it with China declaring war and working my way backwards from there, but still. Couldn't think of anything more funny to add to the scenario above. I got angry at myself and deleted everything in a frustrated rage. The digital equivalent of taking a stanley knife to a painting and shouting "NO NO NO!" as I slash the canvas apart.
So yeah, currently dealing with inspirational problems, please stand-by. Should I start doing requests?