LJ Idol: Sign Up and Week 0
Half a decade has passed.
I am interested to see that I can remember my password, but not quite how Livejournal works. Writing this post would once have taken mere minutes: today, it takes longer (although I confess that the sluggish nature of my typing might be a result of the injury I sustained on Sunday, when the breadknife I was wielding went rogue and mistook my finger for a loaf of crusty white).
I wonder, as I write this, how much time has passed since I first signed up to Livejournal.
The answer is this: 14 years and 4 months.
Three fifths of the students I now teach weren't actually born at the time.
In this half a decade of absence, I have bought a house, eloped to Las Vegas, qualified as a teacher and in my spare time run a half decent cadet unit in the South West of England. Not so bad, as adulting goes, although I have killed an alarming number of houseplants and still can't really cook (see earlier breadknife).
In spite of this sudden onset of adulthood (or perhaps because of it), I have written almost nothing in the five years since I bailed out of Idol Season 9. I spend my days buried in books and poems (and data, and detentions), but I am no longer sure that I know how to write.
I suppose I'd better give it a try.
So:
This is week zero, and this is a statement of intent.
The days, after all, are growing cruel.
The mantle of the night is drawing in.
The monsters of your soul are meandering home from a party in the gates of the abyss.
My oars are dipped.
Begin.
therealljidol Season 11.
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Topic: Week 0.
I am interested to see that I can remember my password, but not quite how Livejournal works. Writing this post would once have taken mere minutes: today, it takes longer (although I confess that the sluggish nature of my typing might be a result of the injury I sustained on Sunday, when the breadknife I was wielding went rogue and mistook my finger for a loaf of crusty white).
I wonder, as I write this, how much time has passed since I first signed up to Livejournal.
The answer is this: 14 years and 4 months.
Three fifths of the students I now teach weren't actually born at the time.
In this half a decade of absence, I have bought a house, eloped to Las Vegas, qualified as a teacher and in my spare time run a half decent cadet unit in the South West of England. Not so bad, as adulting goes, although I have killed an alarming number of houseplants and still can't really cook (see earlier breadknife).
In spite of this sudden onset of adulthood (or perhaps because of it), I have written almost nothing in the five years since I bailed out of Idol Season 9. I spend my days buried in books and poems (and data, and detentions), but I am no longer sure that I know how to write.
I suppose I'd better give it a try.
So:
This is week zero, and this is a statement of intent.
The days, after all, are growing cruel.
The mantle of the night is drawing in.
The monsters of your soul are meandering home from a party in the gates of the abyss.
My oars are dipped.
Begin.
therealljidol Season 11.
Sign Up.
Topic: Week 0.