So, hey.
I haven't updated since August. I have no real reason as to why I haven't. I simply stopped updating my Livejournal, much like I stopped updating my Myspace and my Twitter. I tend to focus on one social network at a time, which probably explains why I'm so bad at networking in general. But I joined Holiday Wishes and I guess it gave me my LJ mojo back.
So what have I been doing since August? Same thing I was doing before I went MIA - looking for work and writing my script. The good news is, the script is finished and I'm working on the second draft. The bad news is, I've been working on the second draft since I last posted here. Progress has been stupidly slow, but I've set myself a deadline of Christmas Day to have it finished. It'll require a lot of work and a lot of time, but time is something I have in abundance. I want this script ready to go out in the New Year. It took most of 2009 to write it, and I plan on making sure 2010 is the year I make my first sale.
Not a whole lot else to write, really. Haven't had any great adventures, though I may have in a few weeks. Oh, I moved house. My old landlady decided to see if she can rent the house to the town council. It just wasn't economically feasible to have one tenant in there paying €55 a week; no way that was going to cover her mortgage. I'm in a nice place in the centre of town, though, so that's all good. I'm paying half rent until a new shower is installed, which is also nice, though it'll probably be finished by Christmas. That's cool, though; I have a little extra cash to buy some presents in the time being.
If you'll let me get my wrestling geek on: I just heard that Eddie Fatu, a.k.a. Umaga, died today from a suspected drug-related heart attack. So another young wrestler goes down to painkillers and performance enhancers. I honestly don't know how to feel about this. As a wrestling fan, I've seen maybe three or four drug-related deaths every year for the last decade, and the problem is only getting worse. Fatu was 36 years old; he should have still been in his prime. But the drugs he took on a regular basis screwed up his body and damaged his organs.
On the one hand, it angers me that the wrestling business, a form of entertainment that I've loved since childhood, has taken so much from yet another of its performers. But on the other, I can't help but feel the responsibility here is on Fatu himself. Up until earlier this year he was working for WWE. When he failed a drug test, WWE management suspended him and offered to send him to rehab. Fatu declined their offer, and because he refused to seek counselling for his drug problem, WWE fired him. Fatu threw away a six figure contract because he refused to seek help, and now it's cost him his life. No doubt tributes will come pouring in, which is only right - he was a great big man, and was involved in some memorable matches. But I won't be mourning him any more than I would mourn Davey Boy Smith, or Andrew "Test" Martin, or any of the other numerous wrestlers who found solace in a bottle of pills or alcohol. It's a sad thing to see, but while the companies and the fans can do their best to clean up this business, until there's a serious change in attitude among the wrestlers themselves, Eddie Fatu will not be the last name on what is an increasingly long list.
Well now I'm all bummed out. Time to see what Noah Antwiler is up to.
So what have I been doing since August? Same thing I was doing before I went MIA - looking for work and writing my script. The good news is, the script is finished and I'm working on the second draft. The bad news is, I've been working on the second draft since I last posted here. Progress has been stupidly slow, but I've set myself a deadline of Christmas Day to have it finished. It'll require a lot of work and a lot of time, but time is something I have in abundance. I want this script ready to go out in the New Year. It took most of 2009 to write it, and I plan on making sure 2010 is the year I make my first sale.
Not a whole lot else to write, really. Haven't had any great adventures, though I may have in a few weeks. Oh, I moved house. My old landlady decided to see if she can rent the house to the town council. It just wasn't economically feasible to have one tenant in there paying €55 a week; no way that was going to cover her mortgage. I'm in a nice place in the centre of town, though, so that's all good. I'm paying half rent until a new shower is installed, which is also nice, though it'll probably be finished by Christmas. That's cool, though; I have a little extra cash to buy some presents in the time being.
If you'll let me get my wrestling geek on: I just heard that Eddie Fatu, a.k.a. Umaga, died today from a suspected drug-related heart attack. So another young wrestler goes down to painkillers and performance enhancers. I honestly don't know how to feel about this. As a wrestling fan, I've seen maybe three or four drug-related deaths every year for the last decade, and the problem is only getting worse. Fatu was 36 years old; he should have still been in his prime. But the drugs he took on a regular basis screwed up his body and damaged his organs.
On the one hand, it angers me that the wrestling business, a form of entertainment that I've loved since childhood, has taken so much from yet another of its performers. But on the other, I can't help but feel the responsibility here is on Fatu himself. Up until earlier this year he was working for WWE. When he failed a drug test, WWE management suspended him and offered to send him to rehab. Fatu declined their offer, and because he refused to seek counselling for his drug problem, WWE fired him. Fatu threw away a six figure contract because he refused to seek help, and now it's cost him his life. No doubt tributes will come pouring in, which is only right - he was a great big man, and was involved in some memorable matches. But I won't be mourning him any more than I would mourn Davey Boy Smith, or Andrew "Test" Martin, or any of the other numerous wrestlers who found solace in a bottle of pills or alcohol. It's a sad thing to see, but while the companies and the fans can do their best to clean up this business, until there's a serious change in attitude among the wrestlers themselves, Eddie Fatu will not be the last name on what is an increasingly long list.
Well now I'm all bummed out. Time to see what Noah Antwiler is up to.