Half the time I don't remember what I've said to whom, what I've blogged, and what is still festering in its own juices in my head. Right now, I'm suffering from the instant gratification of IRC, not really blogging properly, not replying to emails properly. Too much to do. Too little time. Too many cats waking me up at godawful times, intently ferreting round my room like small furry FBI agents. Can't lock them in the lounge – Cleo wails like a foghorn when she's shut in. Have to put up with the ferreting instead. Not enough punctuation. Not enough spare time to think. Too much Polish running through my head. Too many thoughts of San Fransisco. Or maybe Poland. Possibly somewhere else entirely. Must get out. Must leave. Have nowhere to go and no money to get there.
I still have to blog about last week.
Find me in #joiito. I'm nowhere else right now.
Sounds like a slight IRC addiction. I had the same thing seven years ago. It'll pass. After a year or so you're either fully addicted and have stopped meeting real people, or you'll ask yourself what on earth made you spend so much time online in pointless chats. 😉
Horst [hprill@excite.com]
Horst, you're so right. But my salvation is that at least I'm still planning face-to-face interaction with real people. Er, you are real, aren't you?
/me worries she's deluded about the realness of other #joiito-ers
/me also worries that she's picked up some terrible habits from irc already, and she's only been there a month or so
/me worries in particular about the lack of full stops in irc. and capitals.
/me must… get… out… more…
Stop looking at the internet and get on with your script. 🙂
Neil
Very good point well made there, Neil.
It was actually a guess that you're writing a script right now – I found your blog accidentally and read your bio and you remind me in some ways of me 🙂
I had a period where I decided to write a script for a film which I would make myself. I thought about it and thought about it and thought about it, carefully fitting in the (non-actor) friends I had into a story in my head (so then I wouldn't have to pay actors) and eventually came up with a plausible idea after about a year. 🙂 I wrote a one page treatment of it and was happy with that, but fate intervened – the VERY next day my hard drive died. I moved on to other fantasies after that and real life kind of took over. In retrospect I didn't have the time, money, patience or talent to make a film right off.
Can you somehow remove my email address from my previous post? I thought it might be masked somehow. Ta.
Neil
Neil: good guess. Check the 'words 'n stuff' category and you'll get to read all about it!
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