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Oh THAT's what they're for [Sep. 3rd, 2010|08:20 pm]
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I hate diaries and yet I'm surrounded by them.  My dad loves diaries which may well be why I hate them.  He loves poring over Samuel Pepys' work and countless others, reading about meals that are hundreds of years old, houses that are restaurants, offices or gone completely.  For him it brings history alive.  

I have many heroes but, first and foremost on that list, is Henry Rollins.  The former lead singer of Black Flag, Rollins is a musclebound, tattooed shaven headed man who looks like he should be killing people in the woods.  In reality he's a fiercely smart, self aware, self deprecating and intelligent guy who has a talk show, a TV show about film and regularly does spoken word tours which are one part stand up comedy, one part lecture, one part look inside the mind of a man who's a little too clever for his own good.

I found Rollins' work the year my best friend had his second bout of leukaemia.  This was the year I was in lower sixth, the year my hair was appalling (Anyone who tells you a mullet is business up front, party in the back is LYING and HATES YOU almost as much as they hate themselves), the year my dad's mental health continued to fragment as he pushed into the final eighteen months of his time as a teacher, the year my head of form asked me to tell the class what was going on with Q.

Stop and think about that for a second.  I'm 17, my best friend has his second bout of leukaemia, which may or may not be cured.  I'm a child, I'm fat, my hair looks stupid, I'm the son of a teacher at the school who is one bad week away from a nervous breakdown and my head of form gets me to deliver a fucking lecture on my best friend's longterm survival prospects to my peers.  That was not a pleasant morning,

It was also the sort of thing that diaries seem to allow people to explore.  Rollins saw his best friend killed in front of him and the police pour so much salt in the wound that the horror took years to fade and ever really wlll.  Pepys saw his home destroyed by the Fire of London and yet still found time to write about his thoughts on it and the fact he buried his wheel of Parmesan in the backyard to preserve it.  Diaries allow you to put the inside outside, to externalise your though process.  Not something I could ever do, because my thought process is dialled in, walled up, private.  I've carried my fair share of trauma in my life and I've survived it by being fine and, sometimes, FINE.  I'm Nice Al who deals with stuff but I'm also Nice Al who has a tendency to not write nice things down because you do that?  It gives them edges, boundaries.  It means they end and it encourages what comes after them to hurry towards you.

Diaries externalise but they also limit and control and they take you out of the moment and sometimes the moment is exactly where you need to be.

But then again.

I walked home tonight along the river and Summer in York is TENACIOUS this year.  It was fiercely hot and I stopped off at the new Costa coffee to get Kate a fruit booster (Mango and Passion Fruit in this case) and a Coffee Frescato for me,  I had a rough day at work, five first contact logs in half a day where a busy day features three but I'd got to the end of the day and I'd even helped a couple of American tourists find the pub they were looking for.  I moved past them, looked up at Scarborough Bridge drenched in golden light and the people making their way home and the first strains of 'Rock Star' by Nickelback kicked in and the coffee tasted so damn good and then I knew, I knew this is what diaries are for.

So I'm back and I've also started a diary at ohlife.com.  It's an interesting idea, you post by email and it sends you a previous post every day as a prompt.  I enter into this with some trepidation because, well, the chances of suck are fairly high but I figure it's worth a shot.  And besides, as Chad Kroeger himself put it, I want to be a rock star, and how else will I get the spine for my autobiography?
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memeotron-(Drabble) Last Dance (Adama/Adama's Moustache) [Mar. 11th, 2010|03:52 pm]

for ultharkitty 

    'You and me, we've gone around and around.'  Bill Adama wanted to sit down, wanted, just for a moment, to take the weight he'd shouldered all those years and cast it aside.  He never had.  He never would.  The good soldier.
   'There have been indulgences, matters overlooked.  We've been in the hole for a while, and down here, certain allowances have to be made.'  He placed his hands behind his back, parade rest, head high, the good soldier.
   'Not any more.  We're going back, without you.  I know you understand.'  Silently, he picked up the razor.  His moustache said nothing.
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memeotron-(Drabble) The Monday Autopsy (Gaius Baltar/Ducky) [Mar. 11th, 2010|03:50 pm]

For littlemoremasks 

'Of course, the really interesting thing about this young lady is she's artificial.'  Ducky leant over the autopsy table and Baltar marvelled at the older man's combination of compassion, respect and cold-hearted analysis.
   'How can you tell?'
    'There is such a thing as too perfect.  This beautiful young woman is  perfect, in every way, down to the cellular level.  No blemishes, no discrepancies.  A rose by any other name would smell of nothing.'
   Gaius squeaked a laugh and tried not to look at the corpse or the identical woman standing over it that only he could see.  He hated Mondays.
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Memeotron [Mar. 11th, 2010|03:08 pm]

Courtesy of ultharkitty 

The first 10 people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing and in return they have to post this in their journal regardless of ability.
Please select from:
New Galactica
I'm scrubbing the 'in return' part - that's optional.
*is doing this because needs discipline of writing drabbles that are actually drabble length*
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Five Things Make A Post-Drabblecast Edition [Mar. 5th, 2010|09:32 pm]
[Current Mood |draineddrained]

1-Why hasn't anyone ever put up www.liejournal.com? Seriiously, that'd be huge.

2-Batman Begins is far better than I remembered, and I remembered it being pretty good.

3-I feel like hammered crap thanks to a cough that doesn't seem to want to leave. Also slightly tired of everything being massive amounts of work. I am ready for an easy ride now.

4-ReconStar Autolycus, my BSG roleplayng game, is going very well:) Fun to run too.

5-Caught The Hurt Locker. Very interesting movie. Bloggery will ensue.
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Five Quick Things [Mar. 1st, 2010|09:00 pm]

-Why did no one tell me about 30 Rock? And the very real possibility Kenneth the Page is IMMORTAL? Seriously, look it up. There's evidence. CANON evidence.

-'Yes I can read, I even have a column in Ebony magazine called Musings.' is the second best line I've heard this year.

-You APPLE FACED GOON!' is clearly the best insult I've heard. EVER.

-BBC6 played music from my head today. For an hour.

-The fiction dam! It bursts! Creativity ensues!
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PhotoBomb-Second Try [Feb. 28th, 2010|08:01 pm]

Now with fewer permissions!

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PhotoBomb [Feb. 27th, 2010|10:46 pm]
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Just put some photos up on my flickr. Here's a couple of samples:



Which will either be lovely pictures or lovely URLs. Regardless, they were fun to do:)
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Five Things Make a Post-Drabblecast Edition [Feb. 25th, 2010|08:17 pm]
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Hello everyone:)

I find myself in a very strange place at the moment.  Lots of opportunities, lots of change.  Not sure how I feel about a lot of things at the moment but, after the spectacular bottoming out of last year, I am at least prepared to entertain the possibility that I might have potential.  Anyway, before this turns into a spectacularly long self indulgent State of the Al post (Which may yet happen), here's some stuff:

1-Life, the Damian Lewis 'Ex con turned Buddhist homicide cop fights crime!' series is massive fun.

2-I'm currently slightly obsessed with 'Here We Go' by Jon Brion from the Punch Drunk Love score.  Assuming I've done this right, it's here:

3-I'm also really fond of 'One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces' by Ben Folds Five at the moment, used to AWESOME effect here:

4-I haven't been to the cinema in AGES which means there's now a ton of stuff (Solomon Kane, Shutter Island, The Lovely Bones, The Crazies) that I want to see. Should be seeing The Lovely Bones this week:)

5-I have sold a story! The oddest thing I ever wrote in fact, The Existential Lizard, which was on my flash fiction feed ages ago. It's currently up here, at the superb Drabblecast:


And that's five things, making a post. Lemon out:)
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Still alive [Jan. 11th, 2010|03:50 pm]
Triumph, making a note here huge success etc.

Still here, still kicking.  Content to come.
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