¦ dialling in from Sky Bunker ¦
23:33 GMT, Friday 5th June 2009. I was supposed to be going out to a gallery open-evening tonight, catching up with some friends, and friends of friends, and generally unwinding; but it's been a nuts week at work and I've got to keep my brain intact for a whole day of Yellow Dawn tomorrow, so decided to come home, buy in an Indian, guzzle a litre of Leffe and just relax. Jo's away for the weekend so I'm slobbing it.
This time last week I was up North, in Newcastle, getting lost in my rediscovery of the Trigan Empire (note to Floyd, thanks for the E-mai fella, great to discover you and I shared a similar buzz during our childhood years - beams a smile at ya).
I forgot to mention the headless fekking Magpie I found in the garden, skewered on a length of bamboo growing along the boundary with Les the neighbour. Freakiest fekking thing I've seen for a long time. I mean... how did it lose its head? And what are the chances of it falling out of the sky and landing on the bamboo? Maybe it lost its head after it got skewered. But what came along and chewed it off? I don't know. Odd, is all I say.
Apart from that Newcastle was bloody lovely, as usual. Mum is in fantastic spirits: she's managing to eat properly again and is putting lost weight back on. Fingers crossed she'll fight this thing and carry on.
Getting back to Bristol and to work on Monday, I found myself struggling to keep a hand on the helm of my projects because of all the work I acting head of department in Stu's absence. Then Wednesday afternoon the Director says can I have a report (Project Echo) for the Board tomorrow morning. Shit! So a late night and a very early morning (woke up in the dark with project componets whirling through my brain and slotting into how I was going to construct the Board report). Was kind of fun though, I mean, *wrinkles nose above a thin smile* it's not like that all the time, and I did enjoy the buzz of pulling everything together under pressure.
I've also been out every night this week... no time in Sky Bunker... only minimal writing time during lunchbreak and just after work.
I was approached by the developer of a new website called resurrect.me.uk, a place for alternative artists and people to collaborate and Virt. I've signed-up because I admire anybody who manages to get this far, driving an ideal along with passion and determination. It doesn't officially launch until 4th July, but I'd recommend you take a peek and join-up.
I'm still working on the revision of Iron Man Project - very much a back burner task, so I'm happy for it to drag on this long. Despite picking up the file of notes for Dog Eat Dog several times now, I'm resisting starting until I've finished Iron Man Project properly. However, I have started writing up a new scenario for Yellow Dawn, called "Baruch's Burden". I was hoping to keep it simple and make it a freebie download for the Yellow Dawn community, but as usual my imagination starts to fire on multiple cylinder... so if it takes more than a couple weeks to write I'll probably put it up via LULU and charge for it.
I was wanting to go and see Salvation this weekend but I'm hearing a lot of reports saying it's "Beyond Salvation". No! Have the fekked it up?
I got to spend some quality time with my soul brother Vega$ this week. We've not seen in each other in MONTHS. The man's been doing a lot of hard manual labour and I swear his arms are getting massive. He's even getting a little pot belly... we had a chuckle about that. Matthias, fat? It'll never happen.
"First Cut", by Eurythmics just came on. Ahhh blisto, memories of being 14 and getting into Call of Cthulhu back in 1985.