Apologising for not having updated would just be weird, considering how many times I end up doing this. Let’s just say, it’s been a spectacularly busy week. This was supposed to be my time of going off to see the London Film Festival- I mean, I’ve got Press Accreditation, I’ve got the right to go to any press screening, any afternoon screening, and request anything i want to get access to- and instead, I’ve spent the last week and a half writing my ass off. Writing, writing and more writing. I swear, I don’t know what’s happenned since Edinburgh. It’s definitely a good thing to be flattenned under a gigantic pile of work, it’s just bizarre. Two months for now, I’ll probably be desperate for work and looking on these as the Halcyon Days, but for the moment, I’m just glad to have gotten through the last few days. The oncoming week is pretty damn busy too, and I’ve got to try and get through as much as possible as a week on Monday, I start the “Writing for Two Weeks” mission that I will attempt to document on here- that is, if I don’t go stark, staring mad. Which is possible.
Got a copy of Movies from Fifteen Minutes written by cleolinda, which I was intially absolutely certain fell under the description of yet another of those god-awful humour books that always come out at Christmas simply because it’s the only time they would ever get bought by people desperate to buy some kind of a present for someone. I said some mean things about it to George, and now I have to take them all back because it’s actually bloody funny. Go check out m15m and you may find some of her spoofs. Very funny, in a quite delicious way.
I’ve also been discovering the world of Mash-ups. If you don’t know what a Mash-up is, it’s essentially where enterprising DJs are mixing two (or more) records together in order to create something completely new. Some of them don’t work, and some of them work so well it’s rather difficult to listen to the original.
There’s hundreds of others on the net. I’ll try and post them as I find them.
I’ll also try and do this a little more regularly.
And we end today with a quote:
“There’s an old joke – um… two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of ’em says, “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.” The other one says, “Yeah, I know; and such small portions.” Well, that’s essentially how I feel about life – full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it’s all over much too quickly. The… the other important joke, for me, is one that’s usually attributed to Groucho Marx; but, I think it appears originally in Freud’s “Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious,” and it goes like this – I’m paraphrasing – um, “I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member.” That’s the key joke of my adult life, in terms of my relationships with women. ”
from ANNIE HALL