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  • TV Eye: New Who – “Gridlock”

    Okay, we’re in week 3- and the special effects budget is obviously going into overdrive. Some brief Who thoughts follow– and, as usual, fear the spoilers…

    Attack of the Welsh Voice Choir…

  • ECHOES FROM THE PAST: The Alchemist, Part 2

    Last time on The Alchemist… there was a gratuitous steal of footage from 2001, some menacing lurking down a mine, a truly horrendous piece of exposition (for which I can only offer my most humble apologies- I was young!), and the first of many oddball dream sequences to come. When we left our erstwhile hero, he had just agreed to take part in a seance to contact the spirit of a medieval Alchemist who’d been abstractly reaching out via a friend’s dream. As you do.

    The story continues….

  • ECHOES FROM THE PAST: The Alchemist, Part 1

    It’s happenned. My friend Tris has been threatening to do this for a while, and now the baloon has gone up.

    He’s put The Alchemist on Youtube.

    The Alchemist is the one-hour, no-budget sci-fi fantasy epic that I shot on VHS camcorders in early 1991, when I was the tender age of 16. It’s the first major project that I undertook that I managed to see all the way through to completion- it’s shot through with all my obsessions at the time, it features some wonderfully wooden acting from both myself and Tris, and- like so much of my fiction- it’s basically a tremendously convoluted excuse for a great big chase sequence (which manages to last almost twenty minutes. Take that, Michael Bay!).

    It’s rickety and full of problems, but it’s also something I’m still monumentally proud of, and I’m going to be presenting it here, divided up into seven chapters by Tris, hopefully over the next seven days. If you really want to watch the rest of it, you can follow the Youtube links, but this gives me the chance to have my very own cliffhanging serial.

    Thrill to the effects. Marvel at the acting. Boggle at my haircut. Shake your head at my gratuitous steal from 2001.

    Ladies and gentlemen, I give you part one of The Alchemist…

  • TV Eye: Horton Hears a Who- Week 2…

    More shennanigans with week 2 of the third season of Who- and this time, it’s wearing a ruff… (Fear the spoilers…)

    A tale of sound and fury, signifying nothing…

  • Jelly and Ice Cream

    I’d like to be effusive and full of observations on life– but I’m two days into a run of subbing, and I already feel like my brain is turning to porridge. It’s always so difficult to get anything done at times like these, and after a weekend that mainly consisted of ferenetic tidying, I think I’m starting to realise I have my limits. I need to sort this, though. I need to work on getting a different financial set-up where I can earn decent money through routes other than subbing– because at the moment, runs of more than a couple of days mean shutting my life down. With a two hour journey to and from work, it’s a long day. Getting through it feels like an acheivement– I’m trying to push myself further, but it’s downright tricky.

    At the least, there’s George to help me out with a bowl of Jelly and Ice Cream when things get too tough.

    Now, I’m going to chill out, and think happy thoughts. Today was lots of stress, and intensive detail work. Tomorrow will be better…

  • TV Eye: Horton Hears a Who…

    Call me a glutton for punishment. I’m certainly not going to be going into Torchwood-level depth here, but it’s Season 3 of New Who, and I’m back, wading in, and probably slightly disturbed by what I find. Fear the spoilers…

    ‘It’s like Mr Saxon says…’

  • Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory…

    I’ve got a new monitor for my computer. It’s my yearly tax write-off spend, combined with the urgent need to celebrate our liberation from the horror of the Flat. It’s a 22-inch widescreen, and suddenly my desktop area is collosal. I’ve gone from feeling like I can barely fit everything on the screen, to looking at lots of programs hanging in lots of empty space. Plus, anything I’m watching on the computer now looks freakin’ fabulous.

    I’m especially glad it turned up ultra-quickly (ordered yesterday, arrived today…) as I’ve got some seriously busy days ahead of me. Reviews, articles, and a visit from my Dad- there’s lots to do, and not enough time.

    Continuing with Black Man by Richard Morgan. Violent, political, and frighteningly good. It’s the kind of thing that just leaves me thinking:- I’ve really got to rewrite my novel if it’s going to stand a chance of being this good…

  • TV Eye: Battlestar Galactica, S3 E19-20: Crossroads

    Thoughts on the Galactica finale. Major, major, MAJOR spoilers below. Don’t say you weren’t warned…

    Two riders were approaching…

  • Last Stop: This Town

    Tiredness has a habit of creeping up on me. Plus, I think the combination of the sudden lifting of the cloud known as the “Flat Situation” combined with finishing off the current version of the novel has left me a little brain-frazzled. I’ve got a lot of work approaching over the next few weeks- including a rather large gig that I got on somebody’s recommendation this morning, and which I’m terribly pleased about. I’ve also, truth be told, got to try and find a way of continuing my writing, as since the collapse of my Novel in 90 project, I’ve managed to get very little done. Time feels like it’s sprinting away from me, and the whole daylight saving process of shaving an hour off the day hasn’t helped at all.

    I’m going to try and blog more regularly, and make it a little more exciting than random wordcounts and “I’m so tired…”. I need an outlet, and this thing is very good for me.

    I must head off towards bed now, and read some more of Black Man by Richard Morgan. The manuscript reading I’ve been doing for a publisher has been tremendously useful, but it’s lovely to be reading something that I’m able to genuinely enjoy.

  • It’s over…

    I just got a call from the Landlord- and the situation with the flat is over. There’s a small question mark hanging over some remaining council tax, which we may end up having to pay- but he’s officially said that we don’t have to send any more rent and can tear up the tenancy agreement.

    And there I was thinking that today wasn’t going to be a good day…