I can’t write this afternoon, I have tried and tried and nothing’s happening so I have decided to review this here Ozzy Osbourne album since I said I would.
To be honest I found it a little boring. Boring in that I actually fell asleep while having it blasting pretty loudly through my headphones. It’s supposed to hard rock; I wasn't sure I would like it but I didn't anticipate boredom. I mean, it wasn’t really bad; it was quite comfortable to listen to and if it had been really dull I would have got up and done something else instead of just sitting and listening. I mean, I do have issues with falling asleep all the time. I nodded off during Dark Side of The Moon when I first listened to it.
Anyway, there are some catchy little riffs in there and this fellow Zakk Wylde, the guitarist, is something else; he made my ears prick up and listen a good number of times. I kind of wanted Ozzy to shut up so I could listen to an hour of this guy. But the orchestration from song to song is incredibly similar and dare I say it, decidedly unimaginative. Perhaps this is a problem with a genre I don’t know a whole heap about; perhaps any music which sits rigidly within one genre is apt to be rather samey. I don’t think the production quality on the CD helped although it’s allegedly re-mastered. Percussion sounded especially dodgy, rather light and tinny and my headphones are really very good.
I have decided that rhyming the words desire with fire is should be a Cardinal Sin, which is why U2 will burn in rock hell (actually U2 will smoulder pathetically rather than burn, rather like their music – no, not really). Anyway, the whole desire/fire faux-pas was committed liberally along with many others and I can’t say any of these lyrics moved me, even to amuse me. I don’t know why I bother criticising the guy’s lyrics when song titles include Zombie Stomp and Hellraiser. Although Hellraiser the song is better than the film which I saw for the first time the other day, but that’s because the film was utter pants except for the kinky fetish costumes, but I think perhaps that was the point.
No More Tears is probably the best track on the album, all seven minutes and twenty-four seconds of it. While I was checking the reviews of this before I bought it (for £2.50 plus a quid postage on eBay) someone compared it to Stairway to Heaven, but well, NO WAY. Still, it is kind of funky. I also like Zombie Stomp, despite the fact that it is everything you would expect from a song of that title and more besides.
Ozzy Osbourne’s voice falls a little short of dulcet and perhaps this was part of my problem. I didn’t realise that it was possible for a Midlands accent to come through so strong, but the guys voice reminds me of Simon Le Bon from Duran Duran. My goodness! That’s it! During the eighties you never saw Duran Duran and Black Sabbath in the same place at the same time, did you? Their lyrics, though rather different in content, were equally banal. You never saw Simon Le Bon and Ozzy Osbourne in the same place and indeed, the more that Osbourne has been on telly and stuff, the less you see or hear of Le Bon. I bet none of their tour dates have ever coincided. My gosh. Ozzy Osbourne is the satanic alter-ego of Simon Le Bon. What’s more, when writing about Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson once said;
"I send you herewith a Gothic gnome, interesting I think, and he came out of a deep mine, where he guards the fountain of tears."
Gothic gnome = Ozzy Osbourne! It all makes perfect sense. No wonder he has had such problems.
So in conclusion, I was not exactly bowled over by this supposed classic by Ozzy/ Simon, but it's not rubbish and I shall persist. I must admit now on the third or fourth time through and now I’ve woken up a bit, it is getting better. And if I have offended anyone’s ethical sensibilities by reviewing the guy’s work, here is a link to the Bat Conservation Trust just to show I care. If I have offended anybody’s musical sensibilities, then please don’t lynch me, bite my head off or pin me down and crimp my hair (which for some reason is what I imagine an enraged mob of Duran Duran fans would do).
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
My Top Twenty Albums Of All Time (today at least)
Now this has shifted in recent months because of Snow Patrol and because I lent Abbey Road to a my friend R from Wargaming who hasn’t given it back yet so I’ve had less exposure to my previous favourite.
I don’t know whether he hurled a heavy object at the CD player when Maxwell’s Silver Hammer was playing, thus destroying my CD or whether I converted him to such an extent that he has stolen my CD, the first album I ever bought. The very first. If it is the latter at least the lad has taste. Actually, if it’s the former he has taste as well; Maxwell’s Silver Hammer sucks – although I heard an interview with Gene Simmons (from Kiss) in which he said this song defined him. Hmm.
This morning I got Ozzy Osbourne’s No More Tears, another of Rob’s recommendations. I know; Ozzy Osbourne. Ah well, I’ll try anything once… before I resell it on eBay. I’ll keep you posted.
To be honest, unlike my All Time Top Twenty Pick of The Personal Pops this list probably shifts about on an almost daily basis. I just wanted an excuse to rave about some of the music I love really and my brain isn't working yet this morning.
20. Blood Sugar Sex Magic – The Red Hot Chili Peppers
19. Garbage - Garbage
18. Chorus - Erasure
17. Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band – The Beatles
16. This is My Truth, Tell me Yours – The Manic Street Preachers
15. OK Computer - Radiohead
14. Automatic For The People - REM
13. London Calling – The Clash
12. The Tumbleweed Connection – Elton John
11. Teaser and The Firecat – Cat Stevens
10. Appetite for Destruction – Guns’n’Roses
The lyrics are usually rubbish, occasionally offensive and the mere sound of Axle Rose’s voice compels me to OD on Strepsils. However, Guns’n’Roses are a bit like the Alien sequels or Spike Milligan poetry or Carl Hiassen novels or frozen pizza; you know there’s something fundamentally wrong with it but it can be quite delicious all the same. And it’s all so unpretentious; these guys sing about sex and drugs and rock’n’roll as opposed the Arthurian legends and such you get so many rockers wailing about. Appetite for Destruction is my hand-down favourite from the albums I have listened to, certainly the most fun.
BTW Carl Hiassen writes really dark comic novels, it’s like reading Ray Chandler except with a bit of Burgess-esque ultra-violence thrown in just when you’re taking the guy seriously. They’ve all got titles like Skin Tight, Skinny Dip, Strip Tease, but they’re far from trashy. Honest.
9. Graceland – Paul Simon
A work of genius. Paul Simon is a fantastic song writer and succeeds where others fail in pulling together a truly eclectic sound with the help of Ladysmith Black Mambazo. Includes classics such as Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes and You can call me Al. This album has a lot of sentimental significance as this is something my Dad has always listened to a lot on car journeys. My Dad hasn’t got great taste in music, certainly never talks about a band or artist or even a classical composer with passion and probably has a secret collection of Jamie Cullum albums under his bed, but he does like this and we used to sing along to it together quite a bit. Then he saw Ladysmith Black Mambazo in concert and has since insisted on dancing to it in that style...
8. By The Way – Red Hot Chili Peppers
The Chili Peppers are true poets and like Paul Simon, do a very good job of mix and match styles, although more across genres than georgraphy. I personally think that with By The Way, they arrived, but other Peppers fan they sold out or became middle-aged. There are still plenty of songs to jump around to in there, as well as the fantastic Zephyr Song which you don’t jump around to but you certainly can’t sit still and listen to it. Or at least I can’t.
7. Moseley Shoals – Ocean Colour Scene
Ocean Colour Scene didn’t do a great deal before or after their 1996 single success with The Day We Caught The Train but this is a fantastic album. All the songs are great and it flows on one song to another… I’m trying to think of the word for this. It isn’t a concept album, but do you know what I mean? A little known gem. [..] says they sound like The Beatles, but actually they sound far more like The Rolling Stones, except frankly the Stones weren't nearly so consistantly melodic.
6. Led Zeppelin IV
Everybody ought to possess this album because it is probably the best rock album ever - and I'm being as objective as possible, taking into account other tastes as well as I my own. If you are going to buy one rock album it ought to be this. Includes Black Dog, Stairway and When the Levee Breaks. These guys can do things with guitars that Shakespeare couldn’t do with words. Okay, so Ring-Wrathes crop up in the lyrics but we can forgive them that much, surely?
5. Electric Ladyland – The Jimi Hendrix Experience
There are some duff songs on this album, some weird kind of psychodelic nonsense, but the good songs (Voodoo Child, All Along the Watchtower, Long Hot Summer Night etc) make up for them with interest. Hendrix does things with guitars that Led Zeppelin couldn’t do with guitars. See about my synaesthesia for just how much I enjoy Hendrix. Of course there were other members of the band but on the sleeve they all look like accountants in Austin Powers type fancy-dress, so in my mind they played little to no creative role.
4. New Adventure In Hi Fi - REM
This really ought to have been REM’s biggest selling album but no-one’s ever heard of it. Also, to be fair it is not an album I would recommend to someone who doesn’t know much REM, because it is a bit contemplative and quirky. It includes some of Michael Stipe’s best stream of consciousness type lyrics, is the last album with Bill Berry on board and the last album before REM started sounded rather bored. Sorry, but much as I may kneel and sacrifice chickens at the altar of REM, they do sound like they’re rather be out fishing or playing golf in their last few albums. Your drummer is supposed to be the one that spontaneously combusts and is replaced every couple of months but it seems that REM couldn’t cope without him. Anyway, this is a brilliant album.
3. Abbey Road – The Beatles
It is the best album by probably the best band in the world ever. I’m not one of those who believes everything The Beatles did was fantastic and nobody comes close, but well, hey, they did some brilliant stuff and Abbey Road is a wowza album. Includes Come Together and Here Comes The Sun. The best part is the eight track medley beginning with You Never Give Me Your Money. That’s a musical trip and a half, it doesn’t matter if the lyrics go through meaningful, silly, daft, surreal back through daft, over to obscure for a bit before back to meaningful. So altogether perfect - apart from Maxwell’s Silver Hammer which makes Obe-li-de Obe-li-da sound like Bohemian Rhapsody.
2. Tea for the Tillerman – Cat Stevens
To illustrate the pointless transience of this list, it was only a week or so I was telling my nearly-but-not-quite brother-in-law that Teaser and The Firecat was my favourite Cat Stevens album on account of it having If I laugh and How can I tell you that I love you?. However, it also has Ruby Love, for which the CIA should have put a tail on the guy and stopped him getting on planes in case he was tempted to do an impromptu performance. No, Tea For The Tillerman is probably my favourite for having Hard Headed Woman, Wild World and Father and Son. And the other songs are very pleasant, gently philosophical without being saccharine. A really great album.
1. The Final Straw – Snow Patrol
I know I keep going on and on and on and on about this album but it is really good. It may be a phase for me but it has gone on two months now. This is a brilliant album. It’s brilliant. Will nobody listen to it apart from me? Please? Someone? Sometimes being in on a secret can be draining. Buy it now. For just 7.99 – I went to the trouble of finding the cheapest price on-line for you and everything.
I don’t know whether he hurled a heavy object at the CD player when Maxwell’s Silver Hammer was playing, thus destroying my CD or whether I converted him to such an extent that he has stolen my CD, the first album I ever bought. The very first. If it is the latter at least the lad has taste. Actually, if it’s the former he has taste as well; Maxwell’s Silver Hammer sucks – although I heard an interview with Gene Simmons (from Kiss) in which he said this song defined him. Hmm.
This morning I got Ozzy Osbourne’s No More Tears, another of Rob’s recommendations. I know; Ozzy Osbourne. Ah well, I’ll try anything once… before I resell it on eBay. I’ll keep you posted.
To be honest, unlike my All Time Top Twenty Pick of The Personal Pops this list probably shifts about on an almost daily basis. I just wanted an excuse to rave about some of the music I love really and my brain isn't working yet this morning.
20. Blood Sugar Sex Magic – The Red Hot Chili Peppers
19. Garbage - Garbage
18. Chorus - Erasure
17. Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band – The Beatles
16. This is My Truth, Tell me Yours – The Manic Street Preachers
15. OK Computer - Radiohead
14. Automatic For The People - REM
13. London Calling – The Clash
12. The Tumbleweed Connection – Elton John
11. Teaser and The Firecat – Cat Stevens
10. Appetite for Destruction – Guns’n’Roses
The lyrics are usually rubbish, occasionally offensive and the mere sound of Axle Rose’s voice compels me to OD on Strepsils. However, Guns’n’Roses are a bit like the Alien sequels or Spike Milligan poetry or Carl Hiassen novels or frozen pizza; you know there’s something fundamentally wrong with it but it can be quite delicious all the same. And it’s all so unpretentious; these guys sing about sex and drugs and rock’n’roll as opposed the Arthurian legends and such you get so many rockers wailing about. Appetite for Destruction is my hand-down favourite from the albums I have listened to, certainly the most fun.
BTW Carl Hiassen writes really dark comic novels, it’s like reading Ray Chandler except with a bit of Burgess-esque ultra-violence thrown in just when you’re taking the guy seriously. They’ve all got titles like Skin Tight, Skinny Dip, Strip Tease, but they’re far from trashy. Honest.
9. Graceland – Paul Simon
A work of genius. Paul Simon is a fantastic song writer and succeeds where others fail in pulling together a truly eclectic sound with the help of Ladysmith Black Mambazo. Includes classics such as Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes and You can call me Al. This album has a lot of sentimental significance as this is something my Dad has always listened to a lot on car journeys. My Dad hasn’t got great taste in music, certainly never talks about a band or artist or even a classical composer with passion and probably has a secret collection of Jamie Cullum albums under his bed, but he does like this and we used to sing along to it together quite a bit. Then he saw Ladysmith Black Mambazo in concert and has since insisted on dancing to it in that style...
8. By The Way – Red Hot Chili Peppers
The Chili Peppers are true poets and like Paul Simon, do a very good job of mix and match styles, although more across genres than georgraphy. I personally think that with By The Way, they arrived, but other Peppers fan they sold out or became middle-aged. There are still plenty of songs to jump around to in there, as well as the fantastic Zephyr Song which you don’t jump around to but you certainly can’t sit still and listen to it. Or at least I can’t.
7. Moseley Shoals – Ocean Colour Scene
Ocean Colour Scene didn’t do a great deal before or after their 1996 single success with The Day We Caught The Train but this is a fantastic album. All the songs are great and it flows on one song to another… I’m trying to think of the word for this. It isn’t a concept album, but do you know what I mean? A little known gem. [..] says they sound like The Beatles, but actually they sound far more like The Rolling Stones, except frankly the Stones weren't nearly so consistantly melodic.
6. Led Zeppelin IV
Everybody ought to possess this album because it is probably the best rock album ever - and I'm being as objective as possible, taking into account other tastes as well as I my own. If you are going to buy one rock album it ought to be this. Includes Black Dog, Stairway and When the Levee Breaks. These guys can do things with guitars that Shakespeare couldn’t do with words. Okay, so Ring-Wrathes crop up in the lyrics but we can forgive them that much, surely?
5. Electric Ladyland – The Jimi Hendrix Experience
There are some duff songs on this album, some weird kind of psychodelic nonsense, but the good songs (Voodoo Child, All Along the Watchtower, Long Hot Summer Night etc) make up for them with interest. Hendrix does things with guitars that Led Zeppelin couldn’t do with guitars. See about my synaesthesia for just how much I enjoy Hendrix. Of course there were other members of the band but on the sleeve they all look like accountants in Austin Powers type fancy-dress, so in my mind they played little to no creative role.
4. New Adventure In Hi Fi - REM
This really ought to have been REM’s biggest selling album but no-one’s ever heard of it. Also, to be fair it is not an album I would recommend to someone who doesn’t know much REM, because it is a bit contemplative and quirky. It includes some of Michael Stipe’s best stream of consciousness type lyrics, is the last album with Bill Berry on board and the last album before REM started sounded rather bored. Sorry, but much as I may kneel and sacrifice chickens at the altar of REM, they do sound like they’re rather be out fishing or playing golf in their last few albums. Your drummer is supposed to be the one that spontaneously combusts and is replaced every couple of months but it seems that REM couldn’t cope without him. Anyway, this is a brilliant album.
3. Abbey Road – The Beatles
It is the best album by probably the best band in the world ever. I’m not one of those who believes everything The Beatles did was fantastic and nobody comes close, but well, hey, they did some brilliant stuff and Abbey Road is a wowza album. Includes Come Together and Here Comes The Sun. The best part is the eight track medley beginning with You Never Give Me Your Money. That’s a musical trip and a half, it doesn’t matter if the lyrics go through meaningful, silly, daft, surreal back through daft, over to obscure for a bit before back to meaningful. So altogether perfect - apart from Maxwell’s Silver Hammer which makes Obe-li-de Obe-li-da sound like Bohemian Rhapsody.
2. Tea for the Tillerman – Cat Stevens
To illustrate the pointless transience of this list, it was only a week or so I was telling my nearly-but-not-quite brother-in-law that Teaser and The Firecat was my favourite Cat Stevens album on account of it having If I laugh and How can I tell you that I love you?. However, it also has Ruby Love, for which the CIA should have put a tail on the guy and stopped him getting on planes in case he was tempted to do an impromptu performance. No, Tea For The Tillerman is probably my favourite for having Hard Headed Woman, Wild World and Father and Son. And the other songs are very pleasant, gently philosophical without being saccharine. A really great album.
1. The Final Straw – Snow Patrol
I know I keep going on and on and on and on about this album but it is really good. It may be a phase for me but it has gone on two months now. This is a brilliant album. It’s brilliant. Will nobody listen to it apart from me? Please? Someone? Sometimes being in on a secret can be draining. Buy it now. For just 7.99 – I went to the trouble of finding the cheapest price on-line for you and everything.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Random musings on my fellow man
As I have probably described before, I’m always blown away when I contemplate the miracle of our existence; the complexity of the world, especially the human body and brain. It is all totally amazing and yes it is very difficult to accept that this is the produce of milliquillizillions of totally random events. It is a miracle that we exist as we are, by anyone’s definition. This is not to say I can happily swallow the idea of a creator God, especially not a creationist God; no offence folks, but that’s just silly. And pointless. I mean, what is there to fear from evolution? All manufacture has a process; evolution does not eliminate the possibility of a creator God. The whole Semetic thing about Adam and Eve and Kickmebot fits in to this; we became quite literally naked and when we did we discovered sin since everything before that point was innocent, instinctual.
Kickmebot? you may well say. My Dad used to offer us and any other small children present the following riddle;
“Adam and Eve and Kickmebot went down to the water to bathe,
Adam and Eve were drowned but who you do think was saved?”
I had a very violent upbringing… Anyway, no, the miracle of our existence. The thing I was pondering today is why we’re so amazed when things go wrong. I mean, it’s not amazing at all. It’s a wonder that any of us are walking upright – something we’re not exactly well designed to do. It’s a wonder any of us get past our first few months since this whole standing lark results in a narrow pelvic floor and a low birth weight so that we’re all incredibly dependent on our parents for a period of not months but years.
The most miraculous part or ourselves is our brain. I mean, science has barely begun to work out half the stuff it does yet. But it’s also the thing which malfunctions most often. Everybody has irrational thoughts, unnecessary worries, obsessions and then very many people – one in four, one in six, depending on your stats, has it go very wrong and becomes depressed, imagines their lot is to suffer and may even contemplate self-destruction – the most irrational thing in the world.
It’s all to do with emotion (duh - patience with me this afternoon, please). Emotion is another one which I find hard to believe developed as it is in a random way. Certain sorts of emotion make evolutionary sense; love for your child and love for a partner with whom you may bring up your child. Fear makes a lot of sense too. It’s all the in-betweeny crap that we have to go for, our domestic anxieties, our insecurities and grudges. I know it all stems from the same sort of thing, but why do our lives have to be so complicated? Painfully complicated.
Of course I am rabbitting on about this because of stuff going on just now, but today I find myself despairing and wondering at the human race in equal measure.
Hmm, [...] watched the Matrix films again this weekend and I think I have caught that bug of pseudo-profundity so bad I can't make a single salient point. I did find a great article though about how the Wachowski brothers are suing God. All true.
Kickmebot? you may well say. My Dad used to offer us and any other small children present the following riddle;
“Adam and Eve and Kickmebot went down to the water to bathe,
Adam and Eve were drowned but who you do think was saved?”
I had a very violent upbringing… Anyway, no, the miracle of our existence. The thing I was pondering today is why we’re so amazed when things go wrong. I mean, it’s not amazing at all. It’s a wonder that any of us are walking upright – something we’re not exactly well designed to do. It’s a wonder any of us get past our first few months since this whole standing lark results in a narrow pelvic floor and a low birth weight so that we’re all incredibly dependent on our parents for a period of not months but years.
The most miraculous part or ourselves is our brain. I mean, science has barely begun to work out half the stuff it does yet. But it’s also the thing which malfunctions most often. Everybody has irrational thoughts, unnecessary worries, obsessions and then very many people – one in four, one in six, depending on your stats, has it go very wrong and becomes depressed, imagines their lot is to suffer and may even contemplate self-destruction – the most irrational thing in the world.
It’s all to do with emotion (duh - patience with me this afternoon, please). Emotion is another one which I find hard to believe developed as it is in a random way. Certain sorts of emotion make evolutionary sense; love for your child and love for a partner with whom you may bring up your child. Fear makes a lot of sense too. It’s all the in-betweeny crap that we have to go for, our domestic anxieties, our insecurities and grudges. I know it all stems from the same sort of thing, but why do our lives have to be so complicated? Painfully complicated.
Of course I am rabbitting on about this because of stuff going on just now, but today I find myself despairing and wondering at the human race in equal measure.
Hmm, [...] watched the Matrix films again this weekend and I think I have caught that bug of pseudo-profundity so bad I can't make a single salient point. I did find a great article though about how the Wachowski brothers are suing God. All true.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Poetry Corner: Ode to my TENS machine
Since the blogsphere is awash with disturbing angst-ridden poetry, I thought I would add my own contribution.
Ode To My TENS Machine
I want to tell the whole wide world about my darling TENS,
My little matt black box and I are very special friends.
He stays close to me all day long, he never leaves my side,
I tingle when I feel those soft electrodes on my thighs.
He came straight to my rescue when my agony was heinous.
My love for him is deep; in fact it is quite transcutaneous.
This love it has no side-effects; those drugs can be so icky,
Though when I pull the patches off he leaves me rather sticky.
I knew that it was meant to be as soon as I first saw him,
He stimulates my nerves so that I produce more endorphins.
He stops me curling up with pain; he stops that horrid spasm,
Alas however, he falls short of making me [feel any better than as I have described above]
He is the answer to my prayers; the dream I have been chasing,
After just a week he needed his battery replacing.
However much my body aches I know he’ll make amends,
My love, my life, my tingly-wingly, darling little TENS.
Ode To My TENS Machine
I want to tell the whole wide world about my darling TENS,
My little matt black box and I are very special friends.
He stays close to me all day long, he never leaves my side,
I tingle when I feel those soft electrodes on my thighs.
He came straight to my rescue when my agony was heinous.
My love for him is deep; in fact it is quite transcutaneous.
This love it has no side-effects; those drugs can be so icky,
Though when I pull the patches off he leaves me rather sticky.
I knew that it was meant to be as soon as I first saw him,
He stimulates my nerves so that I produce more endorphins.
He stops me curling up with pain; he stops that horrid spasm,
Alas however, he falls short of making me [feel any better than as I have described above]
He is the answer to my prayers; the dream I have been chasing,
After just a week he needed his battery replacing.
However much my body aches I know he’ll make amends,
My love, my life, my tingly-wingly, darling little TENS.
Like a nun in a nudist colony.
Things are going better since my earlier post but I just read over what I had written and found the above simile. That's terrible. Do you understand the self-doubt thing now? Yes? Good.
Drat and double drat!
Sorry to do the old blog-as-a-dumping-ground on you, but today I am immensely frustrated. Mostly because I'm very tired, but at the same time extremely restless such that I can't sleep for long or lie comfortably doing nothing, not even next-to-nothing like watching a film or something and yet my brain simply won't engage with any task I ask it to perform. Only now at four in the afternoon has it found the capacity to string written sentences together, but not good ones which is why I am blogging and not doing any proper work just now.
It doesn't help that it is a truly beautiful day outside and I am too dopey to do anything about that like leaving the flat for the first time in a week. Coupled with this mental fatigue is the feeling that someone cut all the strings that were holding me up right and I am flopping about all over the place. Nevermind, I have had a little sleep now so maybe I will wake up and feel better this evening.
Last night I had a very strange dream about carrying my manual wheelchair around everywhere I went. Carrying it.
Ah well now I'm being spoken at and I can't think and write and listen all at once, that's for sure.
It doesn't help that it is a truly beautiful day outside and I am too dopey to do anything about that like leaving the flat for the first time in a week. Coupled with this mental fatigue is the feeling that someone cut all the strings that were holding me up right and I am flopping about all over the place. Nevermind, I have had a little sleep now so maybe I will wake up and feel better this evening.
Last night I had a very strange dream about carrying my manual wheelchair around everywhere I went. Carrying it.
Ah well now I'm being spoken at and I can't think and write and listen all at once, that's for sure.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Megadoubts and Getting Better.
See, my cold is loads better today and I had a solid nights sleep, so today I'm going to be very well behaved, rest often and try and be productive in the meantime instead of the aimless meandering between tasks which dominated yesterday. Yesterday I decided my Five Good Things were nonsense, but today I can breath again and I stick by what I said.
Last night I had megadoubts about my novel and decided it was really bad. Not just slightly, but really, all wrong, complete rubbish. This morning I have concluded that it is nothing I can't get over - if such concerns were justified, then I'll just have to stick with it a little longer.
Today is April 1st, so we're a quarter of the way through the year already - aaah! I would do an April Fools blog but I'm too nice and frankly unimaginative this morning. Now I'm going to get on with some work.
Last night I had megadoubts about my novel and decided it was really bad. Not just slightly, but really, all wrong, complete rubbish. This morning I have concluded that it is nothing I can't get over - if such concerns were justified, then I'll just have to stick with it a little longer.
Today is April 1st, so we're a quarter of the way through the year already - aaah! I would do an April Fools blog but I'm too nice and frankly unimaginative this morning. Now I'm going to get on with some work.
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