Remember the days the blogaruu was popping off on a daily basis? Remember that?! Fun days. Where has it all gone wrong. Or right. Past two weeks have been quite quiet on le blogaruu. Good for me, bad for you. Seeing this means more than likely doing something ridiculous, fun and surreal all together at once. Yet real, really fun and no longer ridiculous. Pretty mighty. In fact, the past two weeks have been funking savage! I’ll attempt to gibber it out in the next blogaruu. Parts at least. Until then, some music gibber to get me back in the flow. Seeing as I just got an odd urge for cheese. Don’t even like cheese. Along with an even odder urge to get to work. Write. Scribble. Release. Time to turn up the gibber flow a notch. Let the mind run dumbly free. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »
Routines. Can be a dose. Trudging through drudgery. Recycling days. Waiting until they run out. Hogs grounding to a halt. Slowly but surely. Work. Dinner. TV. Sleep. Unless, of course, you like your work, I imagine it’s a bit of a dose, to be true. On the other hand, having no routine whatsoever, can also be a bit of a dose. Too much free time. Too much to do. Too much freedom. All of which. Seems to be making me quite dumb. Err. Making me highly interested in innocuous events. Such as. Buying a new type of soap. Not sure which kind. Just soap. However. Now. Every time I walk into my bathroom. My eyes water up. Pepper sprayed. Making me fall to my knees. And puke. Only stopping when I eventually manage to crawl back out of the bathroom. Leaving the soap behind. Well, maybe only one of those things happen. Still though. The fact that that scenario has played out in my head, did make me realise that freedumb might have taken over my mind. Trying to decide if that’s now a good or bad thing. Continue Reading »
Yesterday, writing wise at least, was fairly productive. I must admit I felt invigorated having a project to get stuck into. As I bounced out of bed this morning, I had high hopes for another day of the same. These hopes were quickly dashed. Checking emails first thing in the morning might have to be cut out of my routine. First email was from my accountant. In case you might not know, technically speaking, I have my own translation company. A checkered past. If you need any documents translated from German to English, you now know who to come to. I specialize in gun manuals as well. Strange but true.