Who wants to hear a ridiculously pointless story?! Ah well, it’s not ridiculously pointless. Ah well, it actually is. Maybe not completely pointless. To one person. Probably just the one. Probably. Although if you are one of the many people who have ever felt the need to insist I should comb my hair, maybe you might find it of note. Probably. Not. Thing is. I just remembered. How big a combed head I used to be. Immaculate parting. Straight as an arrow. Splitting hairs. Like a landing strip. White line down the centre of my head. Nicely tanned during the summer. Brazilian. Or whichever one that is. Perfect divide. No stragglers. East. West. A combing king. King Combs! Bit of Brylcreem. Followed by a quick flick of a brush. Either side of the Berlin Wall. Little bit of a fringe. Check in the mirror. And. I. Was. Dancing! Continue Reading »
Slowly but surely I’ve been sorting out my mental stumbling blocks. There shall be no more harping on about them after today either! Just making sure that I extradite them all fully. Chipping away at them over the past few days. Piece by piece. Instead of just sitting and staring at what it is that I must get done. I think my initial problem when I got back was getting caught up in what other people were doing. Biggest waste of time ever. Success dripping everywhere. Meeting people whose company paid for this, that and the other. Annoyed that I had no company to back me up. Stupid. Caring what other people were doing so well. To make sure I well and truly splattered the icing on the pointless cake, I wasted even more time worrying how I would get things back up and running. Ending up doing nothing. Worrying. Wondering where my piece of the pie was. Finally copping on that the pie here is funking huge. Enough of it to go around. Continue Reading »
I realize I have an annoying problem. Well, one more to the list. Have you ever started something, then finished it just for the sake of finishing it? No other reason. You do not want to finish what you’ve started. But for some dumb reason, you feel like you have to. For example, you take a bite out of a pear and then realize it’s not a great pear. Not rotten or gone off, just dry and not nice. However, instead of just throwing it away, you feel like you have to finish it. I do anyways. Quickly munching through it, just to have it eaten and not throw a full pear. People are starving, man! Making sure not to waste an ok-at-best pear. Just waste my time instead. Continue Reading »
Earlier on today, a buddy of mine moved over to Emerica, a long term visa in his back pocket. Happy days for him, we have been in the same boat for a few years. Good buddy, known him from school days I’d say. Since being home, I think I have met up with him once the whole time. Bumped into him a few times when I was DJ’ing, but only once to go out boozing. Before he left, he rang me to say let him know when I’ll be over in the States as well, must arrange to meet up. Even though we will be on opposite sides of the country. The thing is, it wasn’t just a token gesture call. I would be confident that I’d meet up with him more over there, than I have since I have been back here in Cork. Even though I am a 10 minute drive away from his house here. Sometimes, it is all about location!
When you were finishing school, if someone told you that in less than a year you probably wouldn’t be as friendly with the majority of your friends at the time, would you believe them? Doubtful, laughing it off, no way man, great buddies. Sure. Within a few months of starting college, Continue Reading »
As the title will clearly show, as you will eventually read further down, it might be fair to say, that in creative terms, the ball might not bounce as highly for me in Cork, as it might in L.A. 3 factors which I noticed are no longer as frequent outside my window are: The blistering heat; ridiculously hot women I might recognize from t.v or a movie, and; men fixing their eyebrows, while carrying their poodles. Those 3 things alone would lower the bounce a notch or two down for anyone! So, for the time being, I’ll have to dance the blog around the peculiarities of Cork perhaps, while sticking with the progress on the momentum that I am trying to build before my return to L.A.
Seeing that so many steps were made yesterday, it was bound to happen that today was a bit slower. Still, I managed to make further inroads into meetings with people in t.v stations, publishers, finance injections for the trip back, and other small, necessary tasks. Business side to be done in Ireland. Nothing significantly different since yesterday though. I did, however, see that there is an open mic up in Dublin next Tuesday, which I shall try to make. Re de de, could be my stand-up debut in Ireland. I presume all the jokes specifically tailored for the American audience would work just as well here. If not, I always have my new joke in Arabic to fall back on.
One thing I have noticed since being back, and I also noticed when I headed up to San Fran for a while from L.A, is the amount of time people waste dodging each other. It is ridiculous, an unreal waste of time. Plus credit. And, also, good excuses. Particularly when both parties are plainly avoiding one another, ha. Ehh, I’m back wherever for a while so I better give X a text, just to say whats going on… or… from the other side “ehhh, he’s back here, so I better give him a text, just to say whats going on”. Then you continue to dodge back and forth, pointlessly… We should meet up… “Busy this weekend, next week?”… I’m up the walls then, shucks… “No problem, I’ll give you a call tomorrow morning about, we can sort it out then”. Yeah, even though its half 10 at night now, call me tomorrow morning about next week, as a lot will have changed by then… Ha, it is beyond belief pointless!
If you want to meet up with someone, you will without doubt easily do it. Otherwise, just a complete waste of time with the excuses. And its not that I no longer like that person, or that I think the other person really dislikes me now either (not saying it could easily be that for them!). Just are either of us really that bothered to go out of our way for a forced meeting? Nay, grow apart and dodge on! Not sure about you, but I notice how easy it is to make great plans with someone, when you’re not in the same city as them. You almost become better friends with them, now that you don’t see each other, strange enough. Different story then when you’re within 20 minutes of each other. It is bad enough, in a why bother at all kind of way.
Almost as bad as biting the bullet and getting a bus, train, and tram for 2 hours, just to meet someone. As if you had to do it. Then sit through the forced friendship meeting, bored as you think you were forced into it, probably wishing you were back on your computer writing up a great blog, or the scene for the sitcom that you just thought of. Debatable which is worse. (Unfortunately, this happened to me, obviously. Also a worrying sign that the blog entries have that effect on me, ha).
So, that was one way which I noticed myself wasting part of my day today. On the other hand, another part of my day was definitely not wasted, in the slightest (maybe in a good waste way, at the most). I’ve been trying fruitlessly to put these songs up for a while. However, the lack of Youtube videos forced me into learning this new method. I now know how to embed songs onto the blog. Isn’t that just great news?! Took me long enough. After thinking it was far, far harder than it was, eventually I got there. Like all things these days, trail by error.
Now glorious songs like this will be put up, the freshest of new music! Although, now that I see it laid out, the lack of the video visual is a bit of a negative. Let me know which you prefer. I’m sure the comments shall be flying in! Or, could make it, eh, purchasable. Anyways, I must go get my sleep on, must get up early and nip a dodge in the bud!
I realize I have an annoying problem. Well, one more to the list. Have you ever started something, then finished it just for the sake of finishing it? No other reason. You do not want to finish what you’ve started. But for some dumb reason, you feel like you have to. For example, you take a bite out of a pear and then realize it’s not a great pear. Not rotten or gone off, just dry and not nice. However, instead of just throwing it away, you feel like you have to finish it. I do anyways. Quickly munching through it, just to have it eaten and not throw a full pear. People are starving, man! Making sure not to waste an ok-at-best pear. Just waste my time instead. 
Earlier on today, a buddy of mine moved over to Emerica, a long term visa in his back pocket. Happy days for him, we have been in the same boat for a few years. Good buddy, known him from school days I’d say. Since being home, I think I have met up with him once the whole time. Bumped into him a few times when I was DJ’ing, but only once to go out boozing. Before he left, he rang me to say let him know when I’ll be over in the States as well, must arrange to meet up. Even though we will be on opposite sides of the country. The thing is, it wasn’t just a token gesture call. I would be confident that I’d meet up with him more over there, than I have since I have been back here in Cork. Even though I am a 10 minute drive away from his house here. Sometimes, it is all about location!
Enough Talk, More Writing! 