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and the world toddles on
Aug. 31st, 2003 07:53 amWell this has been the week of little or nothing. It's now Sunday seven am and i have people coming over to pick up a painting tomorrow. A painting that isn't even a quarter way finished, Oh Fuck doesn't even touch on it. It's worse because this commission was given to me by friends, good patient people in the art's community who know the difference between good work and 'emperors new clothes slabber' who decided to give me the commission in part because they know how horribly painfully broke i am. So today is painting day...and the reason i am sitting at the computer doing this? Buggered if i know.
Read the new Dean Koontz novel and came to another horrible realization. I've out grown Dean Koonz, i remember how much i loved his work, remember the anticipation every time i got a new book but now? Well there just isn't enough it felt like reading a very long interesting magazine article, with as ever a good quirky premise that touched on some fascinating points in the human condition but didn't take the time to delve deeply. This is the Dean Koonz way but i read it in two hours and was shocked speechless by how much of a cop out the ending was. I acctualy checked to see if i had a faulty copy.In the end i had to accept that i'm too old and too spoilt by good writing to accept contract fulfilling throw aways. Still it was painful and i wee funeral was had.
A wave and a smile to all those doing the con thing, it looks like your having a blast and it's nice getting to see the faces behind the stories. I'm not a con person, to many people in too small an area and to be honest i don't want to meet JM, he's happily nestled in my sub-conscious as Spike. Christ i shudder to think what i would say to him..." hey mate, glad to see you are doing so well for your-self i've just cued for six hours to ask you if you wouldn't mind pretending to be a hungry undiscovered actor so that you fall into the thin, starved, tiny waisted, lone-wolf look i adored from seasons two-five. Yeah? cheers lad". I would be shredded by thousands of indignant JM lovers before i left the building.
Hypocrisy is my name. See i love Spike i love the idea of him, the romantic twisted fucked up can-never-quite-get-it-right-and-doesn't-want-to-if-there-is-an-easier-way-of-doing-it. To see JM in real life makes Spike a definite not-real, not just some bloke living in another country. And yes i know he's not real i just don't want to 'know it'. That goes for Xander and Giles and Anya and Willow ect other wise how can you write them. All the good writers have a little denial land in their heads that they let us visit from time to time,and i bought me a visa.
Ok procrastinating done got to paint ! will paint now.
Read the new Dean Koontz novel and came to another horrible realization. I've out grown Dean Koonz, i remember how much i loved his work, remember the anticipation every time i got a new book but now? Well there just isn't enough it felt like reading a very long interesting magazine article, with as ever a good quirky premise that touched on some fascinating points in the human condition but didn't take the time to delve deeply. This is the Dean Koonz way but i read it in two hours and was shocked speechless by how much of a cop out the ending was. I acctualy checked to see if i had a faulty copy.In the end i had to accept that i'm too old and too spoilt by good writing to accept contract fulfilling throw aways. Still it was painful and i wee funeral was had.
A wave and a smile to all those doing the con thing, it looks like your having a blast and it's nice getting to see the faces behind the stories. I'm not a con person, to many people in too small an area and to be honest i don't want to meet JM, he's happily nestled in my sub-conscious as Spike. Christ i shudder to think what i would say to him..." hey mate, glad to see you are doing so well for your-self i've just cued for six hours to ask you if you wouldn't mind pretending to be a hungry undiscovered actor so that you fall into the thin, starved, tiny waisted, lone-wolf look i adored from seasons two-five. Yeah? cheers lad". I would be shredded by thousands of indignant JM lovers before i left the building.
Hypocrisy is my name. See i love Spike i love the idea of him, the romantic twisted fucked up can-never-quite-get-it-right-and-doesn't-want-to-if-there-is-an-easier-way-of-doing-it. To see JM in real life makes Spike a definite not-real, not just some bloke living in another country. And yes i know he's not real i just don't want to 'know it'. That goes for Xander and Giles and Anya and Willow ect other wise how can you write them. All the good writers have a little denial land in their heads that they let us visit from time to time,and i bought me a visa.
Ok procrastinating done got to paint ! will paint now.
