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New day, new post. Not done much writing for a couple of days, but when i last wrote it was a cool session. Was writing episode two and nearly have the first act complete which is great progress for a change. I'm just waiting to hit a brick wall now. Been writing quite prolifically these past few months and I just can't help but think it is all too good to be true. Its especially cool due to the fact that I have been working my ass off at stupid musiczone, it is a surprise that i have actually gotten anything done.

Thing with working in a music shop, that also sells a handful of games and a shed load of DVDs and cracking prices i might add, is that you really do see a wide range of idiots. And people of course. You get the nice people who like what they like and have liked it for ages, stuff they have grown up with etc. I can respect that, i can respect the dad rock crowd, the classical crowd, the fucking country crowd. You know, each to there own. What i cannot stand is the fucks who buy into whatever is fashionable. The fucks who read NME for adivce on what they should like. Should. fuck should, like what you like, don't fucking listen to what you are told to like, because what you are being told to like by fucking journalists is stuff that they have been paid a large amount of cash to say is cool. Its not fucking cool. James Blunt, Keiser Chiefs, fall out fucking boy, arctic fucking monkeys, fucking my chemical fucking romance and all that fucking reality tv shit that fucking oozes itself into the mainstream. Fucking hate all of that. it is commercial toss and should not be considered as music. Music by definition, at least by my understanding is art form. But just like everything in this fucked up world it has been bastardised. And i'm a weirdo for liking stuff that i have made my own mind up to like.

The worst offenders are those that think they are unique and amazing for liking shit like Fall Out Boy. they come in the fucking shop with their army of tight jean wearing mindless toss bags mumbling to themselves as their chains swing in the breeze of the hot air they spout. 'Oh they will not have fall out boy in here, there is no way.' No way? We have 15 million fucking copies of it because it is popular because the fucking radio and fucking kerrang said it was fucking popular. These same fucks, when quized on what they like will tell you and then say, 'oh you wouldn't have heard it'. Bollocks. If you look like the rest of the fucking 'alternative' crowd that exists out there i have fucking heard it and i don't wanna fucking hear it anymore.

Dangers of working in a music shop...

Anyway, writing. Here is an update on my shit.

Nowhere Land: episode pilot thing done, synopsis is done too, need to get a character bio done and maybe an outline done, then get a fucking printer.

One Man and His Axe: Re wrote this, need an ending though and i am gonna send it off to some short script writing contest.

Laughing Gas: Well looky who has decided to show its ugly head again. Yep, gonna tackle this at some point, will get a new title i think and become a novella. That is the plan.
Thats it, my arm hurts and i have to go back to work for a fucking meeting. yay me.

CURRENT MOOD: If you have read this entry you can fucking work it out for yourself.
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Porcupine Tree 'Stupid Dream'
FILM: King Kong, fuck you i liked it!
TV: Surface, getting great and ending soon, which sucks.
COMICS: LEGION, fucking great stuff. Bendis, anything by Bendis, give it to me - reading Jinx at the moment and it rocks like a motherfucker!