you saw it, you can't un-see it…

Blue Sky Black Death is on the stereo, and Chio is in the kitchen making garlic oil, the heating is off and the internet is hiding in the corner, ostensibly from too much abuse…  and I’m thinking about the future.  I guess.  Somewhat negatively?  Is that the apocalyptic string section forcing my hand?  These guys are amazing, but a little depressing…  I F**CKIZING LOVES IT.

Where do we go from here?  I don’t know.  But I do know something new today, thanks to Warren Ellis, and it fills me with such excitement for what is to come that I can barely keep my pants from exploding into a fireball.  A quote, from Shivering Sands (which arrived today from lulu.com, bigupswhutwhut):

This Is What It Means To Be Me: wake up at 1pm.  Check mail.  Open envelope full of free money.  Go to pub.  Laugh.

Because I am a Writer.

And doesn’t that just warm the cockles?  Like a flaming golden hock in your groin, only in a good way, not in a ‘what is that smell smells like hair oh god it’s my pubes my junk is on fire shitcock my junk is on fire’-kind of way.

This is something I can do.  The arrogance of that statement is incredible.  Yeah, sure, read a brilliant quote from a brilliant, gifted writer and think, ‘I can do this bollocks,’ you twat you.  But, on some level, I think it is true and I’m willing to give it everything to find out.

So no matter how weird things have been getting, or how very, very unprepared and ill-equipped I am for dealing with what may very well be a K-hole of devastation centered the inside of my chest…  things are looking up.  This makes me happy, this writing thing.

I get the feeling we are going to become quite close, Mr. Word Processor.