No, I haven't made a conscious decision to blog only on Thursdays from now on. It's purely coincidental. I'm afraid the following is a rather disparate collection of mini-rants on totally unrelated subjects 8p
I've decided never to waste money on Recorded Delivery postage again. Royal Mail have had 9 working days to get the Megastropulodon DVDs to the cast, and one of them still hasn't turned up. Well, it hadn't last time I heard from the would-be recipient, which was on Tuesday evening. Considering that I paid £1.70 for first-class recorded delivery, I'm getting very cheesed off with RM.
I gave up the hair experiment on Monday. I got fed up with it being permenantly dirty, knotty and getting in my face, so I made use of some scissors. Other people have said they like the result, but I don't like it at all. I'm not showing you a photo. I've been considering wearing a hat for the next six months so I don't have to see the mess every time I walk past a mirror. I hate mirrors sometimes. I suspect there's a happy (ish) medium somewhere between what I had on Sunday and what I've got now, so I shall be avoiding scissors for quite a while now.
On a slightly more positive note, I've finally got round to booking my funny hat and my superhero cape for my graduation ceremony at the end of August.
Which leads me straight back to the negative side of things... now that I've finished college, I don't know what I want to do with my existence for the next few decades. It really feels like I've dropped off the end of something, and I'm sort of freefalling. I can't even knuckle down and work on a new animation, as my various script concepts are stubbornly remaining just that - concepts, and not much more. Anybody else got any ideas about what a super-powered granny might get up to?
The uncertainty is very depressing.
Um... what else to rant about...
Well, they say great artists steal, maybe that applies to bloggers too? I shall go and raid someone else's blog for inspiration... *goes and raids*
Hannah (whose fault it is that I started writing this blog in the first place... at least in part) has been complaining about finding it hard to express important things verbally, about the tendency to bottle things up, about unasked and unanswered questions (http://hannahlikessheepbaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/id-wear-my-heart-on-my-sleeve-but-its.html, http://hannahlikessheepbaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-and-my-heart-we-have-issues.html), and I'd have to say, some of it reads like a transcript of my own brain, because I don't talk about stuff either. I've been trying to think of something encouraging to say in reply, but nothing has come to mind yet, except to say you're not alone. There are aspects of me that nobody else knows about. Apart from God, of course - I guess that's omniscience for you. I suppose the first step towards being honest with other people is that we have to be honest with God first; after all there's no point trying to hide the truth from someone who already knows the truth anyway. Once we've got to grips with talking to God, then maybe it might start getting easier to talk to other humans. Or maybe I'm just barking up the wrong tree again. I don't know.
Anyway, I've probably ranted enough for the time being, so I'm going to hit the 'publish' button and get on with something else.
- The Colclough