The Importance of Being Idle

Welcome To The Desert Of The Real

It's been a week since last I updated, and for a while there I really didn't think I was going to bother, but... y'know?
Okay so lets have a quick recap: blah blah blah blah blah.
I went to visit my bro for a few days while my folks were outta town, which was fun. It's not like we did anything particularly special (in fact it was entirely the usual: play video-games and watch movies) but it was still cool. I did try and elicit Stu's advice on a certain relationship matter, but he was as frankly useless as I anticipated he would be (his advice was to kill my conscience by whatever means necessary and then enjoy myself). I mean in some respects it must be great to be him, and to have whatever you like when you want it, but then he also has no conscience whatsoever (having succesfully destroyed it in his early twenties), and has never had any sort of long-term relationship either, and to the best of my knowledge has never remained friends with a woman longer than it takes to get her into bed, so its swings and roundabouts I guess. But me, oh I've been being exactly the sort of good boy I always am (and frequently despise myself for, even though it seems to be the thing that people like about me), and have actually had to fight off not one but two women this past week, which is absolutely unprecedented for me (not the actual fighting off you understand, or even the needing to, but that the situation has come up at ALL is what is unprecedented, my life being what it is), and also a lot more challenging than I ever imagined it would be, possibly due to pitiful feelings of neglect (you KNOW who you are! Write me a blasted email once in a while! ;p). Normally I'm all for Bill & Ted's advice ("do what Bill & Ted would do; choose both!"), but in this particular circumstance it really isn't appropriate...
Hmmmm what else?
Not a lot really, ermmm... its been sunny? Apart from Friday when it rained... Stu bought himself a new digital camera, and... nope I really don't have anything very much. Movie-wise we had a Christian Bale mini-season, taking in such varied delights as Batman Begins, The Machinist (feck me he's so dangerously terribly thin in that film...), Equilibrium (awesome movie despite being a total rip-off of everything from Brave New World, Fahrenheit 451 and Logans Run... and having Sean Pertwee in it) and of course American Psycho (which is okay-ish... but I think too pedestrian and conventional given the source material - I coulda made a much better film and I have little to no idea what I'm doing). There was a little rant entitled "The Art of Losing" I was gonna go off on, but frankly I'm still too tired and mellowed out for that sort of thing. The gist was Britain is crap because we lost the Empire and can't get over it, which may or may not be true. It's in the same vein as my other popular (*ahem*) rant about why having a monarchy depresses the national character by having us as subjects rather than citizens. I have a lot of rants though, as you've probably noticed.
Okay, that's enough of this crap, I've got to go and kill some russian gun-runners and generally make life in San Andreas hell for the ordinary citizens on the street. Time to get my gangsta on...

posted by BadMonkey @ 10:52 AM