Alasdair Watson

Illuminations. They still don’t ship/accept orders from outside the US. Why not? Because they’re bastards, that’s why. Why is it that the US gets a store like them, and we get fucking Wax Lyrical?

Shut up, son, and keep sucking.

I sat down to write last night – the story I’m doing with Fin, for Comics2003. We’ve talked about it some, and the notes I had for it were “Scary Trees and Edwardian Costumes”, and some vague notion of riffing of Bronte, very lightly indeed. Before I was halfway done last night, I found myself back hurriedly away from writing an incestuous Father-Daughter relationship which had crept out of my subconcious.

As it is, my notes so far have, in caps across the top “A story about blasphemy. Pervert Sex in 1890’s yorkshire.” and, for reasons that made sense at the time, I found myself researching Mary Shelley’s short fiction, and the myth of the wandering jew.

Oh, and google image search doesn’t bring back any photos of hanging corpses.

I think something may be wrong with my brain.

Shattered, again. Another weekend spent fiddling with computers. People mock me when I complain about this, and to an extent, it’s true – I like to do it. But, and this is the important bit – it feels like work. It isn’t relaxing, it’s tiring, and sometimes stressful. It isn’t how I want to spend my evenings and weekends. Friday night, I’ll reap the benefits of for some time to come, so that’s fine. And Fin’s computer needed fixing. But I hope to god that I’m done now. Next weekend, I’m doing nothing. I may not even check my email.

Yeah, right.

I would like to point out to all readers of Al’s journal my admirable restraint in not posting pretending to be Al.

— Marysia

Sitting in the lounge with a laptop, working wirelessly. Everyone but Marysia is now on-line with broadband, and the cables are put away. I’m happy.

Saw Donnie Darko last night. Brilliant film. I’d talk more about it, but I know there are people reading this who haven’t seen the film, and I don’t want to spoil it for them. I’m going to have to get the DVD, because I need to watch a few more times to make my mind up about who/what some of the characters were, or if they were exactly as they appeared, and actually the whole thing was a self-correcting problem. But yes, like everyone else I know who has seen it, I say “If you haven’t seen it already, you must.”

The iPod is playing Here Comes The Summer by The Undertones. It feels like it, too, sat here by the pagoda in Battersea Park, looking out across the Thames, enjoying the break in the weather. I’ve missed lunch by the river, especially this one.
Battersea suits me. Power station behind me, water in front. There’s energy here. Haven’t felt this good in months. When I can put my hand to the charger, I’ll brinq the camera out here and share the views with you.

I spent most of my weekend working on Andrew’s computer. After extended fighting, I admitted defeat on ressurecting his old 98 installation, and (after more extended fighting) in the end would up installing 2000 on his machine, which is running again, with no serious loss of data. On the one hand, result! On the other, I don’t feel like I’ve had a weekend. I spent most of Saturday afternoon/evening, and all of Sunday doing tech support. Right now, I am tired, and for no reason I can adequately fathom, my lower back is utter agony. Welcome to Monday.

Have been fighting with Andrew’s computer most of the afternoon. Neither side is winning or loosing – I appear to be keeping it from complete death, but it still won’t work useably. But I’m not out of ideas yet. Regardless of outcome, I shall be advising a rigourous backing up as soon as possible, and then a re-format and re-equip as it is a badly unhappy machine. Must leave to see Fin soon. Will continue battle tomorrow.

I’m sure I don’t rember the Wizard of Oz being anything like this.