Start music... Ben Lee again. This time he is Breathing Tornados. I can't see that as a very safe thing to be doing.
Aaargh! *swaps to "good" headphones* Much better let's start that again.
Today has been strange; the old juice of creativity is sloshing around in a listless kind of fashion. It wants to do something, create brilliant... whatever. So between the household tasks I have drawn, played, sang and now written. I have decided that even if it doesn’t serve any artistic purpose and will never make me any money, writing here still counts towards my desire to "write". Let’s face it, I can embellish the truth, fly upon the horse of fancy and if all else fails it isn’t hurting my words per minute so it's technically helping me get a job.
Getting a job. I am somewhat ambivalent when it comes to this topic. I am not getting any younger and as every year passes I get less and less employable. However at the same time my health stays obstinately at the same level of, whatever... The employment consultants reckon working in a call centre is my best bet but the idea of that is rather uninspiring. Hence my desire to do something, anything, creative.
So we went and saw Sky High last night. My choice, I had been kind of depressed during the day and I felt like watching something fluffy. It was exactly what I expected it to be. Mildly amusing and entirely predictable. I have always liked Disney movies, they never ask too much of you and as long as you don't ask too much of them then you are never disappointed. Sky High is Disney's answer to all the superhero movies gracing the silver screen lately.
If however you want more than to just be amused I advise you get your arse out and see Wallace and Grommit Curse of the Were Rabbit. Awesome funny movie that anyone can get a laugh out of. Bright eyes... burning like fire... heh heh I get it now. Cracking movie.
So here’s some advice that all should heed. Whatever you do, don’t go back and read anything you may have written in your early youth. It’s depressing. When I was more chronologically challenged I had the bad habit of writing songs. I had the mixed fortune of discovering some of them when I pulled out my guitar and bag of music today. Needless to say they are bad. They are all happy sounding and could fit easily among the rest of the crap your local commercial radio station plays and merely be considered not good. Then again maybe not. But they all have an underlying message, and most of the time that message is depressing.
Someday I may come across the tapes of an even younger version of my self singing silly songs about how great life is when your best mate is just cotton and fluff. Songs from a time when your health is something that your mother worries about and depression is a much bigger word than cat. Will that be depressing? Or amusing?
When you go out to a Chinese restaurant for your sister in-laws birthday and your brain informs you that the round about in the middle of the table is called a Crazy Mary. Don’t believe it. However if such a thing does happen to you and as the meal progresses your mind updates its opinion to Lazy Mary … no that’s not right SUSAN!! Lazy Susan! Take my advice, don’t share this thought process with those around you. Much mockery will ensue. Much safer to just stick with good old Crazy Mary.