This week is being spent locked away in the confines of my room in front of an editing program as, this Easter being the third anniversary of the shoot, it probably is about time I finished off editing our feature film. So I'm immersed in Adobe Premiere Pro CS3 and adjusting audio levels and adding voice overs and creating whizzy transitions and other funky editing stuff to make it look all snazzy and stuff and, as such, my blog inspiration (yes, or blogspiration, if you will) is sorely lacking. Hence getting some overly long random old tat that was lying around my PC yesterday.
I've tried looking through the notebook for inspiration. Nah, don't feel like writing about any of those. Just not in the mood. They can stay on the list for a little while longer.
So is there anything around me to inspire blogginess? Hmmm, let's have a squint. Lots of clean clothes and a surprising lack of dirty ones. Time off, you see. No excuse for not blitzing the washing. Still, this does not make for the stuff of which mighty blogs are wrought. Try again, keep looking.
Pile of comics on the bedside table. That's pretty standard and I'm reasonably sure that everyone is sick to the back teeth of me twatting on about comics (with the possible exception of The Russell). Besides, there's not much more to say about that other than "I have a stack of comics next to my bed which needs reading." * Keep going.
Well, there are books. Many, many books. Shelves and shelves and shelves of books. Looking at it now, I begin to realise that it's a ridiculous amount of books. I mean, each of the shelves is double-stacked and it's also at the point where more books are now squeezed into that gap between the top of the books and the shelf above. Good grief, that's a lot of books. And it's not even all of them - Ma and Pa have still got a few shelves worth that I haven't squeezed in yet.
Have I read them all? No, not even close. Probably just over half to two thirds but there are still so many left to be read. Why keep buying them then? I can't help it. I see a book that looks interesting, I'll buy it. In fairness, I am always reading. My daily commute is spent immersed in a book (well, I'm not gonna talk to any of those other bastards, am I? We already established this one). But I won't wait until I've finished the books I've got before getting new ones, oh no. Must have more.
I should stop buying them until I've read what I've got, I know that. But it's not a habit I'm likely to break now. It may even be genetic. Ma's a book fiend and lives with Pa in World Of Books (And Other Assorted Miscellany).
I guess ultimately I don't want to fight it. I love books, I love having books and long may that continue.
Hmmm, I guess I did have something to write about today after all. Who'd've thunk?
* In case anyone was wondering, it's Gotham Central, a Batman comic without Batman in it and very fine it is too.