Inflexual

I was feeling a bit down recently. People have referred to me in the past as being 'asexual', and, to a point, I agree with them.

"On second thoughts, let's not call it being 'asexual'. That feels a wee bit pretentious. 'Celibate' will do. I can still see the appeal of emptying one's grubby little speed bag, I'm just lost on why it's so important that you catch the residue in another person's organic waste paper basket.

But having made the decision to not pursue any of this sex business anymore I've discovered a strange new world I never knew existed.

It's like I've eaten spam a few times from a few popular brands and in a few serving suggestions, and found I'm not really keen on spam, 'cos it's salty and slimy and looks like something you might find in the alien queen's litter box. But I've found myself in a world that's completely obsessed with spam. People spend their entire lives in pursuit of spam. Every single advert on TV sells their product by placing it alongside spam. Movies have to work in at least one spam scene to reach the broadest audience. People break up and get divorced because they don't exchange enough spam. Soldiers are given time out to go have some spam. Low-risk prisoners are given spam visiting rights. People die for spam. Entire economies have been based around spam. Selling spam is the world's oldest profession. The lack of spam has been linked to mental disorders. The only thing getting teenagers through difficult puberty is the thought of one day getting to have spam of their very own.

And when I explain to people that I'm not that into spam they tell me I must be some kind of hopeless cissy girl, or that I just haven't found the right spam yet. It feels like when a theist says "I'll pray for you." Or when a parent of some hideous mewling womb dropping says "You'll understand when you have one of your own." Quite infuriating. It's just tinned meat, guys.

But on the other hand, as a white middle-class anglo-saxon male between the ages of 18 and 35, it's fun to be in a minority for once. Finally I've got my very own thing I can get offended at. This must be why gay chaps always seem to be having such a good time." -Yahtzee

Yeah. That pretty much sums things up.

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And So It Begins

Once again I fail dismally at charming girls in a nightclub. Then again, its not as if they can hear me.

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New Composition

I just posted a new composition at my composery blog. Go here to see.

New posts on Dorian West are also coming, its just takes a bit of time.

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Houses

I have finally moved into my Home away from Home. Well, technically I did on Sunday, but due to internet reasons and unpacking etc. I have only just managed to post.

I like my room, even though its small its cosy. In fact, I got a flickr account, and they're all there. Here is the link.

I quite like flickr. After comparing it to the mighty Photobucket, I decided I liked flickr better, with it's considerably cleaner interface, it feels nicer to upload, edit and view photos on flickr than on Photobucket.

I think I'm slightly delerious from this awful cold I have. I shall now endeavour to sleep.

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Busy

As the title suggests, I have been a little busy, which given my choice of degree, can only be a good thing.

I have been composing rather more than is usual of late, as readers of my composer's blog will know, as well as beginning to record some more Audiofictions. In fact, Episode 101 was recently released, and was a collaboration between Jessie (a fellow Mermuggle) and myself. I think it turned out rather well, and next time we'll probably try recording with three of us; not quite a radio drama, but more of a 'group' podcast.

I also have my practical Driving test on Wednesday, so I've been practicing for that recently, and hoping to god I don't cock up something terrible. £62 riding on that.

When did everything get so bloody expensive? Damned inflation.

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27th August 2009

Well, my bike got stolen today. Bloody typical. The one day I come to Birmingham, this happens. I mean it was a pretty old bike, a bit scuffed up, but still.

I still have the seat. Ah well.


For a while now, I've been wanting to emigrate to Australia after I finish my studies at Birmingham. While I still want to emigrate, I'm not sure I want to go to Australia any more.

Don't get my wrong, Australia would have been a great place to live, and still would be. But the red tape. There is so much hassle in making sure you're fit to live there, that you're not going to upset the economy/ecology, making sure your job is suitable, it seems so much paperwork and hassle, coming from somewhere where that is the norm.

I am leaning towards visiting New York in the coming years, maybe for a week or two, because ideally, in my ultimate fantasy, I would live there and compose. I don't know why, but New York attracts me with a sort of allure that I don't get with other places.

And most of all, I would be living there because I wanted to.

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Updates

Hey, there's finally an update on the Musicians Webseries Blog. Admittedly its only Episode titles, but its something, right?

Right?

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