[This is the first post of the Restart Twice Blog]
Odd, it is, that I start this blog on April fool’s day. Rather fitting, I suppose.
You would suppose that, with a war on just a few hundred miles away, I’d have something to say about it, but I don’t. It seems even less interesting than the last one; at least back then I had little plastic toy soldiers. Back then I could pretend that, GI Joe style, all the good men with the red lasers were going to go in and do that thing they did with all the evil men with blue lasers, the thing where they shoot but don’t kill anyone.
Nobody dies in GI Joe. Well, unless the plot expressly demands it, and even then it’s usually due to some horribly vague internal disease.
Not sure which world I prefer…
This blog was started expressly because I didn’t like the last one; it was full of long gaps, lots of unfinished things I’d rather not be reminded of, and in general made me sound pretty inept.
I need a restart. Again. Hence the title. This will serve as the (hopefully) daily repository of my thoughts, my deeds, my renowned sex-life. You know.
I’ll editorialise. A lot. I won’t use profanity, not the regular variety at least, because regular profanity is tedious.
And I will end every column with one of these, to summarise what I did in the day that I consider soemthing worthwhile. If I don’t do anything, the following will say “nil” and I’ll feel very bad about myself for being a lazy petri-dish swilling yak herder and bingo impressario.
There, I told you; profanity, but not the usual stuff. And that’s it for today.
Thumbnailed a few letterhead things for Dolly’s Portfolio
Character Sketches for the way overdue Spyder Birthday Present (I’m still not sure what to do)
Put together a pizza.
Made a fine desert of cake, banana, peaches and vanilla ice-cream. In retrospect, it weighed more than the pizza.
Star Trek, TOS, The Corbomite Maneuver (Clint Howard!!!)
Sandman comics (something about cats; pretty good)
Diamonds Are Forever (“Hi, I’m Plenty.” “But of course you are”)
Conundrum of the Day:
What on earth am I going to cook for lunch tomorrow?