Hello again dear reader,
To blog, or not to blog? That is the question. Whether tis best to STFU, or to prattle on, ensnaring the zeroes and ones of Google’s storage…..
Shall we go with blog then?
Larks, it doesn’t seem long since I was last here, bashing away at the keys, hoping that some semblance of wit and order would descend. So, I have, as you may have gathered from the last post and MS Paint epic, been away. Not, ‘been away’ as in Her Majesty’s Pleasure (Ed: for our American readers – in jail!), nor locking away in the funny farm either. Although, Lord knows that can’t be far away. 🙂
No, holiday it was and a family one at that. Two glorious weeks of lazing around, letting the kids play in the sand/pool/sea, eating far too much (oops) and savouring that moment of switching my mobile to off when I left the office.
I could show you a few snaps of the holiday destination, but having sat through a few slideshows – as in, in the 70s, where folk actually had slides, I won’t. 🙂 I guess I could have taken a few shows of the fashion faux pas that occurred while I was away. Not, by me, of course. No, I always dress well*….. STOP THAT LAUGHING AT THE BACK! 🙂 [ * caution: ironic statement ]
I think the highlights of the fashion parade were the neon elasticuff cropped harem pants (yes, really) and the stripey 70s jump suit. The latter sported by a young mum who had a lovely figure, only to be swamped by the living test card that made your eyes go funny as she walked by.
Then there was the lady of advancing years (only 50 I think), who had had her boobs done. Not in a dodgy way, but they were way to perky to be real. How does that work? When your gran has more gravity defying boobage that her teenage granddaughter 🙂 [ No, I didn’t stare, this was from a ping from the old trans radar of there is a disturbance in the Force…. ]
Still, what would I know? A tubby bloke in camo shorts and a series of surf t-shirts…. or as I like to call it, the New Dad Wardrobe. 🙂 Mind you, I did manage a tan this time around and just being able to enjoy the world – without requiring an extra thick coat & hat – has been very nice.
But, tongue in cheek bitchiness aside, it was a wonderful time and although the weather dipped towards the end of the holiday, that didn’t detract. The journey there (and back) went well. Indeed, I rather relished the journey between landing and arriving at the little villa. To travel in hope and all that.
With the children amused (and a wary eye provided by the family), I was able to catch up on a bit of reading. Well, re-reading. Since hearing of Mr Banks’ sad news about his health, I thought I’d have a go at re-reading some of his (very good) Culture novels. I managed three before running out of time and (legal) downloads. Putting a trans spin on this paragraph…. okay, a little background on the sci-fi series. Firstly, it is set in a society and technological setting that massively ahead of our own (although, that’s not doing the setting justice. I strongly urge you to read them if you get chance. It’s not about tech, it’s about people and history).
Where was I? Oh yes, trans. Yes, many of the Culture people are able to a) live for a very long time and b) change their birth sex if they wish. (Update as per comment). Although an organism that can do that, I wonder if the idea of male/female is accurate anymore. Well, you can imagine that my mind snapped on to that little fact. The effect is mentioned a few times – mostly in passing – rather than dwelling on a person’s change per se. Oh and it’s not a cosmetic shift either, a person can change and produce/sire children too. Oh and change back (after a time). So, a society that lives for pleasurable pursuits, does not require money, is practically immortal and can shift should they feel like it (oh and no-one cares if you do). I’ll have some of that in another life, please 🙂 Other than sci-fi, I read a few Steampunk novellas – after a work-mate suggested them – and enjoyed those.
Truth be told, I’ve tried my hand a short stories a few times, but I’ve not really got anywhere with them. Got anywhere, as in making some money out of them. I guess I’ve got to keep on trying. Mind you, it’s not the money, it’s more that I enjoy doing it. A bit like this blog I suppose. Sure, hearing from people is great, but I think I’d carry on typing for myself as much as anyone else. With the Steampunk stuff in my head, I’ve a few ideas on what I could do. It is a question of making myself sit down and actually writing things…..much in the same way I’ve had to make myself stop reading Facebook, looking a desktop wallpapers, etc.
In other news, it’s Chameleons this coming week, so something to look forward to. Oh, and I’ve got to go back to work. Still, it pays the bills.
[ Today’s lyric: Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode ]