Mandi was up early to climb
aboard the time-and-a-half train this morning, and I had intended to get out of
bed at ten o’clock and get some work done (I’m self-employed so no extra
weekend pay for me, I do it for love) then doing some household chores before
inviting some friends round to discuss a comedy project. This plan went a
little askew as I didn’t wake up until eleven thanks to the ease of the snooze
button. I had a sluggish morning following that, and decided to have a bacon
sandwich and a cup of tea to wake myself up. My intention to get some work done
wasn’t a success; I had actually wanted to catch up on my new album review blog
having only done two so far, and possibly start to wade through my collection
of demo/promo CD collection for a podcast idea. There are two new albums to
review, and I had wanted to do a retrospective write-up of an album from my
collection at the weekend but I just haven’t had the time. To be honest I am
starting to feel the pressure of the year building up around me already, and we’re
only in February so fuck knows how I’ll be feeling later in the year, like
March for example.
The reason for my lack of
success was turning on the television to listen to the radio (if you’re reading
this in the past, we can do technological bewilderments like this nowadays),
and finding out that Channel Four were showing a couple of episodes of The Simpsons. They were the really old episodes with shoddy
animation, strange colourisation, and Homer Simpson having a different voice
(although fact fans, it has always been the voice of Dan Casellaneta), that I
have seen a million times before. Channel Four have disrespected the series
since buying the broadcast rights, so it isn’t unuasual to watch an ancient
episode, so it annoys me that despite this, I still watch. Is there some
subliminal message within The Simpsons
that draws the powerless viewer in?
I was messaged with a postponement
to our comedy meeting, so I took Jack over the park with his ball for what
turned out to be an hour and a half. It’s great having this much time to spend
playing with my dog, and time just disappeared from us. The amount of pleasure
he gets simply by chasing a ball and bringing it back makes me wish that we
humans were as easy to impress, especially as you can take a short break from
ball fetching to have a roll around in the grass. Not only is it unacceptable
for me to behave in such a way, I also have to wait until I return home to go
to the toilet.
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