54 - Now my advice for those who die. Declare the pennies on your eyes
When I arrived at work tonight my empoyer had left me my end of year tax info for me. By now, my faithful forty, you should know me as an inmaterialstic non-snob [as well as a lazy drunk wannabe writer] but I really don't know if I can bring myself to open the tax return. It will, to me at least, be a hugely damning representation of where I am at this moment in my life. Not a hungry author, who has a little job in hotel for some beer money, but as a lazy twat who can't be bothered to write, and is wasting the best years his life. I do realise its not all bad, my life is relatively stress free, when I leave work I can switch off, even while at work I'm only about 25% tuned in. There are some good peoples here who I have a laugh with, and of course I am no longer living in hotels, travelling thousands of miles each week, looking and feeling grey in various government meeting rooms across the world, and I honestly do not miss the money. I just wish I could fucking write. I don't want to say I'm suffering from writers block, its more like editing/administration block. Either way its fucked up. Ramble over, onto lighter subjects, jokes about disabled people, films about child abduction and death by poisoning.
Morals & Ethics...and Gollum. Is it wrong to make jokes about disabled people? I don't mean to there faces with nasty intent, or even when they're in ear shot, but I mean to an audience you know can take it? I think not, I think to make people laugh, anything goes. And yet...guess what, I managed to offend a fellow passenger on the bus yesterday morning, who must have been fucking eavesdropping. I saw one of the wobbly type mentals, you know the sort with one arm too long and one leg too short, and the manuverability of a clothes horse, all I said was that he shouldn't be drinking so early in the morning, and a fellow behind me tutted [tutting should be a fucking hanging offense anyway, whats the point??], I nearly defended myself, but I thought fuck it, just another cunty Daily Mail reader. I should have known better, I once worked with a short bloke who had some debilitating skin thin going on, anyway - and this, you will agree is not my fault as I thought he had left for the day - I started doing some skits about him looking like Gollum, doing some impressions, perhaps I even did a little "My Precious" dance thinking back, after abut 10 mins I was getting no where, not one laugh from anyone in the office, then I realised the little crinkly fucker was still at his desk just slunk down behind his computer, tears streaming down his face. It still makes me feel a bit queasy now thinking about it.
Next on my list, is a quick re-blog and mention about a couple of films I watched early in the week I don't think I appreciated them or talked about them as much as they deserved. Firstly, Into the Wild, again I've got to compliment it on its amazingly beautiful scenery, its score, the serenity it offered in places, and the sadness it generated. A lovely moving film looking at society, and escapism and being different but happy - and remembering it is a true story makes my spine itch. Secondly Gone, Baby, Gone. Dark and sour, a real gripping thriller which offered redemption, until it cracks you a swift punch in the balls, which actually left me angry for a few good few hours afterwards. Until I realised that if I had of got the happy ending I wanted, would I even be thinking about he film after a couples of hours after it finished. So two hidden gems, with sad endings, which worked 100%
Got more to say today for a change, but I'm tired and I've a new episode of La La Land to watch. So you will have to wait to hear about scratch cards and bus-passes, and how my chilli's are doing. Catch ya.
Nathan
Morals & Ethics...and Gollum. Is it wrong to make jokes about disabled people? I don't mean to there faces with nasty intent, or even when they're in ear shot, but I mean to an audience you know can take it? I think not, I think to make people laugh, anything goes. And yet...guess what, I managed to offend a fellow passenger on the bus yesterday morning, who must have been fucking eavesdropping. I saw one of the wobbly type mentals, you know the sort with one arm too long and one leg too short, and the manuverability of a clothes horse, all I said was that he shouldn't be drinking so early in the morning, and a fellow behind me tutted [tutting should be a fucking hanging offense anyway, whats the point??], I nearly defended myself, but I thought fuck it, just another cunty Daily Mail reader. I should have known better, I once worked with a short bloke who had some debilitating skin thin going on, anyway - and this, you will agree is not my fault as I thought he had left for the day - I started doing some skits about him looking like Gollum, doing some impressions, perhaps I even did a little "My Precious" dance thinking back, after abut 10 mins I was getting no where, not one laugh from anyone in the office, then I realised the little crinkly fucker was still at his desk just slunk down behind his computer, tears streaming down his face. It still makes me feel a bit queasy now thinking about it.
Next on my list, is a quick re-blog and mention about a couple of films I watched early in the week I don't think I appreciated them or talked about them as much as they deserved. Firstly, Into the Wild, again I've got to compliment it on its amazingly beautiful scenery, its score, the serenity it offered in places, and the sadness it generated. A lovely moving film looking at society, and escapism and being different but happy - and remembering it is a true story makes my spine itch. Secondly Gone, Baby, Gone. Dark and sour, a real gripping thriller which offered redemption, until it cracks you a swift punch in the balls, which actually left me angry for a few good few hours afterwards. Until I realised that if I had of got the happy ending I wanted, would I even be thinking about he film after a couples of hours after it finished. So two hidden gems, with sad endings, which worked 100%
Got more to say today for a change, but I'm tired and I've a new episode of La La Land to watch. So you will have to wait to hear about scratch cards and bus-passes, and how my chilli's are doing. Catch ya.
Nathan
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