Memento – this will be one of the quiet films of the year, slowly building to be a classic, similar to the way Usual Suspects did it. Can’t wait for this movie, and if you have Flash installed you gotta visit the website… very clever.
Year: 2001
Laughingly down
Nuts. I had planned to follow my carefully planned and thought out ‘to do’ list this week. It’s only Monday and I’m already behind. Bummer.
Still the sound of C’s laughter is cheering me up no end – you know the type, infectious and makes everyone smile.
Slightly concerned about a friend’s well-being at the moment, I’ve offered her support, just hope it’s not too serious and can be solved. Begrudingly paid my gas bill today. I’m hatching a scheme to try and get them back, but keep getting Bottom-esque exploits with gas pipes popping into my head – for those who don’t know (and I had really better explain) Bottom is a ‘sitcom’ by Rik Mayall and Ade Edmondson which is … well sitcom isn’t really the word – anarchic comedy based around gratuitous violence and sex might be a better description… or it might not…
Weekender
Monday morning… aww crap it’s afternoon already.
Very quiet, lazy weekend. Highlight was actually leaving the house to go to the supermarket. Low point of weekend was 3 (versus 43). So far none of the English guys in our office have said anything, so far.
Funny how at this point in the week the deadlines (which include end of day today) seem so far off, next thing I know it will be Friday and I’ll be rushing about like an idiot. Mind you if I could actually get the opportunity to plan what I do instead of react to others… well we can all dream.
Simple things
six says… – I’ve had similar experiences. There is SomeTHiNG awesome about the simplest thing, I know it sounds crappy but that moment in American Beauty captured it perfectly. Such a simple thing, a plastic bag, blowing around in the wind. Utterly compelling, deeply moving, all you can do is watch spellbound. Ohh and go six on the contract thing! You ARE the man!, maybe you should adopt that as a mantra in times of need…
Chilly Gas
Cold. So very cold. -9 C here when I got into work (maybe I should wait for the sun to come up?).
Currently embroiled in a phone war with British Gas. My point being that they offer the facility to change the payment date of your gas bill, but when you give them the date you will pay it on, and that date is only 1 week beyond the bill statement, they say – OK, but I should advise you that you will receive a disconnection note, and will be disconnected before that date. EH!!!??!! 1 lousy week. I can’t imagine that our lowly gas bill is so urgent that we are demanding of this attention, or that it is going to hold back their 3rd quarter earnings. This is all frustrating and disappointing, as we have spent a large part of last year re-structure, re-organizing and generally scrambling our way through the financial year.
And now it’s sooo cold. Heating on full bung. Can’t wait for the next gas bill.
Dreaming
This is the most vivid dream I have ever had, yet it doesn’t deal with an every day scenario, I wrote this as soon as I woke for fear of losing the images it gave me.
Tumbling, passing over shapes and forms, passing identities shard and splinter before allowing recognition. Only the faintest glimmer of the form remains. Never sure how it is, where it goes, nor when to return. I move on unguided.
Fear is present but lurking far off, the dark light on the horizon. An impending battle never reached. Hope moves me forward, ever stronger, cushioning my movement. Outcrops of anger, jealousy, despair cannot affect my progress. I move on beyond the temporary to the fulfillment of a long journey.
A pause.
The clouds lazily meander across the sky around me, past the water and smoke to the sound of laughter. Gazing into my hands the forms continue, hinting at themselves, revealing all of nothing.
Darkness shatters into view, pirouetting sound fills the air, rising on the movement beneath it. Writhing noise, pervading every sense, surrounds me. Prone, I move amongst, conducting the movement.
Eyes closed, I can see where it is going, the path is dimly lit, but evident. Direction unsure but obvious.
And so to the stark realm of reality. Direction ceasing, stumbling. The flittering thoughts return, and I dream of dreams.