Three - it's a magic number.

Over a seven-year period the human body regenerates every single one of its cells. Biologically, this is awesome. Not perfect - the cells don't get younger and better, they get slightly wonky and old and grey and stuff - but pretty awesome nonetheless. Philosophically, it means we are different humans from the ones we were seven years ago.

In January 2003 I was 29, overweight, lost at sea and studying Computer Science. That is also when I started this blog. At various times it's been an outlet, a whinge post and a vat of self-pity. Sometimes I've had good news to report, other times not. Since I started this blog I've gone from:
- wannabe programmer to
- bored literary genius in the English department to
- enthused amateur actor to
- drama student in England to
- 'professional actor' (i.e. semi-unemployed and chasing a dream) to
- almost-full-time-teacher and much-closer-to-professional comedian to
- semi-retired comedian and promising almost-young author.
Looking at it now that's nearly one direction change per year. Not half bad, that.

However, the times they are a-changing. And so I would like to point you towards the third and final of my July projects. I've finished the manuscript; I've sent in the essay - and now I've also completed the homepage*. This will most likely mean that I will stop posting whingey rambles on this page. I will keep an eye out for my strange and wonderful internet friends - the delightfully furious deathboy, the painfully erudite badbookworm, the rampaging kellinator, rskdf the Ninja Linguist (possibly Ninguist) and all the rest of youse - and I hope you pop over to my homepage**, leave comments and generally poke about in a pleased and pleasant fashion.

So long, Livejournal. It's been very good indeed.

* And no, I didn't. It's a wordpress page that I've tweaked and banged into submission with the help of Viðar Másson and Jón Hnefill Jakobsson.
** where I'll party like it's 1999. I feel embarrassingly good/settled/grown up about this.
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    accomplished accomplished

Much to my surprise

and against most logical predictions I've actually gotten stuff done this July.

Most notably my manuscript - fully proofread, tuned and tweaked and off to be looked at by real professionals what publish books and that.

Significantly, I've also finished the first draft of a BA thesis which did not weigh in at more than 25 pages - but the appendixes made up a further 540ish (no joke) so I figure they won't mark me down too hard on length.

I'm a bit stuck on the third project through no fault of my own. This will hopefully come good this week - but that's not crucial. Work, as they say, is ongoing.

It's all shaping up rather nicely for my beloved brother to arrive from Spain and spend a couple of days loafing about, seeing comedy, possibly some theatre and generally being smart'n clever'n shit. I am tentatively calling that my 'vacation'.

Oh, and it seems I'm going to Japan in late September with the Lady. This still blows my mind and seems only moderately real, but there you go. I shall update later.
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    accomplished accomplished

I have a few choice words.

I'm unemployed.

Okay, it's supposed to be a 'vacation', I've got 'plans' and I'm technically doing and finishing 'stuff' but that's all fairly dreamy and hope-y and nothing to hang the old hat on, as it were. The long and the short of it? I'm not working. What I *am* doing, though, is looking for a job. I say that; I'm on various job sites, they send me emails, I scan the emails and apply for anything I might be remotely qualified for doing.

Apparently, the 'current climate' is such that this puts me in the select position of being one of 270 people applying for every single position on the job market. Yay. The end result of this? 100+ jobs applied for, 4 interviews, no callbacks, no job.

It's vitriol time. Why? Because it's Collapse )
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    enraged venting

Off I go

To the Café of Writing Writingness.

Only - this time it's with a twist!

I - shall be trying - a NEW café.

I'll give you some time to stand back up, shall I?

In the meantime, I'm off. The temptations of the Internet are too copious. In the words of the master:

"As the siren tears the night in half, someone lost his wallet -
arh - surveillance of assailance, if that's what you wanna call it."
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    Tom Waits - Small Change

Signed, sealed, delivered

Right - Swords of Good Men has now left the building in two directions with what shape up to be final corrections. That thing will now not be touched* for a while. Work on thesis resumes tomorrow; ship-out date to instructor should be roughly 'this week'. At which time it's time for me to continue the Supar Sekrit Project and then also write stuff. **

*unless you're a publisher and you're waving money. Or asking super-nicely.
** I may have said most of this in the previous entry.
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    sleepy sleepy

Hang is being gotten.

For a given value of 'down', two are down with one to go. This is better than I hoped for mid-July. The way this is going I'm positioning myself to be able to take a summer holiday when my beloved brother pops'is hairy head 'round for the start of August, write like a whirling dervish for most of August (oh, I have a few ideas kicking about) and go into the autumn with gusto.

The two that are 'down' are:
1) The Swords manuscript. Reader comments have been incorporated; it is now sitting on my parents' desk waiting to be sanity-checked before it gets bounced off to the agent.
2) BA Thesis. First draft finished today; I'm leaving it over the weekend before starting a bit of revision, then the blessed thing will be sent off to my instructor. Note a pattern here: Snorri finishes things and sends them off. This is quite clever, because it means that while I'm waiting for people I'm also finishing things. Took me a while to work that one out.

The one that isn't... isn't, and will remain anonymous until it's time for it not to be.

To celebrate I'm roasting chicken, and will be experimenting with sauce to go alongside it.
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    good good

So it's a kind of cross between....

In my fledgling Twittery, I saw one by Neil Gaiman where he said he'd found out he wrote like Stephen King and J.R.R. Tolkien by putting in two chunks of his writing into this website. Could I resist? Of course not.

Apparently, I write like Dan Brown, Rudyard Kipling and H.P. Lovecraft.

While this amused me a couple of minutes ago, now I'm thinking "...bloody hell! I'd so read that!".

In related news, my last dream before waking up was of being a teacher losing control of a class, then rushing into it to find it was being set to rights by Captain Kirk and Spock doing a lecture on the origin of the species. Oh, and I was Indiana Jones.

The rest of the day will be spent trying to figure out what other dog-and-pony tricks I can make my brain perform.
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    amused amused

That'll do, pig. That'll do.

Yep - I tightened it up all right. The project what I'd been struggling with went from 70% to 92% finished, for a given value of finished. It's amazing how work can bog you down and how actually doing it is so endlessly better than running from it. So now I'm a bit more relaxed and within more of a shout of finishing my self-imposed deadlines for July, which makes me much more agreeable. There's still work to be done, but it's progressing.
We like progressing.
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    Suzanne Vega - Luka

Time to find a big red button and hit it.

Here's my problem.

Through hard work and sometimes a fairly ludicrous workload I've saved up enough money to actually be able to afford being unemployed for two months. Some people call this a 'vacation'. This means that for July and August I am technically my own boss.

The good: I've actually gotten a little bit done on the three projects I've set myself. I watched and enjoyed the World Cup. I've had friends over for food and generally enjoyed being a man of leisure.
The bad: I've not managed to summon up the energy to exercise as I wanted/intended, and I've played way too much World of Warcraft.
The ugly: I've spent whole days sitting down and found it bloody hard to get to bed at a sensible hour when The Lady is off touring*. Also, it's 10:14 at the time of writing and I'm still in my dressing gown.

I reckon it's about time to firm this up somewhat.

* I kid you not - this just occurred to me: maybe those two things are connected? I am an idiot.
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