The ants go marching four by four...

CHAPTER 30

Chap Books - Biscuit Books - Stream that is not a stream - Still Streaming - Book Books- And we wrap it up in a vague manner

And then there was continuity...
"None of that... or any of the others!" (Dylan Moran as Bernard Black in Black Books) And on with the show. My lips have been getting dryer and have started splitting, which is not pleasant at all. I need a chap stick or something, but unfortunately with all the moving of house things have been getting a little crazy and I haven't been able to actually go anywhere or do anything.

Buscuit and I have recently hit on an idea. It is this: We shall attempt to write, publish and perform a play. Sounds good? Yes, yes it is. It is something that, like most things I do, shall be slowly worked on and hopefully will then end up completed. I would ultimately like to take some of the funnier segments from different episodes and insert them between the main story plots of one or two episodes. Probably gonna focus on season 1&2, maybe 3.

After that semi-stream-of-conciousness post the other night, I decided to create a web site. I merely mention the streaming thingy because that is what the site seems to be at the moment. A sillier, less mobile version of all that stuff I lock away in a daark cupboard of my mind while I venture beyond the borders of my bedroom. If you desperately wish to be infatuated with my site, view it here. I call it 'semi' stream of conciousness because i was aware of what I was writing. I just did this thing whereby my brain is working but is almost streaming thought in a constant... well, stream. It is like being slightly drunk, you are aware of what is happening but don't really seem or feel part of it, like you are sitting behind your eyes watching someone else steer. Your mind and your vision are seperate. It is like that. I was writing what came into my head and focusing somewhat abstractly on it. It is quite fun to do and enables you to write in bizzare asides and tangents you otherwise would not follow. For those of you who know me, I was ultimately writing somewhat similar to the way I talk :P especially if i'm having one of those "Random" days.

After decending into the depths of my could-be-concious mind, I have found it somewhat invigorating to rediscover the ability to create beautiful pieces of random verbal distraction. The kind of posts that mean nothing but are a joy to write and a bizzare thing to read. The are like a written version of the randomness expressed in such things as Flushed Away, The Mighty Boosh, and that crazy french/spanish star-treck take off movie with Shpoky in it that me and Glenn watched one night. God that was wierd. It's that random yet wierd that can be funny because of it's strangeness and somewhat right-field approach to reality and life.

I have unfortunately, my dears, forgotten everything that I was originally going to write. This is mainly because partly through a paragraph several paragraphs ago the computer I was using died (due to me streaming from youtube the Don't Hold Back song) and this made me lose some of the writing, lose the place, the point and the plot. But do not despair, for I saw Glenn the other day and his hair is all better now.

As you may or may not be able to tell, my writing has become exceptionally disjointed. I can't think right, mainly because I actually have to concentrate on other stuff and so can't really focus on this. But things will right themselves soon. I shall re-read this and see if I can remember my point.

Nope... Oh, and on another random side note, i've started work on my novel again. And on my brother/mine conjoined novel. yay!

Unfortunately for me, as I wished to continue blathering unnaturaly, things have come to a head here, as it were. I must finish 'work' and go home and in doing so must finish 'blogging'. Oh well. I shall cease and desist my dears and see you when I see you.

PS - The picture is the same as last time... I had a pic but that was on the other comp, and this one doesn't have any at all! Oh well....