Quickie: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

The Good...
Just mere moments ago, I finally came up with an ending to my short story, and I think it really kicks ass. All I have to do is to get the middle-to-last third started/finished to a standard that really sets the scene and builds up to the finale! Also, I was offered that job at SH marketing...

...the Bad
...Which I quickly declined! Door to door sales, with salary based (completely) on performance - i.e. how many sales I make. I have no experience in this so I'd probably make little-to-no money, and I just didn't think it would be worth the bother! So I'm still looking!

And the Ugly

It's here! It's finally here!

I finally managed to get my graduation photo's up. There's not a lot as I'm still waiting for a few of my mates to send me the ones they took (mostly group ones too!) So I will post them as and when I have them. For now, however, enjoy my mug!

My tutor and I. He's been a cool guy, helped us all out of a few scrapes and I owe him a lot!

Mother, me and my "wishes he wasn't there - untidy" Brother

Me and my Mum!

Me

Er, me again!

Be kind!!

Much love,


R. U

Update and Lost Countdown added!

Hey ho,

Well I've not posted for a bit and I am behind on a few things blog-related. My final game of E3 should be up before the weekend is over. I think I may put the Lost rewatch on hold for a week or so. Also, in other news, I have been writing a short story - you may remember me having a moan about my creative process during a Midnight Reflection at 2:51am. My short story, aptly named Man, covers the, somewhat mundane life of Frick, a lower class factory worker. Set in an unspecified time in the future, we see what man has become, and during the story uncover specific parts of Man, and how we, as a race, have changed. The following is from the opening chapter, which focuses on Man... and his daily routine:

...and his daily routine
"Is anyone alive in there?!" He shouted. But he was not heard, or at least he was not received; Work had become such an impossibly repetitive routine over the, Frick thought, endless years. The factory itself seemed to go on forever, both vertically and horizontally, like it's line of various items which resembled pretty much nothing at all at this stage of production, but promised to be put to efficient use by the time the various items had reached the external sector of the factory. Frick, currently in his late 30s, medium height, medium build, and unshaven had always described himself as being 'built perfectly for the job' - which was both a fair estimate, a true reflection of himself as a man, and a statement of irony; working the factories did not require any special abilities or a specific body type as say, Bin Beatles do - named so after the Dung beetle for the way at which it would push its huge mound of waste around. Frick was currently wearing the factories brown-shaded overalls, and brown-shaded gloves.

"Hey, you!!" The shout came again. Snapping back into reality, Frick feverishly began checking the various items that had arrived at his sector of the assembly line, picking out those which he instinctively recognized as being "null" and placing them in the nearby bin which would, sooner or later, be taken to another factory. At this new factory, the bins contents would be emptied onto an almost identical conveyor belt, where people, not unlike Frick, would sort through the somewhat random trash, locating those items that were relevant to that particular factory, and discarding those which were not. This would repeat forever if needs be, or at least until the bin was empty.

Well if you manage to stumble across this blog, give it a read and let me know what you think. It should be noted that this short story is heavily influenced by Phil K Dick and in particular the novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Or at least that is where I am heading with it. At this moment in time I'm about half way through so expected to see the rest of this chapter up some time soon, with an update!

One last thing - I've added a Lost Countdown (very cool!) for all us Losties out there.

Just 200 days to go!

R.U

Apologies

To begin with I want to apologize to myself both in advance and for my past actions; First, I apologize for the blog name - I decided to do this on a whim; I have small bursts of inspiration and motivation at times, it's a shame I can't sustain it!

Which leads on toward my second point. I apologize in advance for not keeping this up to date or totally abandoning it, as per my previous attempt at 'blogging' (which is made increasingly hilarious by the fact I can't even find it anymore to link to...)

Anyway, enough with my proverbial musings. During this small passage of time (since I began this blog) I think I'll change the name of this blog back to what I was originally going to use ("Reality is just a point of view") - the current: "Reality from my point of view" is both clichéd and drab.



"Reality is... Just a point of view" - is a quote I devilishly stole from wikipedia's spawned quoting site (cunningly named wikiquote) section on the great science fiction writing legend, Philip K Dick. It's difficult to really know what he meant by that statement, not knowing about the man himself that much (though I fell in love... hard with his books). I wouldn't like to say if he believed in that quote or not. Alternatively, he could have done something that many others struggled with and that is to some up his work and 'genius-ness' into a simple sentence. No doubt I will rant on about his great books at a later date, but needless to say he specializes, not only in fiction that could, one day, exists; moon bases, ray guns and so on. But he also delves into the human mind and takes a kitchen knife to reality as we know it; removing the sugar coated surface which we all know, love and destroy and places endless holes of doubt and paranioa over ones perspective of time, life and death as well as everything inbetween.

I am also currently getting my PKD fix reading his short stories. He wrote well over 100 short stories during his life and I'm currently around 1/3 through the 4th volume of 5 (no I've not read volumes one through three and yes, I eventually will) "Minority Report" which was, yes, the basis for the very average Tom Cruise and Steven Spielberg film. It's only a short story which I got through in little more than an hour but it's truly fascinating. I may do a full summary (foward-slash: review) of the story itself, if I can remember the url to this blog! I also read 'War Games' and 'The Second Variety' - again, both excellent short stories contained within the same book.

Moving away from that very interesting yet, less important discussion: I get my degree results this Wednesday. Up until Wednesday of last week I was butterfly-stomach free but now I'm all nervous and silly. It's not too bad, but it's there nagging at me. I just want to get it over with so I can look forward to the graduation ceremony itself penned in for the 9th of July not long after I receive my results. But I'll be there, surely, suited with gown and hat looking ridiculous yet at the same time feeling a million bucks (I realise we deal in pounds but we also use pounds to measure our weight so it doesn't have the same fantasy-sounding ring to it as bucks seems to).

Right, I've ranted on far too long. Time for me to sign out...