I enjoy the return to normality after the festive break more than I enjoy the spiralling descent into it.
I thrive on getting shit done, and sometimes I forget that. Particularly when I've had my nose to the grindstone for a few months - you focus on the hours not the minutes. Getting back to it after an extended period of not checking off the to do list reminds you of the simple joy of completing something. That feeling ofclosing loops in your brain. Weekends aren’t long enough for it. You need that unstuck-in-time, perpetually dark malaise that occurs between Boxing Day and New Year’s Day for your brain to fall apart completely.
Before noon I was at Inbox Zero. Rewarded myself with a biscuit glass of water and a jog round the park.
Posted Wednesday, January 2, 2019.
End of days for Daredevil
Marvel and Netflix have rammed the billy club of cancellation through Daredevil’s skull. This is no bad thing.
Made a little timelapse film using my iPhone and the top deck of a surprisingly empty 207 bus from Shepherd's Bush to Acton. I'm teaching myself Final Cut Pro using my typical "learn by doing” method. As such, I have discovered my default approach to editing video is the same as playing the guitar. USE ALL THE PLUGINS.
Sell your eyeballs direct!
Radioactive Love (Rig Mk2 Demo)
New(ish) song, first successful(ish) run through on a rainy Tuesday lunchtime. Ableton is doing patch switching in Guitar Rig AND the loop triggers as part of the scene changes so only one pedal is required to drive this. It's the future people.
FFS. Google have now started putting banners in Inbox (my mail app of choice) to remind everyone that they're killing Inbox next March, something I'd be studiously ignoring since they announced it back in September. I actually wish they hadn’t told me at all because my OCD will be spending the next 6 months evaluating Inbox replacements and rebuilding my "workflow" in them (which mainly consists of repeatedly snoozing mails until I HAVE to deal with them) before I inevitably give up and just revert to using Gmail like they want me to.
Twenty years ago today.
It had been fifteen years seen the hero beat up his father so badly the old man died from his wounds. Fifteen years since we watched a group of terrorists enlist the help of the Care Bears to slaughter thousands of unwitting civil servants and proceed to overthrow the closest thing to a strong and stable government the galaxy had seen in millenia.
Radium Age Blues
I have scaled back my web presence a bit to just here and FSOD. I was becoming somewhat de-focused and this was in turn causing me to purchase nostalgia t-shirts. Got a new tune in the pipeline. Mondo guitar noises. Radium Age Blues. Watching the government collapse is proving lightly distracting though.