| If she didn't exist, we'd have to invent her. |
[04 Oct 2006|03:14pm] |
Finally, after months of waiting and searching I managed to find Volume One of Alan Moore's outstanding graphic novel Promethea. It really is truly mind-blowing.
Promethea isn't just some bog-standard run-of-the-mill "superhero", she's a mythological concept born out of imagination and creativity who "possesses" a person (usually a woman) when they investigate and research her. It's so bizarre and so much deeper and audacious than I'm describing it.
Please, for the love of Barbara, track down Volume One. NOW!
Ash, xxx
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| Plan Your Escape. |
[03 Oct 2006|01:37pm] |
Oh crikey am I ever excited about Lost Season 3? WOOHEEEOOWEEEEWOW!
Of course, I know that its debut in the UK will be met with the usual chorus of smug wankers dismissing it out of hand because they watched five minutes of one episode once and didn't "get it". Honestly, it takes more than a quick glance to appreciate a painting, and more than a quick listen to love a band, so why give up on a really great television programme after a couple of minutes? It's ludicrous. Other people try to cite the writing as a reason for disliking it, but the blaming the writing is just another easy way out for people who don't have a half-decent attention span. It's incredibly pathetic.
I honestly don't see what's so hard to follow.
Ash, xxx
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[22 Sep 2006|02:10pm] |
I could cry. I really could.
Ash, xxx
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| Last spurt of anger... |
[21 Sep 2006|03:35pm] |
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SALKL,ODSAIMCPOSAKMCOPISJNVEI9QWENV[0OMQ1[OKOMOPIMPOimpoi!mo!m!!o!m!oi!m!im!MOPIDAUDFMOPAIMPOkmpoimspiujnposicmopdsimvosijiajkadsmnijunijNPOIJNDOPIKMIUBWSIOJNASIJUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!FUCK!
There. That's better.
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| SPT: Feel My Wrath. |
[21 Sep 2006|03:29pm] |
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Strathclyde Public Transport. How I loathe thee. Tried to buy a sodding Zone Card today for the next months travel down to Ayr for Uni, and you go making a big fuss saying I can't get one til Saturday because "that's how we operate". Is it? Oh really? WELL I COULDN'T GIVE A FUCKING TOSS HOW YOU WORK! I COME TO YOU WITH £150 FOR A MONTHS WORTH OF TRAVEL AND IT'S TOO MUCH FUCKING HASSLE FOR YOU TO TAKE MY MONEY AND GIVE ME MY FUCKING TICKET, YOU HOMUNCULUS FUCKTARDS! FUCK YOU AND YOUR SHITTY TRANSPORT SERVICE! I'D BE QUICKER WALKING TO AYR INSTEAD OF RELYING ON YOUR OVER-CROWDED AND OVER-PRICED RAIL SERVICE!
FUCK YOU AND YOUR CHILDREN AND EXTENDED FAMILIES! YOU ARE WORTHLESS SCUM!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
*ahem*
See, now look what you've made me do. I've lost my air of unruffled cool.
Ash, xxx
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| "I am so smart, I am so smart, S M R T!" |
[21 Sep 2006|01:03am] |
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Christ, another three hour maths lesson blazing ahead of the rest of the class. I'm finished my work while they're still trying to find the On button on their sheet of paper.
I should explain. At the moment, I'm studying Cinema at the University of Paisley and when I graduate I want to do a Post Grad teaching diploma, but to do that I need at least an Intermediary 2 grade Maths qualification, which I didn't do at school. Mainly because I loathe Maths, and poncing around on a stage was much more fun.
So now I'm doing an evening Int2 Maths course at Langside College on Wednesday evenings with a bunch of people who all apparently want to do the same thing as me. Although I really worry about some of them, I mean last week one of them actually asked "Sorry, how many centimetres are in a metre?".
*headdesk*
So, I'm racing ahead while everyone else is still sharpening their pens. *sigh*
Mind you, at least it gives me a chance to catch up on my Staring At Walls. Don't want to get rusty now, eh?
Ash, xxx
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| And another thing... |
[20 Sep 2006|04:42pm] |
Sometimes I think I'd like to travel out into space, amongst the stars and quasars and black holes and just dissolve.
Break myself down to my constituent particles and just float away, serenely and quietly.
I'm like to feel what it's like to be blown about by solar winds, or to be sucked down into a black hole and be compressed into nothing.
One day.
Love and kisses,
Ash.
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| It's pronounced "Hfuhruhurr". |
[20 Sep 2006|04:12pm] |
Okay so it wasn't all that bad leaving the warm comfy bed and going outside. we had a smashing lunch at The Blue Nile restaurant on Great Western Road with falafel, humous, pita, tabbouleh, olives and all kinds of fantastic stuff. It's such a great cafe, the guy behind the counter even wandered up to us while we were eating and gave us some more food! Woo!
Anyway, Earth-scum, I'm off to my Maths class, I'll see you all later.
Ash, xxx
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| *sigh* |
[20 Sep 2006|12:08pm] |
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Ah well, it looks like I'll have to flee the sweet embrace of Mother Duvet and brave the elements. I'm meeting my beloved for lunch and since she won't make the trek back up to the flat, I'm going out to meet her. What a committed boyfriend.
Ash, xxx
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| RAIN Vs COMFY BED: WHO WILL WIN?!? |
[20 Sep 2006|11:38am] |
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Yes folks it's the Ultimate Death Match! It's pissing down with rain outside, and it's also blowing a mighty gale.
HOWEVER!
In my bed, under the covers it's warm and cosy and I have many fluffy pillows to keep me company.
WHICH WILL WIN?!?
Bed, obviously.
Ahh another blissful day of doing fuck-all. I have my Maths class at 6:30 but until then there is literally nothing stopping me from staying in bed until I rot. Actually, I might need to get out of bed to go and get a cup of tea, but then it's straight back to bed like a whippet.
I can't believe that come Friday my days of sleeping in til all hours are over (essentially my Summer holiday), and that come next week it's up at 7:00am every bloody day to travel to Ayr.
Mind you, at least this'll be my last year of Uni and then I'll have graduated with a proper degree and everything, not one that I've made myself out of sugar paper and crayon.
Then it's a sweet juicy year out to go and fart around Eastern Europe drinking disgustingly cheap beer that tastes so, so good.
Ah, life is super sweet.
Ash, xxx
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| Muffins. |
[19 Sep 2006|01:45pm] |
I want muffins.
WHERE'S MY GODDAMN MUFFINS?
The wind is howling away outside and I'm snug and warm inside. I replied to a thread called 'favourite drink?' on FD.org.uk and now I have a real craving for some Mountain Dew: Code Red. Need the Dew, so badly.
Ah fuck it, I'll go make a cup of tea and watch some old Doctor Who. It's really the only sensible thing to do when it's windy/rainy/snowing outside. Hot tea, a comfy chair and some kind of thing on the tellybox.
Y'know, I'm really looking forward to being a Primary teacher. I think it'll be a right hoot.
My Christmas present from Sam (an authentically-patterned Doctor Who scarf) is coming along a treat and I'm so utterly excited. I mean, really unbelievably excited. I'm such an idiot child.
Anyway, I might venture outside and get a nice sandwich from Greggs.
Toodles!
Ash, xxx
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| Well, funny meeting you here. |
[18 Sep 2006|11:00pm] |
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Aren't you lot lucky? Two posts in the same month. I'm spoiling you, and so close to Christmas too!
It's just past eleven pee-em, and I'm in bed listening to Nancy Sinatra. Sam is asleep next to me and she's clinging to my arm like a particularly lovely type of limpet. She's so beautiful. She was all tears last night because she felt that she was being selfish in, y'know, getting on with her own life instead of constantly being at her parents house to help them with whatever crisis they get into. She's just so utterly un-selfish that I couldn't help but smile when I held her tight, marvelling that someone could have such an utterly opposite view of themselves.
So I made a lovely dinner for her coming in from work tonight, Moroccan tuna steaks, with citrus tabbouleh and sauteed red onions, and made her a few Mules and she was happy.
When I was little I used to think that I was a robot. I never broke any bones (still haven't), never got sick, hardly ever got cuts or bruises. I could never, though, work out what my function was. I know now, that I am a robot for making her happy.
For making sure the tears are wiped away and that a smile is in their place. That her fears are listened to and her pains removed with a cup of tea and some paracetamol. Her sore backs are massaged away (I'm trained, donchaknow?) and her sore feet from standing at the library desk for hours, are rubbed and stroked. For remembering our anniversaries (two per year, obviously) even when she doesn't.
I'd do everything and more for her. I'd give her anything if it would make her happy and healthy.
One day I'll marry her. It's inevitable. I love her too much not to want to be with her forever. Until then, I'll follow her anywhere. Next year we're probably buggering off to Russia for some extended period of time, and more than likely it'll be in some small town in the middle of nowhere and I'll love every minute of it because she'll be there.
I love her.
And I love you.
Ash, xxx
(Christ, that was a bit sappy, eh?)
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| An endless churning, all the way down to oblivion. |
[06 Sep 2006|01:30am] |
And so it came to pass, that in the third quarter the planets aligned to form the Sigil of the Ancient and Repulsive Gods of Mediocrity. Their re-birth, foretold eons ago, signalled the end of all things, the Time of Ragnarok, the Rising of Ash.
I know I'm just being dramatic, but I post on this bloody thing so rarely, that it seems appropriate to have a bit of theatre to mark the occasion, and what could be more theatrical than the end of days and the rising of the Great Beast? Exactly. Nothing. HA! Now go and cower in the corner like a good little monkey.
You pathetic apes need my occasional verbal scourging to remind you exactly who's on top here. Oh yes, you can all run and scamper and play in the fields, and you may think you're free, but you're not. I'm lording it high above you in my fur-lined mansion, sitting on my solid gold throne, laughing like a duck on nitrous oxide.
See you in another year or so. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Love and kisses,
Ash (The Great Beast)
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| Hey! Free iPods! |
[13 Dec 2005|08:36pm] |
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Someone referred me to this site, and they seem pretty legit. Basically, I get my free iPod if you guys sign up, which would be nice.
Clicky here - http://ipods.freepay.com/?r=25966435
Ah go on. Go on, go on, go on, go on...
Ash xxx
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| Idler. |
[12 Jul 2005|08:07pm] |
Rising from the grave like some pasty ginger Frankenstein...
Christ I'm bored. Like really really bored, deep down in my soul. Nothing interests me right now.
FD is a shithole infested with the worst kind of arrogant pretentious wankers fighting amongst themselves like any of it matters. I can't listen to any music because I tire of it so quickly, and the same goes for movies/TV. I find talking to other people utterly unbearable because when I talk to them, whether face to face or on the net, their faults loom large as mountains and they disgust me. Utterly and completely. I find them vile. I don't know what to do. I feel dirty. I have fever dreams in the heat where I exterminate all life and resurrect it by my hand.
I wish it was winter.
Ash xxx
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| A lifeless void in space. |
[08 May 2005|05:56pm] |
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Sweet zombie Jesus... Sorry it's been so long.
You know how it is, things just mount up and next thing you know I've abandoned you all for the warm squidgy arms of Momma Love and Poppa Employment. And Second Cousin Education.
However, this is just a short message to let you all I'm still alive. Well as alive as can be.
I miss you all.
Ashley xxx
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| Worry. |
[30 Jan 2005|02:38pm] |
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So, all this week my little brother has been off school with the worst sounding cough I've ever heard. I mean it's a nasty bellowing cough that looks incredibly painful. He coughs all night and as a result both he and the rest of the family look like shit.
So, that's like a week of solid coughing, and now today he starts coughing up blood. I'm really worried. They're just about to take him to the hospital and I'm quite scared. The week before the coughing started, he had a bad migraine at school and was almost sick. That was the first migraine he ever had.
Yup. I'm quite worried.
Ash xxx
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| Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh... |
[28 Jan 2005|12:26pm] |
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I went out for 2, count 'em 2, drinks last night with people from work. Only 2. So why then do I feel like Satan twisted off my noggin and filled it with a lump of ground beef while his spiky little minions viciously prod my delicate parts? WHY? Have I become such a fantastic lightweight? I mean, it's possible cos I only drink very occasionally, but you'd think that my metabolism would still have retained it's resistance to booze from my teenage years.
Apparently not.
Bought some nice clothes yesterday. Shiny clothes...
Ash xxx
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| Nathan Barley |
[26 Jan 2005|11:06pm] |
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Night-time is tedious when you're alone.
Spending lots of nights on my own these days. Too many.
This does not bode well for the future of my relationship. Without a physical side to a relationship, I don't believe it can function properly.
Ash xxx
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| Shiny things. |
[26 Jan 2005|06:38pm] |
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Drop The Pressure - Mylo |
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New purchases today in Glasgow:
CDs: Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn
Mercury Rev - The Secret Migration
Mylo - Destroy Rock And Roll
Books: Screen Burn by Charlie Brooker
Madness and Civilisation by Michel Foucault (i heart foucault)
DVD: Super-Size Me
Further purchase - Spent £24 on a sushi/bento box dinner at Ichiban, with a Sapporo Imported beer for refreshment.
Goodbye money! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Ash xxx
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