Through Glass - 6th September

After promising to try and write something everyday on Sunday, I didn't blog yesterday. Although I was pretty busy; woke up later that I had planned and had to be in Portsmouth for a meeting at 12. After that it was off to see the girlfriend, it had been over a week since I'd actually seen her, so that was good. However, life being what it is I had to come home last night. Although I think driving conditions are slightly worse today so I guess I lucked out there. Unfortunately, not everything has gone quite so well. The clash of hours between my new job and my Uni timetable still hasn't been resolved (and it's doing my nut in frankly) combined with the fact that as I impatiently wait for the bank statements to arrive in the post I spend a good portion of my waking hours running through all the worst possible scenarios.

As I said before, the biggest challenge I've faced in the past when attempted to commit to writing is the small matter of having a topic about which to write. But then again, after doing some research it would appear that even the most popular of blogs (i.e. fleetstreetfox.com) are essentially one individuals take on current events, their lives and any other business. The key it would seem, lies in the execution. Whilst this is perhaps the most obvious of observations, it would seem to be one that's not often made. Unless it is. In which case I'm wrong. The clearest way I can of putting it, is that blogging is much like writing a newspaper column, except you don't get paid for it. And the person who's name appears next to the text has actually written it. In that way, there's rather a lot of difference. But the point stands.

Before I forget I just want to add a disclaimer if you've come here because you clicked a link on Facebook; no I haven't come back it's just that the feed is automatically updated when I post, yes I know this means my page is active, no I won't be back anytime soon. In case you haven't come that route, an explanation. Just over 3 weeks ago I decided to 'give up' Facebook as it were. After finding myself consistently wasting many hours of the day and night checking my notifications and staring at status' about which I really wasn't that bothered. I felt like I needed a break. And honestly, it's been bliss.

I was shocked at just how much of my time I'd been wasting. I wouldn't count myself as a heavy user, but I was certainly addicted. I appreciate that it's an extremely useful tool when used in the right situations, and yes I'm sure that some great good has come out of it. However, more of the time it's nonsense. Myspace was never meant to have any real purpose, it was just for entertainment value.

As well as having more time to make conversation, to read and coincidentally to write, not using Facebook has given me many more hours to spend watching trashy horror films. Such as Outpost . Now, I'm not going to suggest for a second that a British Nazi-Zombie horror film is for everyone. But then again I found Avatar  both dull and pointless, so my taste isn't exactly mainstream. The pleasure which I gain from watching movies such as Outpost is surely something with which everyone can relate. It's the sheer effortlessness of it. I imagine it's the same reason why people watch Total Wipeout (although I'd rather get needles in the eye that sit through more than 5 minutes of such drivel). The plot of Outpost goes a little like so; a mysterious businessman in war-torn Eastern Europe hires a group of mercenaries to excort him on a 48 hour expedition to find some 'minerals'. In fact what he's looking for is a machine constructed by the Third Reich as part of their quest to make soldiers invincible. It's delightfully gory, filled with plenty of sinister propaganda footage and whilst it descends into action in the final third, the conclusion will suite any fans of Event Horizon (one of my personal favourites). I won't be watching it again anytime soon, but that's because there's plenty more I haven't seen. My taste in movies isn't purely B-movie horror, it's in what I tend to call good or interesting films.  (Deleted previous sentence due to incredible snobbery on my part).

I felt like a man today, I built some furniture (like men do) and therefore felt like I had achieved something worthwhile. It's also allowed me to move gradually towards some semblance of order in my life. Which has proven to be a relief after all the stress of the first day back from holiday. Speaking of which, I should really go and carry on 'sorting'. It is so much fun (no that's not sarcasm)... and neither was that.