Still on drive-by blogging at the moment. I finished what was possibly the most difficult book review I've ever written yesterday and sent it in. You know how sometimes you read a book, think 'That was really good' and then find you can't articulate why it was so good without giving away so much that nobody would need to read it? Well, it was one of those.
So I sent the review and relaxed with the amusing little film 'The Devil's Rejects' which Amazon sold me cheap, along with a large part of a bottle of 'Glen Orchy' which Lidl sold me cheap. An evening's entertainment for under twenty quid. Damn, I'm tight. Must be the Aberdonian air.
Today, the inevitable happened. The editor wants changes. I also owe this particular editor a short story and I'm still trying to put together the next collection ready for Christmas (electronic only - no chance of getting the print version ready in time). So I will be scribbling and typing and I have a nasty suspicion I will still be doing that on Christmas morning.
The New Year is for Panoptica, which is the current title of the dystopia. It's nicked from a particular type of prison called a 'Panopticon', the principle of which has been successfully applied to our CCTV-infested world.. Panoptica has no prisons. No need.
I now know what brings our hero out of his Righteous-induced trance, how his life plummets from comfort to pain as a result of a trivial transgression he did not even do, and where the 'retired' actually go. I think - I think - I am still a few steps ahead of the real world but they're catching up fast so in the New Year, that project gets priority.
If you get an apparently deranged comment from me, it's probably not me but the Pseudopat troll, who I don't have time to properly torment at the moment. He's not important enough to prioritise, and he's stupid enough to stick around until I'm ready to play tease-the-troll. If you're on Blogger, then I'm always signed in to comment.
Right. Back with something to rile up the Righteous later, once I've done this review again. Hint: It'll have the word 'Black' in it. Start that blood pressure climbing, Righteous.
9 comments:
ok, so racism is just one psycho-operated arm of the sticky-fingered octopus of oppression - the information acquired by immigration control is used as political propaganda to build up a head of racist or anti-immigrant steam amongst the electorate in order to justify further immigration control, population control, monitoring, and fear-inspiring summary detention and deportation. the immigration system is exploited by racists - but ultimately it\\\'s about control and fleecing people. yes, obviously, starting looting-wars in other parts of the world will also allow the government to justify immigration control aimed at preventing those enemies, which we have cultivated, from blowing-up trains - and the welfare state, that mark of civilzation which differentiates us from those we rob, becomes yet another precious fortress-in-the-air which we have to protect at all costs.
Smoking Hot also signs in on blogger. This idiot above is the troll. lf you want to leave it a message go here http://dickiedouble-dick.blogspot.com/ and leave LI's blog alone.
Wonderful. Little Dick is performing as expected. I can just see his forehead vein pumping and I have not even begun to play.
Let's hope he can keep typing through the shower of drool-soaked burger crumbs covering his belly-pressed keyboard.
I'll play with you in due course, troll. I have more important matters to deal with first.
Ah, there he is.
Have seen him/her as zaphod, patnurse and smoking hot. And, of course, you.
The complete misunderstanding of grammar and capitalisation is a thing of beauty.
The wonders of the modern education system.
Leg-Iron, You can start to play when you like its of no concern to me whatsover, its rather odd your repeated gibberish that you will start soon and something is going to change.
your input has nothing to do with anything, you will dance to my tune...he he.
antony.
the reason for bad grammar appears to have gone over your head and several others, its because posting by a foreign proxy buggers about with punctuation marks dear boy.
see ya all, let me know when you start Leg Iron incase i miss it
lol
Proxies do not affect grammar, spelling or capitalisation, dear heart. They transfer ASCII which covers it all. You are not using a proxy, you are just a dick.
Our game has not yet begun and there will be no warning when it does.
Oh, and my sweet troll, I assure you you will not miss it.
In my own time, not yours, the game will begin. It will not start on this blog and it will not start with a name you recognise.
In the meantime, dance, troll. Dance and let us laugh at you.
You type such delightful abstractery, it's almost as if your fingers were less wide tan the keys. Perhaps it is so.
I would say 'get a life' but I don't want you to do that.
If you did, who would I play with?
oooooh i just knew that scary mask thing was odd.
keep blagging Leg -Iron, you will make no difference to anything.
its my game all mine
You silly sod.
Blogging is not the game.
You are.
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the druids say that the sunny winter solstice is a good omen for the new year (god knows how much that cost cameron), and now i've been plagiarized by a poxy doppelblogger - this is probably the proudest moment of my career...it's certainly topped-off 2011, i feel like i've got an obe.
please see leg-iron's last cheek turned for details.
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