Not a whole lot

I need to get writing more. I've fallen out of the habit and it's really getting on my tits that I'm not writing regularly anymore. I've got all this stuff that's half-formed and going nowhere, but I just can't be arsed to do anything with it. Come on, self. There's a rough-draft clipped up not two feet from my face. Type that shit up and send it to Sophie, like, yesterday.


On the other hand, I've started working on a texture pack for Minecraft. Because bored, apparently. I've been posting bits and pieces of it to Tumblr, and then losing more and more followers each time, but I never claimed to be a single-topic blog. Sorry to people who followed me because I spent a week posting about nothing but Tom Hiddleston's hair. I'm fickle, and sometimes obsess over a single topic.

Tom Hiddleston's hair was a good week, though.



In real life stuff, I'm becoming increasingly convinced that Papa Bear is tired of having me here. I'm not quite sure what to do about that.

Actually

How about a real post? One where I don't witter on about Tumblr.

I'm incredibly unhappy living here, for a lot of reasons. A big part of it is the loss of autonomy and freedom. It's not that I'm not allowed to go anywhere, but more that there's nowhere to go. I saw Gatsby the other week, and have not been out of the house since. Going to Gatsby required waiting for a day when there was a car available, and then getting someone to give me a ride to the cinema, and then coming to pick me up. There's no sidewalk on this road, and it can be a really busy road sometimes. This makes my choices either walk in the road and try not to get run over, or walk in the ditch, which is uneven and unpleasant for anyone. With a crutch, it's downright difficult.

Not that I was really going all over the place in Vegas, but I had that option. We lived about block away from a mall, three strip malls, Target, a few pubs, a comic shop, two supermarkets, and the main library branch. Not to mention right on three bus routes. Between them, buses ran every ten minutes. Now, buses in Vegas suck, but they're practically non-existent here. There's one route way up the road that runs once an hour. Only in one direction. The other 'closest' routes are all a mile away.

I've applied to so many jobs that the more I apply, the more I just want to give up, because I've not had a single one of them call back. So I don't even have the means to get out of here. I've had this problem for years already, because no-one wants to hire a guy who can't stand up for more than ten minutes at a time without back pain.

I've also gained so much weight living here it's ridiculous. None of my trousers fit anymore. All my shirts are starting to get really tight as well. Because I'm not going to the comic shop every Friday. I'm not going to the library every other week and dragging home a bunch of text books. I'm not doing circuits around the mall to go see what new shirts Hot Topic has. Robin Hood's gained a lot of weight as well. I've always been bigger than he is, and now he's started to wear my shirts because his don't fit anymore. When I was in high school, we used to walk to the cinema every weekend and catch the late showing of whatever was playing. We didn't even care. We saw the third Matrix about five times. The cinema is four miles away. I don't think I'll ever be able to manage that again, without some new knees, but I do need to get on the Stephen Fry weight loss programme. I've got plenty of audiobooks for it, and it's the time of year where the sun's up for about 16 hours, so there's plenty of daylight for it. I think I'm actually gonna try to start today, and just take a brolly with because if I wait for the weather, I'll never get out.


I'll need to find more audiobooks if I plan on doing this seriously.

Fairy Tale Meme

Snow White: Do you consider yourself pretty? Name the part of your body you think is the most beautiful!

I'm rather pleased with my hair, on days I can be arsed to brush and straighten it.

Cinderella: What is your shoe size?

US/UK 6, according to my Chucks.

Sleeping Beauty: How many hours do you sleep each night?

I'm not sure. The amount of time I spend asleep is far less than the time I spend in bed awake for no damn reason. I tend to spend about ten hours in bed, though.

Little Red Riding Hood: What is your favorite food?

Anything savoury, and preferably with a lot of starch.

The Frog Prince: What do you find disgusting?

This weather. I'm so sick of clouds already.

Jack and the Beanstalk: What plants are in your room?

Nothing. Because...

Puss in Boots: Do you have a pet?

I have two cats. They are awful creatures but I wouldn't give them up for anything.

Rumpelstiltskin: What is the meaning of your url?

It's a binary star in Taurus. I picked it because one of its proper names is Shurnarkabtishashutu, and I find that hilarious for some reason.

Little Mermaid: Can you sing?

No, but that doesn't stop me doing it.

Pinocchio: What is your greatest wish?

A place far away from in-laws.

Peter Pan: What is your (mental) age?

I like to think I act my age.

The Star Money: What is your most prized possession?

That's a tough one. Do I pick that ultra-rare Loki Bobblehead, or the skeleton in my bedroom...?

Beauty/Belle: What is your favorite book?

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I read it at least once a year.