Sun, 06 Jul 2008 17:46:07 GMT

No words today, they'd be too depressing ;)

Instead, have a video.

Also: If I haven't talked to you (MSN/IRL) for a couple of weeks, I aint in a mood with you or shit, I'm just kinda containing the crap I've been spouting recently.

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 12:30:06 GMT

Ellis (comic book author, who writes Transmetropolitan, freakangels, nextwave etc) just posted this over at freakangels. He's describing his process of creating ideas, but it is totally and absolutely in-sync with the way I create code - which, lets face it, comes from ideas.

How It Works

I still get asked with appalling regularity “where my ideas come from.”

Here’s the deal. I flood my poor ageing head with information. Any information. Lots of it. And I let it all slosh around in the back of my brain, in the part normal people use for remembering bills, thinking about sex and making appointments to wash the dishes.

Eventually, you get a critical mass of information. Datum 1 plugs into Datum 2 which connects to Datum 3 and Data 4 and 5 stick to it and you’ve got a chain reaction. A bunch of stuff knits together and lights up and you’ve got what’s called “an idea”.

And for that brief moment where it’s all flaring and welding together, you are Holy. You can’t be touched. Something impossible and brilliant has happened and suddenly you understand what it would be like if Einstein’s brain was placed into the body of a young tyrannosaur, stuffed full of amphetamines and suffused with Sex Radiation.

That is what has happened to me tonight. I am beaming Sex Rays across the world and my brain is all lit up with Holy Fire. If I felt like it, I could shag a million nuns and destroy their faith in Christ.

From my chair.

See, this is the good bit about writing. It’s what keeps you going. It’s the wild rush of “shit, did I think of that?” with all kinds of weird chemicals shunting around your brain and ideas and images and moments and storyforms all opening up snapsnapsnap in your mind, a mass of new and unrealised possibilities.

It’s ten past two in the morning, and I’m completely wired, caught up in the new thing, shivering and laughing and glowing in the dark. Just as well it’s the middle of the night. No-one would be safe from me right now. I could read their minds and take over their heartbeats with a glare.

Faster than the speed of anyone.

That’s how it works.

the past..

Sat, 07 Jan 2006 17:41:46 GMT

So yeah, I posted this in a freinds journal and I thought I should repost it to remind myself that the past can't bite me unless I let it.

Sorry about the large image.

TL;DR - comment to be added.

The worlds source of entropy

the past..