April 6th, 2008


I tried to tell myself...

True confessions time:

I have spent the past hour and forty-five or so minutes looking up and watching ventriloquists on youtube. Ever since I was a little kid, I've loved ventriloquism and puppets --- even the really creepy wooden dummies. Especially the really creepy wooden dummies! I think it's amazing, it makes me laugh, I sit in awe of people who can use and abuse their voices so cleverly. If I'm feeling down, I will go on youtube and look up people who make a career out of sticking their hand up a felt or wooden puppet's arse.

In a connected, but mostly tangential note, when I was little I was terrified of robots. There was this act on Paul Daniels once, scared the everliving shit out of me. I was so scared I was sick all over our awful brown carpet. My older brother Jez used to torment me with Terminator. I was even upset by Twiki on Buck Rogers in the 25th Century (of all the things to be frightened of on Buck Rogers, Twiki was not one of them.)

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, only to say that the best way to have made the younger me implode would have been to be a ventriloquist act with a robot puppet.

Let's stay together...

There's nothing quite as scary as the power going off when mid-shower. I got shampoo in my eye.

The power goes off with frightening regularity up here - only, you never know exactly when. It makes me thank whomever invented surge protectors.

There is a power station, but it's currently undergoing an upgrade, and in the meantime, we're running primarily on our town generator.

I never thought I'd utter those words six months ago.