Little Running Bear

I don’t know what it is about certain days of the year but they seem to attract events. Whole weeks can go by with no committments and nothing to do. Then, suddenly there’s an exhibition opening, a book launch, an international guest speaker, your favourite overseas band in a secret gig and your best friend back home for one night only.

Next week there are two events tearing me asunder. They both start at 6:30 (I think). The Sleepers Almanac launch is always a fun affair. It’s an opportunity to catch up with some great local writers, see my friend Lulu (who I really don’t get to see all that often and that’s a shame because she’s one of the special ones) and bitch with my friends about how the people who so often think so much of themselves are really just talentless arseholes.* It’s a fun night and I don’t want to miss it.

Then, about a 15 minute walk away, there’s the one and only** Molly Holzschlag appearing in Q&A form thanks to the Web Standards Group. Molly’s books and writings were a really important part of me learning my new-ish skills as a web developer. The things she wrote about CSS changed the way I thought about how websites can be built. This is an industry where geeks like me have heroes like her (and David Shea, Cameron Adams, Eric Meyer and all the people responsible for A List Apart) because they know what’s going on and can explain it in ways that we can try to use to explain it to our bosses and try to actually create good products that we can all be proud of.***

So what do I do? A very rare chance to have an audience with a champion of my industry or an annual social event to keep my foot in my non-day-job camp?

I’m torn like Natalie Imbruglia (but probably less pretty).

* This, in turn, makes us think quite a lot of ourselves, giving other people exactly the same opportunity to think those things about us. They are, of course, wrong.

** There may be more than one but “the one of possibly several others” just doesn’t have the same ring to it.

*** This rarely works the way I would like it to but every now and then I get to be proud and it’s because of these people.

Tomorrow we go back to recording Boxutters. There seems like so much television to talk about.

We’ve only been away for about 3 weeks but it seems like so much more.

I was thinking about all the things I need to do to prepare for it. There’s lots of TV to watch, for starters. I still haven’t caught up on the second season of Friday Night Lights and already there are new shows starting that need my attention.

Last night I was trying to explain to somebody how watching television and seeing movies for me is work. They thought that meant that I can’t enjoy it. I can, I said, but it’s just not relaxing. I don’t watch TV to relax.

This was something of a shock. It was like I said “when I murder people for money I feel no remorse”. It was just unfathomable to this other person.

Then fear set in: if I don’t really watch television to relax, what does relax me? Now I’m all nervous because I think that maybe I don’t know how to relax. What do people do when they relax? When do they have the time? I always seem to have something to do, some agenda, some task.

Relaxation? Nobody ever did anything good through relaxation.

RELAXATION IS FOR SUCKERS.

Now I’m going to watch some TV and concentrate on it, dammit.

The other night Nightangel came over with a selection of new films just arrived from the US. His selection is always magnificent and it’s often so hard to choose between what looks like a terrible spaghetti western, a terrible Deer Hunter/Apocalypse Now rip-off or a Jess Franco film.

Sometimes the films are surprisingly good. Alone in the Dark, for example, had some great moments in it, but we didn’t hold that against it.

This particular night, armed with his fresh batch, Nightangel presented us with a very difficult choice. Four films with three of them requiring immediate viewing. We ended up watching the supremely magnificent Frankenstein meets the Space Monster.

As if the title on its own wasn’t enough to suggest this film is one of the most bankrupt concepts turned productions, the proof is really in the watching. Coming in at 77 minutes, there must have been at least 30 mintues of stock footage: NASA rockets launching; NASA rockets exploding; Army soldiers entering helicopters; Army helicopters taking off; Airforce jets flying over rural areas.

The real genius in Frankenstein meets the Space Monster comes in the form of it’s outrageously eclectic soundtrack. Music is not used to add emotion to any particular scene, rather it seems to exist purely as a chance to avoid having to record actors talking. There were entire scenes in which actors went through a conversation which was never heard because the latest song by The Distant Cousins or The Poets (no, I’ve never heard of them either) was playing instead.

They just don’t make shit, morally bankrupt films like that anymore. Nowadays if they make a bad film, it’s just a bad film with a big budget that takes itself too seriously. I don’t think anyone on the set of Frankenstein meets the Space Monster had any illusions about what sort of film they’re making and that just makes it all the more fun.

So I resolved last weekend to try to do some exercise every day. Originally the plan was to go to the gym first thing in the morning but, quite frankly, that sucks as an idea.

I still like the gym and it serves a purpose. Monday morning I was there at 6:15 having also been on Saturday and Sunday. Three in a row was good but yesterday morning I just couldn’t be arsed. Who could? It’s no way to live your life, getting exercise only on a machine and going nowhere.

So instead I decided to walk to work. It’s only 40 minutes and it was a beautiful 17 degrees. I did it and it felt good.

There’s this park on my way to work that is a huge dog park in the morning. Lots of dogs smiling with balls in their mouths and loving it. It’s fun to watch.

At night the park turns into a beat. Lots of dogs smiling with balls in their mouths and loving it — or so is my understanding.

Anyway, I also walked home yesterday. And then I walked to work today. I’m like a walking machine now. It feels good to do it and it’s nowhere near as depressing as catching the bus.

So what else have I been missing out on because I was too lazy? Probably a lot. In fact, I know it’s a lot. I have a list in my head that repeats itself and I beat myself up over it and make myself feel bad which makes me not want to do anything and thus the circle is unbroken.

Well, no more, I say.

I AM THE KING OF FRESH STARTS! (I’ve tried to do this before but failed due to laziness.)