Writing. Supposedly it’s the best way to get things out and gain perspective. They say a lot things, but what have I got to lose. (not a question, no mark) […]
I like being a dad. I think it’s been good for me. I’ve been a complete arsehole at times, mind. I’ve chosen my battles extremely poorly: I’ve shouted when I […]
I’m writing something. So this is a piece of writing about writing. Amazing.
That’s C-Tec Astronomy for those of you who’ve seen the film. Last decent movie Dan Akroyd ever did. I’ve got a red squiggly line under Akroyd so that may not be spelled right. Or should that be rightly? Adverbs.
Having loads of things with which to break the tedium is what life’s all about, I reckon. Thing is, my boredom gets me into trouble. Pretending to care about something because you know how to, know what to say, know how people will respond and are well versed in how to react, doesn’t actually mean you really do care. I only really care about my family and friends. ZING! CLICHÉ! But true. Nonetheless.