Category Archives: Reasons why I’m probably just a little bit insane (but not full on nutso)

So when is it exactly I’m supposed to grow up?

I am 24 years old. Twenty-four years old. I have, just today, not only expanded my collection of model Daleks to 18, but also just finished starting to play a new video game starring Mickey Mouse. I am 24 years old.

Is this bad? I mean, really, is it? Because it doesn’t feel bad. I’m in full time work (for now), I have a graduate degree, but yet I still don’t feel grown up, and I still end up spending money on things that, really, I should have grown out of by now. But I’m not, and I don’t think it’s just me. The market for so-called adults buying so-called children’s things seems to keep growing and growing, and my idea of what someone in their mid-twenties should be is not really happening. And I like it.

I’m fine with doing these things and buying these things, because I enjoy them. Because they make me happy. I’m sure buying a fantastical new car or an amazing set of frying pans that look like they were made in 12th Century China is what I’m supposed to be focusing my attention on right now, but really they’re just boring.

Am I wrong about this, though? Is this okay? IS IT JUST ME?


(the Daleks look cool, though)

This is Still the Worst Blog Ever.

I really need to work out what this blog is.

Is it a “here’s the events of my life presented though a prism of sardonical (it’s a word now) humour and bad science fiction references that will distract from the original point I am trying to make”? Well, ideally, but the trouble is that that nothing actually happens to me that’s worth blogging about. Well, nothing that I can spin into something vaguely entertaining, anyway. I supposed I could just take the mundane elements of life and blow them totally out of proportion:

Hey so I was crossing the street and a lady was wearing a hat that totally sort of looked like an Ewok. AND TO THAT POINT: who brought fireworks to the Battle of Endor? I mean when they were all preparing the the battle near Sullust which rebel pilot was like “Yeah I could take these proton torpedoes but really you know what would be cooler? Fireworks. Just load my X-Wing up with fireworks. It will rule, trust me guys.” and all his friends are like “Um, Fash [the pilot’s name was ‘Fash Bandur’ in my mind], what if we need you to, like, kill some TIE fighters? Couldn’t you just bring a few torpedoes?” and he was all “No way man FIREWORKS!!!” but then at the celebration at the end he was totally laughing at his amazing foresight at bringing some fireworks but it didn’t matter because all his friends were dead. So yeah, it was a cool hat.

OR is this blog just a way to rant about the seemingly insignificant things in my life that, let’s face it, no one really cares about but THEY SHOULD care about it because it’s THE INTERNET, DAMNIT:

Man those charity people on the street are jerks. They sort of scream at you with “PUPPIES ARE DYING!! ONLY YOU CAN SAVE THEM!! DO YOU HATE PUPPIES??” and while no I don’t hate puppies but seriously it’s raining and I don’t actually have any money to give you. And then they go all mean on you by making all the people on the street stupidly cute girls and you’re like “Well any chance to talk to a cute girl and let them know how much I care about puppies!” but in the end they’re not really interested in just how much you like puppies. And then they get greedy. “Oh, well you see, people usually give us notes instead of coins you see, don’t you have any notes?”. Okay, correct me if I’m wrong, but who actually gives notes? Who doesn’t just throw your spare change at them? And I mean this is England, so notes meaning at least £5 and I need that for my train home so, no. Sorry. Wow I sound like an asshole now. Sorry. Sorry.

OR is it just going to be a bizarre stream of consciousness that, in reflection, wont be understandable by anyone except me? For an example of that type of post, just re-read this entire post.

Oh well.

In summary: Blogs, eh? Blogs.

I’m going to end this post witha picture of Nien Nunb because, really now, he’s Nien Nunb. He’s a hero.

It's Nien Nunb

I just wrote a blog post about how I don’t have time to write a blog post.

One of the problems about not being home for the weekend is that you have to then fit your normal weekend stuff into Monday. And then you have to put your Monday stuff into Tuesday and then collapse and cry at the end of Tuesday and hope everything will be okay.

Like this blog! One of these weeks I will post on the weekend! You heard me, internet! Anyway, for those that care (which, let’s face it, seems to be about one person a day who only visit the front page – hi there! – which is fine because I’m not going to go obsessive about who reads this or anything. For those person, I had a very nice weekend where I attended a small but good sci-fi book comic convention thing (BristolCon, it was awesome, go next year) where as suspected Paul Cornell is the awesomest guy ever (he’s really nice). There was also a pub quiz and although our team came second I did win a special prize for being the only person there who could answer the geekiest question of the entire quiz. Which I guess says something (it says “Tomtrek you’re a fucking nerd.”).

Anyway, I’m playing catchup, and for me that means “watching all the TV and reading blog posts that you missed over the weekend”, because that’s basically what my weekends are!

So, busy busy Tomtrek. Add to this the fact that I actually have a heap of, like, actual worky work to do thanks to my company’s really awesome policy of “fire someone as soon as the Government no longer has to pay their wages” means I’m basically doing two people’s jobd PLUS I’m now having to teach an unpaided 50 year old how to do part of the job, and while he’s a nice enough guy he can’t actually use a computer but apparently I have to teach him because that’s part of my job now!

It’s fun. It’s all fun. This is sarcasm on the internet.

In summary:

Sleepy Husky!

Image by christine zenino (chrissy575) via Flickr