And I quote: “Windows® XP brings a new look to the familiar Windows user interface. Here’s a first look at what the next generation has in store.” It can’t just be me that thinks that the interface looks childish, ugly and garish? Here’s to Mac OSX.
A mixture of horror and delight at being back in London swiftly turns to glee when I see the Buffy and Angel box-sets waiting for me, alongside a couple of books bought for me by Ganesh from the Underground. I’m soaking in a metaphorical media hot-tub and letting my mind unwind.
So this evening I return to London and have to face up to my life, find a job, do some washing and think about “the future”. As I’m sure you can all imagine, returning to rain and responsibility is something that I look forward to with all my heart, and without the slightest trace of resentment or depression. I’d like to thank Sean, Kerry, Anna, Ralph and everyone else I’ve bumped into while in LA for a lovely time. See you all soon…
The most popular super-hero team in the world (and stars of their own recent movie) are now to be written by Grant Morrison, a drug-crazed magician-abductee from Scotland and writer of the seminal Invisibles. See what they will look like: here.
Just in case you’re having difficulty tracing the time-lines of what I’m getting up to here, bear in mind that while plasticbag.org is currently working on GMT, I am not. Hence two posts in one day saying “Last night I did this….”
Last night I went to this LA gay bar called ‘Rage’ where there was an event called ‘Varsity’ where anyone over the age of eighteen can get in (although clearly they can’t drink). In England, of course, this wouldn’t be an issue. And as I pointed out to someone, it’s no use having new people around if you aren’t allowed to get them drunk enough to have sex with you. Still – at least they looked pretty.
People here seem fascinated by my accent, by which I suppose I mean my lack of accent. Last time I was in LA a waiter asked me, “Is that an accent?”. I replied of course, “No”. Last night this bloke said that he, “really liked foreigners” (a strange thing to say at the best of times), to which I replied, “you should – you are one”. I’m more than aware that this is why English people are cast as the evil people in movies, but nonetheless it’s very entertaining.
So here am I – 28, crumbly and creased – untanned, ageing and flatulent, in a city of ten thousand million buff bodies and perfect smiles. What’s a boy to do?
Thanks to all the Los Angeles residents and visitors from barbelith.com who kept me entertained yesterday, especially to Ralph who was particularly entertaining. Experience the thrill of the after-meet glow over on the Underground – and pass me a cigarette while you’re over there, will you?
Sean, one of my hosts in LA, has produced a great Flash movie that will shortly be doing the rounds of everyone’s office PCs. It’s a splice of a recent Brit-movie favourite and an esteemed horror classic. I’m going to see if I can get someone to host it for him in the long term – but in the short-term I might see if I can stick it on plasticbag.org – more information as I have it…
I’ve found this internet café on Melrose called @coffee, which is quite cool, although vastly more expensive than places like easyeverything in London. It’s given me a little time to relax with the net – write a little, think some stuff through – generally to get a little head rest. If you can imagine the brain as a muscle imagine mine as tight and contracted – it feels a bit like there isn’t space down any synapse for a pulse of thought to travel. Fucking around on the net seems to let my brain relax – to slump like mush and swill around the bottom of my skull. It’s more relaxing than it sounds. I need this sensation of emptying stress and excess thought from my mind… Nothing else quite does it for me…
