Mothballed

For now anyway.

What ever the opposite of mothballed is: CLICK CLICK



2012

2011 was a fun year, but I think 2012 is going to be the busy one.

January alone is a cocksucker.

Lots to mop up from last year, lots of work to be done on the house (essential but is going to drive me crazy), a couple of cool meetings and lots and lots of writing.

Pretty resolved already so won’t be making any lists or promises I can’t keep.

Let’s see what’s over the next hill.

 



“Sharpen your blades, lads…”

My friend Steve Barron directed this new adaptation of Treasure Island for Sky 1 HD which I believe is being shown in the UK on New Year’s Day.

Looks like a LOT of fun and check out that cast.

Donald Sutherland!



New lick of paint as the year dies



Happy Birthday, Doc

Sorry about the voice mail. I’ve been drinking.

And you think your roaming charges are bad…



Getting there…



Knotheads

Another one via Boing Boing; Federal agents say 88-year-old Saratoga man’s invention is being used by meth labs.

“These are the same knotheads that make you take your shoes off in the airport.”

For Wallace to comply, the state Department of Justice fingerprinted the couple and told Wallace he needed to show them such things as a solid security system for his product. Wallace sent a photograph of Buddy sitting on the front porch.

“These guys don’t go for my humor,” Wallace said. “Cops are the most humorless knotheads on the planet.”

Lovely phrase that.

Urban Dictionary definition:

(A) A person who has trouble thinking in a logical progression. this is usually caused by a profound amount of circular reasoning tying their brain into a knot.
(B) A dumb ass

 



Mirror Mirror

From an interview with Robert Sapolsky on Boing Boing, this jumped out at me:

Baboons are perfect models for the ecosystem I study. They live in the Serengeti in East Africa, which is a wonderful place for a baboon to live. They’re in big troops, so predators don’t hassle them much. Infant mortality is low. Most importantly, it takes baboons only about 3 hours of foraging to get their day’s calories. Critical implication of this – if you are spending only 3 hours in a day getting food, that means you have 9 hours of free time each day to devote to being miserable to some other baboon. Like us, they are ecologically privileged enough so that they can devote their time to generating psychological stress for each other. If a baboon in the Serengeti is miserable, it is because another baboon has worked very hard to bring that state about.



1964



“How is it?”

There isn’t a single thing I don’t love about this.

By Calum Alexander Watt. He of the Mad Maxtallica stuff.



More Howl

Exeunt Magazine were kind enough to interview me about Howl’s Moving Castle. You can read it here.

Love that photo…



“I trust only my sword in this world”

Some lovely artwork coming out of Criterion at the moment:

I’m still running into people who haven’t seen the original GODZILLA. Mind boggling.

And most people think Kurosawa when the subject of Samurai movies come up. Check out the films of Hideo Gosha and Kihachi Okamoto. I recently rewatched THREE OUTLAW SAMURAI and THE SWORD OF DOOM back to back. Almost fifty years old and they’re a breath of fresh air after some of the nonsense I’ve had to sit through recently.

Plus it’s hard to get bored of watching Toshiro Mifune cutting hands off in the snow.



Howl is coming

Not long now…



Like a Messerschmitt coming up under a Lancaster

A shot from 2006:

Backdropped by Earth’s horizon and the blackness of space, the Soyuz TMA-9 spacecraft approaches the International Space Station.

Working on a new draft of RED DRIFT so I’m going through my picture folders. I end up with a lot of mood images when I’m writing. I just about filled my office wall space again, but am thinking about a dedicated digital frame up there just so I can let this stuff cycle through 24/7.



No time for gaming, Dr Jones

“Are you playing Skyrim?”

Does it have this scene in it?

“I don’t think so.”

Then I’ll wait for more Red Dead Redemption, thanks.



Mjölnerd

Mine writing hammer hath beeneth busyeth.

Dropping a gear in 5… 4… 3



You know it



Arrival

Not a bad flight.

Full on nightmare though for one poor soul who turned an unhealthy shade of white and vomited for much of the flight when he wasn’t shivering under a blanket or crying in misery. I did think at one point we’d have to land and get him to a doctor, but the cabin crew were very persistent with tea. That eventually did the trick.

Nice to land and see posters for CONTAGION everywhere…

Just finding my feet and avoiding the lag by hanging out with Amy Berg who is stupidly putting me up this trip. As you’d expect her place is filled with writing spots so it should be a productive trip as long as I don’t fall asl…



Surfacing, flying…

Like the little yellow sub in Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.

Been a while. Had a bunch of writing to do and fell off the blogging wagon. Will try and fix that.

Off to LA this morning for a couple of weeks of meetings, more writing and hanging out with the cool kids.

RED DRIFT is in the bag, Howl’s Moving Castle is on its way, other older stuff lumbers on. Time to start a few new things I think.

I’ll be as active as usual on Twitter and Instagram while I’m away and will blog when I get the chance.

See ya on the flip side.



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