Titles

The following are a list of titles for novels that I have encountered in my own imagination that set the scene beautifully for content of an astounding quality.

God May Be Gone - Assumedy this would be some kind of semi-fictional debunking of religious fanaticism using the continued and increasing horror, disillusionment and technological miracle of modern society. Of course the story would also examine the genuine loss of traditional Christian, Muslim and Jewish values that are of great importance and compassion, as not to make it too nasty or one sided.

Nobody Sleeps In Lonely City - This title covers all manner of sins, don't you think? I'm imagining a quiet, slow exploration of future society, experienced through a character who has only very recently been reawakened from cryogenic sleep. This guy will have been frozen sometime around the Vietnam war, I think, as so modern happenings (Internet, 9/11 and such) can be explained to him as long gone history. Think he should have a dead wife that he yearns for, and to whom he adresses his story. There's very evident noir in that title though, have to work that in somehow. Future noir is nothing new, anyway.

Melvin Mahogany Will Rule The World - Surely some comical adventure. I have been recently tickled by the prospect of a supervillain named The Convincer, who aspires to world domination via very rational and sane plans. He should have an office, where he invites people and disarms them with his charm, ie "Look, some people in my profession go in for blunt force, Brain Wave guns and things like that... uhhhhh, it's not my thing. I mean, I can barely work my phone, anyway, I'd be hopeless with a Brain Gun or what have you. But really I'd rather not insult your intelligence. I believe in informed decisions, not quick fixes. Here's an outline of my and my enterprise's first steps, please take a copy home with you, phone the office if you've any questions, some one will put you through to me. I really want you on board with me for this, Dave."

Also I think Mother Music Loves You is an excellent name for a lively big band.
And the title of this blog (I Fear the Worst on a Day Like Tomorrow) would be a splendid album name (preferably by a low-key indie outfit).

The Most Inadvertently Sexy Video I've Ever Seen

Speaking of Fucking Up

A close friend of mine who is traveling and being brave made a short stop in London very recently before she continues on Contiki tour to Ireland. I managed to catch her on remote online messenger and chat and such like, wherein she told me that she attempted to call the previous night, but no one answered. I felt bad about this, a) because she tried to call and was let down and b) because I really really would have loved to hear from her and hence I now feel let down. This was 11 pm Melbourne time, 2 30ish pm London time when we got to chat msn style and I heard about this.

I told her, hey you should call again when you've gotten back from your internet cafe to the motel you're at, seeing as you are leaving for Ireland in about 20 hours. She promised she would. I went to bed at this point, but I should point out that this was only to thoroughly establish the setting of being snug in my bed in the dark while it rained when I got to talk voice-to-voice with my friend on the other side of the world. I had no intention of falling the fuck asleep. I thought, even if I do fall asleep, the handset is right next to me, it's ring will wake me up.

The next thing I knew it was five thirty in the morning, which would have been about 8 in the evening in London. I can only assume she rang... and no one answered. My excuse, which is that I fell asleep, is really quite poor. I did, after all, implore some one to ring me and then not answer the phone, even if it was due to unconsciousness. But I had no way of telling her that. I left a bunch of messages for her at various internet locations explaining and apologizing. As of now I don't believe she had the time to go on the internet to read any of them.

After three hours of sleeplessness, at about 8 30, I got showered and dressed and wandered up to the tram stop to go to uni, which begins at 10. I was there til two. There were delays with trams and buses which meant I didn't get home til three. I was there for maybe an hour, checking internet and phone. Nothing. Then I was whisked away to various band related functions that kept me out until fifteen minutes ago (20 past 10 at night, for those keeping track). At one of these band functions, I will mention I ran into a mutual friend of this mysterious traveling girl who told me she was rung up on the telephone by her earlier in the day (while i was out doing fucking band shit), and that at the time of the call she was at the airport, going to Ireland.

When I got home, I found a message on the machine that was about 4 seconds of silence and then a hang up. It was left at quarter to six (while I was out doing fucking band shit) and its almost impossible that it wasn't my friend in London. So now, not only have fate and I cheated myself out of something which I really wanted - talking with close friend, finding out how she is, how Europe was, how she's feeling - but have no choice but to consider it from her point of view - She rang three times and got no answer on any of them, including a call that I solicited quite strongly. What must she think?

So now I'm thinking thoughts a little along the lines of

fuckfucketyfuckingfuckedfucktardfuckingfuckFUCKFUCK!

and hoping that she's feeling better than me, cuz I feel positively awful.

I really did want to talk to her.

Paper Debate '08

Today a political bone of contention came to blows between my printer and I. In a Judas turn of events, I was shocked to find not some days ago that me and Laserjet 4L sorely disagree on the Paper issue - he believes quite firmly that the paper belongs squarely trapped inside his labyrinthine mechanics, torn to shreds and grinding to a halt all printing procedures. I naturally argued the case for basic paper rights and demanded its extrication, but the printer was stubborn in its views.

In a battle of policy, Governor Kingsley and I were able to successfully execute a rescue mission and return temporary order, although I fear this coup d'etat of fascism by which the paper was detained is far from dealt with.

Discussions will be held in high office of how to proceed further.

Rarely comes a film of such (x), (y) and (z) that (BLANK)

Has anyone else noticed that this formula seems to be DVD front cover pay dirt? All the "best" movies seem to have found some body somewhere who has said something along these lines about them, and tell everyone about it. For instance, if x = intensity, y = honesty and z = power, then (BLANK) will most likely be around the ball park of "it has a profound impact on your life". However, a simple substitute of z = integrity can alter the outcome of the equation quite significantly.

Of course, the formula can be inversed for negative effect as well. For instance, x may equal stupidity, y vulgarity and z zenophobia to comprise a (BLANK) equation of "you feel suicidal for having seen it." But this would never find its way onto a promotional package for the film of discussion, lest for purposes of humor or by design of one gutsy motherfucker of a PR man.

Food for thought.

The Band

I am really not happy with or interested in the way the band is headed. I think we no longer have anything special. Don't come to our next gig. It'll only encourage us.

Departed

This afternoon somebody more important to me than most left all by their lonesome for a cross country journey of fulfillment. They will be visiting all kinds of exciting places, they will be doing it on their own, for many months and they will be doing it for their own wellbeing. This is a terrifying and wonderful prospect by anybody's standards, but for this person in particular it is a tremendous progressive step of bravery.

They won't read this, but they ought to know I think they are heroic.