Current mood:	content
Current music:	Smashing Pumpkins

War and Writing
Negligence seems to get worse with time. My poor LJ, I apolagise. I'd blame it on School Holidays causing siblings to buzz around me and destroy my work atmosphere, but the 'work atmosphere' is more associated with writing for Hyper & Total Gamer, as well as trying to start drawing again and looking into getting Dream out there.

So; news of note: The music video I made out of Dream's footage as a supplementary piece has, as far as is currently know, found itself in an Oz Digital Shorts section of this year's Sydney Film Festival. My first actual feature – coming in at a happy seven pages – got published in Hyper, and I hold the still-unreleased next issue with my Chibi-Robo review in it beside me. That's all rather neat, methinks, even if I did manage to write 'Hiromi' instead of 'Hitomi' in the Escaflowne bit of the Anime & Gaming feature. Hopes to move to the UK for a few months was also expressed to the Gamiko crew, although I'm suffering mild passport problems at present. If all goes well, that stuff will still be sorted out this week. Actually started propper on that website of mine too. Go click it: stuff may come up!
With Anzac day taking place recently, I did my typical thing of not actually realising it until I woke up and my radio-alarm told me. What a true blue bloody patriot I am. I did find it interesting, that when visiting a family friend to have my (British) passport app checked out, I noticed that her kids were holding a Halo 2 LAN. It seems that not much mindset has changes since such wars: teenage males still hail bravado, and see shooting at each other as a great chance for showboating and enjoyment.

God help them: they were only nineteen.

Naturally, I ended up joining the gamer later that afternoon after knocking over some other commitments. Past that, caught up with Dru again on Wednesday, and traveled into the city come Thursday. This saw me at last have cause to drop by the Hyper & Total Gamer offices, which was rather neat. The new issue had only just been printed, so the vibe was quite relaxed, with Wilks watching one-legged DDR videos, and Cam procrastinating on his Tomb Raider playguide. Can't say I blame him – I wouldn't want to have finished that game three times already, either. Got a chance to read the first ever issue while I was there, infamous virtual sex article included. Had lunch with the editor of Total Gamer after that, came to several agreed points-of-view, and then went into town to kill a couple of hours. Somewhere in all of that I also acquired a copy of Ape Escape 3, which I may have time to play some day. Maybe.

So, Thursday night. It's been a while since I'd been to a Glasshouse recording, over a year in-fact, so the ABC Ultimo studio seemed shiny and new and stuff. I wasn't there for The Glasshouse, however, but rather The Chaser. This may have been short, but it was absolutely golden. Picture if you will Sunrise, your typical housewife friendly morning news and chat program. Picture Chris Taylor on it, promoting his show, but taking an opportunity at the end of it. After checking that the show was indeed live, he mentioned his (fictional) partner Jo who never misses the show, and asked if he could send a message out to her. Naturally, with sudsy glee the presenters gave an immediate go-ahead. Turn to camera, stare into it: Jo I'd just like to take this opportunity to say, here on this broadcast, get the FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!!

Best thing that has happened to Australian television. Ever.