RIGHTO, having had the pen & paper I labelled indispensable in that questionnaire some days ago, I've had time to ponder, muse, mull over, cogitate, examine, extracate and exhume thoughts of lasting value from my disordered mind. The full result is replicated in the following paragraph.
No, not this one, the one above this one and before the word "paragraph"-- don't you see it??!? There you go then. It's like that book I was going to publish, called The Innermost Thoughts of the Original Gledwood. Said title to be lovingly embossed upon hard covers for generations of readers to look upon and laugh at... This "lovingly" sandwiching about 200 pages of blank paper. The readers can add their own thoughts. And that book by any other title is called "blank notebook; unruled" or "artist's sketch book" but I doubt the publishers would stretch to nice enough paper to warrant the second; not with my name on the front ...
What WAS I going to say here? My mind has been turning over and over thoughts of abscesses:... ore, more to the point, MY abscess. It's getting a lovely soft head. And I have to go see the doctors who let me predict will NOT lance it and will prescribe flucloxacillin caps.
Aye here's the rub: let me say something INFLAMATORY to many people... STAR TREK IS CRAP.!!!
Before y'all rush to attack me in my commentary box, let me explain: as a kid in the 1970s/early 80s I loved the reruns of the original Star Trek with Mr Spock and Uhura and the minimalist Enterprise "boldly going where no man has gone b4". As well as being shot on beautiful film stock (so obviously NOT a cheap "videoey" picture), the whole thing had a delightully minimalist quality: no scenes full of extras, tightly plotted storylines, intriguing, convincing (to my 9 year-old self). I LOVED scifi at that age and my love of REAL Star Trek is one rare carry-over from that time to this ... Contrast with Next Generation Voyager rubbish Mother Hubbard and so many of my friends disappointingly not only tolerate but actually seem to like (they are not "trekkies" either). I cannot abide some of the ridiculous extras with Cornish pasties stuck to their heads. And Cap'n Kirk- sorry Luc Picard/whatever he calls himself walks past these people without cracking up laughing. Do they have a bakery on set to replace the sagging patties come mid-morning fag break? The whole thing has been drastically changed in character from stark/minimalist to over-busy with obviously lushious production values and even a glossy kind of technicolour character to the picture. Sorry but I so much preferred the Original true Star Trek. If I'm going to invest any force of imagination into someone else's fantasy, I'm sorry but it has to be well thought-out and thoroughly conceived, not to mention CONVINCING. As it is, I find the average children's TV puppet show like THE HOOBS more impressive than New Star Trek.
Now you can all rant at me in the comments box. Let's be 'aving yer. Come on!
mull over, ponder, make a pong, muse, consider
PS Click here to see baby Japanese Hornet grubs eating dead honeybees. Gross!!!
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