So yeah, last night saw me very drunk and very drunk indeed. It’s been a busy week of working and sobriety and I figured drinking would be quite the adequate solution to it all. Certainly was and more. Maybe too much more, but hey, no pain no gain. Actually, it was Friday night that was a little too excessive in the drinking. Saturday was just a Dead Chris Day. Today, Sunday was a relapse into forgetting that the pains of Saturday existed.
But at least this Sunday wasn’t so bad for me. Working and being around people helped take my mind off such things that would otherwise be bad. A few years ago now, someone very dear to me was lost to this world. I question from time to time how I should really feel about this, but the fact is is that she was someone truly special and her passing was way too early and resonates a great sadness still to this day. Always, I will cherish your memory and think you to finally be at peace.
If my last post doesn’t make any sense, its because I was on medication. Really, really strong medication.
Had a wisdom tooth taken out today and prior to that, I was to take some Hypnovel before going in. Aparently this stuff is pretty strong and I wasn’t to drive and thats all fair enough. What I didn’t realise was how strong it was and the fact that my minders didn’t see it fit to make sure I was at least appropriately fit to go out.
I actually don’t remember much of what happened. The last solid memory I had was starting the prior blog post and then suddenly everything got all fuzzy halfway through writing. I don’t even remember writing the last of that post. Next thing I know, I’m wasted and sitting in the dentists chair and theres a needle being jabbed in my mouth and then it all goes fuzzy again. Then, I’m woken up in the reception room wearing a stupid old hat and holding a walking stick. Still drugged out of course, so this situation didn’t seem so ridiculous. I’m assuming this because I was reportedly singing a song about being driven home, whilst being driven home too.
And in the end, woke up a few hours later in my bed totally bewildered to be there, wisdom tooth missing and still feeling a little funny. Spent the rest of the night wondering if I was just tired, or if the after effects of the drug was still in place or something. But either way, my flatmates are being a little vauge on whether or not I did anything stupid or silly or regretable, as its all quite believable and for some reason, withholding information from me seems to always be an amusing past time for people. The bastards.
This may be an odd post. Feeling a bit funny at the moment and have just taken some pill…Hypnovel… which are to put me in state of, well, I’m not really sure what. Its supposed to be all a drunklike state or something. Right now I think I”m getting a little light headed and not quite focusing right, but then again I’m blogging right now. If it were me battling off five ninjas while still eating a taco, perhaps we’d get a better sense of whether or not these pills will work and whether or not I’m better off beating them with one hand tied behind my back, or two hands and a leg. Either would give a much better acurrate result.
Gotta go in half an hour. I think they might be working. Can’t drive aparently. Good advice too. but for now, we’ll just wait on the next post. Far more sober…. hopefully.
Been rocking the boring job recently. Video store work is such a drag but at least you get free movies and shit thats not out yet to preview. Problem is it’s the fucking school holidays at the moment and if there’s one thing you can garuantee, it’ll be the fact that the big rock has been moved and all the mongoloids come crawling out of the dark to feed and prey on humanity. And witnessing this stuff, your faith in our survival as an intelligent species goes right down the drain.
I’m not one to use this blog to vent personal world view frustrations on others, or let people know how miserable and dark my thinking of shit can be. I editorialise the hell out of myself to make sure this blog isn’t like that. But god damnit, aside from issues of global warming, world peace, creating a world class ninja college in my name, people got to get out more and do something like read a book. The idiots are winning.
That said, its been a bit of a fucked up day for me. The weather recently has been really bad with ridiculous amounts of rain going on. That, last night, combined with forgetting to take my nicotine patch off before going to bed, had me constantly waking up all night from a really bad nightmare. I’ve had nightmares where I’ve woken up screaming or short of breath and covered in sweat, but last night’s constant strings of nightmares were like this subtle blend of creeping doom and horror. Eventually I smartened onto my forgetting of the patch and took it off, but the nightmares kept happening, till eventually I woke up and its bright morning and I had a half minute debate with myself to get up or go back to sleep. Well, that’s not different to any other day, but this time, I was in a state of constantly positive thinking to go “hey, I’m gonna go to sleep and for sure, this next and final dream is gonna be a good one”. Constantly thinking this in my head like a mantra, I fall asleep again and it was actually a good dream. Don’t remember the details. Most of the time I’m pretty damn vague with remembering dreams, but I do remember feeling very safe and pleased that this time the dream was going well. Right up to the point where, like a weak plot twist, my dream does a backflip on me, throws me a disaster and reveals some weak fact that just totally turns to horror everything else I thought was good and decent about the dream. And I actually spent the rest of the dream trying to piece it all back together and make it all decent again, and failing miserably and exponentially, until eventually I woke up just pissed it happened again and worse off for the fact I suddenly forgot all the details. I really should keep a dream diary for some of this crazy shit sometimes. Ah well.
Anyway, much longer post than expected and totally in a different direction, so here’s a clip, actually, the opening clip of Uwe Boll’s new “flick of awesome, but not quite ninja awesome”: Postal. I’m actually hearing some good about it and I do just say some, which is not much, but at least more than any of his previous stuff. Actually, it’s probably more than anyones said of all of his previous stuff combined, but bitch be cool, I might actually give him another chance with this…
It was my first weekend off from any filming commitments and it was awesome. Not so awesome was the fact I didn’t really end up doing anything else. But hey, I’m not complaining.
Finally had a haircut on Friday and now my hair is like all tidy and shorter. It was actually a shock to the system as its pretty much the shortest its been all year and I’ve been systematically avoiding going to get haircuts because everything I go in, I always seem to ask for more cutting to go on than I usually intend. Probably because I can’t see shit while their cutting and I have to have my glasses off, but meh… it’s tidy. At least my mum will be happy.
But yeah, not a lot going on. This is one of those dull periods where I’ve really got nothing to blog about and it’s hard to consistently come up with something to post about. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go poke a wasps nest with a stick with a pissed off wolverine tied to the end. Maybe that’ll spark something interesting to blog about.
In the meantime, WIRED did an interview with my personal jebus Ridley Scott about his final ultimate rerelease of one of my all time favourite films Blade Runner and have you seen the Ultimate Collector’s Edition coming out? I’m like omgwtfbbq awesome. Anyway, interview can be read here.