Sometimes you reckon you are good for another few hours activity when you’re not. You don’t feel it at the time, but it gets you the next day. That was the story of today for me. Too little sleep after the aftermath weekend and then hit with tube delays. Turned up bleery eyed and with new found cold, to spend the day struggling with the little details. No sir we can’t give you money without photo id at the bank and then trouble in the form of projects not worth going for. Some days you have to realise you’re not going to get anywhere and once I did that things chilled out. A restful evening, a bit of light filmage, and then the unavoidable reasoning that early to bed can repair you for the morning. Rest, sleep, move again.
Just wanted to add as an additional “turned out nice again” George Formby style addition to the progress relayed below, that bolo.org.uk is now on the first page if you search ‘bolo’ on google uk and at the start of the second if you search google us style. Like the bit of graffiti on the garage next to where I used to live I can only proclaim – Coolio.
On the down side, I’ve noticed of late (perhaps as a result of the above news) some pikey type casino spam monkeys have decided that their best method of advertising is to leave their sordid links as comments on the posts in bolo. Fortunately, my inbuilt boloist protection has so far spotted them coming from a mile off and posted their offerings directly into a small container marked ‘poo’. However, it may only be a matter of time….. Get back you swine, get back.
Yeah so it’s been a few days of ups and downs, hard work, triumph, plum-baits and the usual routine of trying to move ever upwards through the forces of inertia.
What can I say about the plum baits? The ex-girlfriend who popped up to tell me that a substantial amound of the straight set at uni were meeting for the weekend for a reunion. Momentary sharp pang of indignation, for where was my embossed invitation? Nowhere blad, too many harsh recriminations for that and a case of delegating a set of friends to one party when two people split up. Still, why did she tell me that and why did she pop up that precise moment as I sweated it across London on an early morning Northern Line train? A sure sign that I should leave the early mornings well alone.
But why was I sweating it across London and why was I up so early. It was because this week saw the emergence of two polar opposites as deadlines came down and the weasels jumped ship, hopefully for their strength to fail somewhere 200 yards off the shore. One opposite, the person I had hired to deliver some work, to provide programming nous that I lacked. Where was he when the chips came down, and the client popped up insisting that Monday was the day for me to finish a giant and noticeably incomplete project? Nowhere, that’s where. Not contactable by phone, email, blog or smoke signal. A real fucking letdown. But no matter because into the fray stepped his opposite, legendary programming genius Kuga Flak to dispense his own brand of high speed coding solution, to scoop me and my design pal out of the doldrums and deliver us with a chance of making the deadline again. Words can’t sum up how much I appreciate this help from a good friend.
So we had a chance again. Not much chance, but at least used to that I suppose. Work through the night, work through the day, stop for maroot, get going again.
It looks like we might just make it, but perhaps I won’t speak too soon. Just check out this website if you want to see the focus of our endeavours, nearly turned round and gleaming.
And what else? What else happened today? Well I guess this part’s the light at the end of the tunnel, perhaps the proof that the pudding’s worth making (or baking?). More work on the horizon and therefore the imminent possibility that the first three months of the soon to be realised part-time dream are paid for, possible, and spent with head held high.
Apologies for the slight break in communication. Oddly at a time when I find myself a little too busy to write up what’s happening, I find it’s a time when I have most to say. Suffice to say that the last few days have been pretty eventful and if I get the chance, which I might just do soon, I will have some stuff to write about, fools to lampoon, heroes to celebrate and another few grey hairs. Ya
Sometimes you reckon you are good for another few hours activity when you’re not. You don’t feel it at the time, but it gets you the next day. That was the story of today for me. Too little sleep after the aftermath weekend and then hit with tube delays. Turned up bleery eyed and with new found cold, to spend the day struggling with the little details. No sir we can’t give you money without photo id at the bank and then trouble in the form of projects not worth going for. Some days you have to realise you’re not going to get anywhere and once I did that things chilled out. A restful evening, a bit of light filmage, and then the unavoidable reasoning that early to bed can repair you for the morning. Rest, sleep, move again.
On the down side, I’ve noticed of late (perhaps as a result of the above news) some pikey type casino spam monkeys have decided that their best method of advertising is to leave their sordid links as comments on the posts in bolo. Fortunately, my inbuilt boloist protection has so far spotted them coming from a mile off and posted their offerings directly into a small container marked ‘poo’. However, it may only be a matter of time….. Get back you swine, get back.
Yeah so it’s been a few days of ups and downs, hard work, triumph, plum-baits and the usual routine of trying to move ever upwards through the forces of inertia.