Yet Another Graphomaniacs Compendium
Thursday, June 12, 2008

Blues Bar Dialogue circa April 1993.




JB: Sorry. I've just woken up!

JC: ZZZ Ain't nothing like sleep for a black sheep!

JB: I go out at lunch time, get very drunk, sleep till 9.45, wake up
find a message from my mother on the answerphone "Oh, Jon, where are
you", then go to the pub for another drink, emm?

JC: Story of a life! I like the socks you are wearing!

JB: Yes, but it took me 5 minutes longer to get here trying to find my
glasses.

JC: But you are here in time to claim your free beer!

JB: Free? I've been saving up for it..

JC: It's strange to see you looking like you might be happy - a visage
last clapped eyes upon millelenia ago!

JB: Happy? Guilty of all the crimes this century has commited maybe,
happy? A moribund euphoria.

JC: Forgive me for mentioning it, I should have known better.

JB: Decadence before the fall.

JC: It's not just you, Jon Bainbridge. Take a look around you. This is
a lustful and demented planet and we are all happily going to hell!

Labels:

posted by John Connors at
Thursday, June 12, 2008

0 comments
Saturday, June 07, 2008

From my notebook 04/04/91



I remember waking up and thinking "that was a good dream". Now I can't remember what it was that I dreamt. It pisses me off that I'm so creative in my dreams yet when I wake I cannot seem to find any coherent images of metaphors that have not been used one thousand times.


My dreams all seem to be of travelling and changing, yet in real life I get nowhere!


"Travelling and falling, these are the best dreams you can have." This, accoording to the Senoi, the dream - tribe via Le Guin.


What lies at the end of dreams? Life is a cul-de-sac with a decidedly dead end...not a very good metaphor, but..from the nipples of the mother-goddess flow the milk of life.


An even worse metaphor, then..

Labels:

posted by John Connors at
Saturday, June 07, 2008

1 comments

Sunday Afternoon Porno Video



1 Switching on



The buzzing of phosphor dots re-arranging themselves
madden the senses like the hum of a thousand flies.
They attempt to escape the surface of the screen
but they are stuck in the skin of a steaming turd,
that enfolds them and congeals as it solidifies.


2 Switching off



The listless eyes absorb the sophistry of simulated sleaze
the bored ears attend each mindless moan
A screen of pulsing and panting, signifying nothing,
Until just before a false little death
silence slices through the last theatrical groan...

Labels:

posted by John Connors at
Saturday, June 07, 2008

0 comments

From my notebook: 08/03/91



My refusal to indulge in secondary process thinking lead swiftly to insanity...not at all wise was it? All this isms pique my ire: situationalism, feminism, Stalinism, Internationalism. Ismism is the interlocked disease of our time, the intellectual equivalent of cheap clothes made by sweatshop labour.


Ok I've been a total shit to Katrina and must apologize. To conflate physical beauty with vapidity and vanity seems a particularly obtuse mistake for a epistemologist to make.


I'm not really a writer just an lexical auditor with pretensions to becoming experimental epistemologist.


Periphasis. A word to conjure with.


Conversation with Tom Alexander:

John: How well do you know Damien?

Tom: Too well.

..

Tom: A lot of very talented people, like Katrina.

John: (surprise) Katrina!?

Tom: She's got the motivation. That's 50%..



Rising conflict can be built out of attack and counter-attack. Rhythm and contrast. Look for those things everywhere, they are bedrock basics.


Nick Pollard: As a writer, beer is better.

So, why do I have heartburn?


North, fifty seven, peristalsis. Nine, six, five, clime, slime. Rhymye.


Claim nothing for your own or you will reap what is sown.


Note that there is hope. The Tories just got the Judith Hanna treatment in the recent by-election. Good. Flush turds down the pan, they belong in the sewers with the rats.


My ancestors were wise: "Don't give a man a sword until he knows how to dance."


Rites of passage. Time to drop the old things and go on.


I was bitter, introverted, socially gauche. This hasn't changed much. Also, slightly obnoxious to women. That's changed. Now, I'm really obnoxious to women.

Labels:

posted by John Connors at
Saturday, June 07, 2008

0 comments
The Journal



A miscellany of topics that intersest me: deaf culture, game design, politics as soap opera, the cyborg condition and the experience of learning to hear again. Other topics presented are speculative fiction and imaginary cities. There are appearences of snippets of work in progress, public rants, pointless posts and Mish the Mouse.




The Writer

A lower middle class cyborg living an innocous life in a suburban village near Newcastle On Tyne, in the United Kingdom. Mostly autobiographical and creative notes posts and musings on the topic du jour.


Archives

05/01/2001 - 06/01/2001
06/01/2001 - 07/01/2001
07/01/2001 - 08/01/2001
08/01/2001 - 09/01/2001
09/01/2001 - 10/01/2001
11/01/2001 - 12/01/2001
12/01/2001 - 01/01/2002
01/01/2002 - 02/01/2002
02/01/2002 - 03/01/2002
03/01/2002 - 04/01/2002
04/01/2002 - 05/01/2002
05/01/2002 - 06/01/2002
06/01/2002 - 07/01/2002
07/01/2002 - 08/01/2002
08/01/2002 - 09/01/2002
09/01/2002 - 10/01/2002
10/01/2002 - 11/01/2002
11/01/2002 - 12/01/2002
12/01/2002 - 01/01/2003
01/01/2003 - 02/01/2003
03/01/2003 - 04/01/2003
05/01/2003 - 06/01/2003
06/01/2003 - 07/01/2003
07/01/2003 - 08/01/2003
08/01/2003 - 09/01/2003
09/01/2003 - 10/01/2003
11/01/2003 - 12/01/2003
12/01/2003 - 01/01/2004
01/01/2004 - 02/01/2004
02/01/2004 - 03/01/2004
06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004
07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004
09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004
10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004
11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004
12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005
01/01/2005 - 02/01/2005
02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005
04/01/2005 - 05/01/2005
05/01/2005 - 06/01/2005
07/01/2005 - 08/01/2005
08/01/2005 - 09/01/2005
09/01/2005 - 10/01/2005
10/01/2005 - 11/01/2005
11/01/2005 - 12/01/2005
01/01/2006 - 02/01/2006
02/01/2006 - 03/01/2006
05/01/2006 - 06/01/2006
07/01/2006 - 08/01/2006
08/01/2006 - 09/01/2006
09/01/2006 - 10/01/2006
12/01/2006 - 01/01/2007
01/01/2007 - 02/01/2007
02/01/2007 - 03/01/2007
08/01/2007 - 09/01/2007
09/01/2007 - 10/01/2007
12/01/2007 - 01/01/2008
06/01/2008 - 07/01/2008
08/01/2008 - 09/01/2008
01/01/2010 - 02/01/2010
04/01/2011 - 05/01/2011
09/01/2012 - 10/01/2012
10/01/2012 - 11/01/2012


Links

Videogame Theory

Apolyton

Game Matters

Common Ground Sign Dance

Krazy Kat Theatre

Computing for Poets

The Langauge Construction Kit

Lemonodor: mostly Lisp

Twisted Matrix

Christopher Jam

Shrydars Blog

Linux Game Development Centre

Starlines

The Rise and Fall of My First Novel

Real Writers Bounce

Mela (designer of this blog)

CyberTarp

Mish The Mouse's Blog

Listed on BlogShares

News Feeds

atom feed

Technorati

Blogroll


Adverts



Powered by Blogger

Designed by mela | Image from stock.xchng | Image hosted by CyberTarp