Life Through God’s Sunglasses is my housemate’s blog and is everything a blog should be.  It’s updated regularly with short structured, sometimes topical, posts that share a common theme.  Unfortunately you’re not reading that, you’re reading scribbleboy.co.uk where we laugh in the face of brevity and relevance.

The following post is collection of the things cluttering my head that I’m throwing up here because the blog is hungry.

Birmingham

This weekend I went to Birmingham for an extended family bonding session.  I got my sister Breaking Dawn as a birthday present (she’s already read the other three so it was too late to save her) and she got me Dylan on Dylan, a collection of interviews with the man himself prefaced by a very wordy introduction.  A picture of Bob smoking a cigarette and looking like a melancholy raven stares back at you from the cover.

I spent two days following my sister around clothes shops in search of a pair of pants we never found.

Skins Series Three

Skins series one and two were impressive.  They captured the lifestyle, styling and philosophy of a generation using witty dialogue, an attention to detail and an eclectic soundtrack.  Skins series three has replaced the cast we loved with an obnoxious bunch of runts.  Cook is a psychopath, Freddie is wet and JJ is like Hugh Grant but without the looks or charisma.

On the girls’ team we have stuck-up Naomi, the boring twins and Pandora, who obviously landed on her head when she fell out of her Enid Blyton novel.

In the eye of this storm stands the omniscient and ineffable Effy Stonem proving that, no matter how much the government try, smoking is still cool.  I might even write a review when I’ve watched more than two episodes.

Religion

My Athiest Bible Study has come to a grinding halt as I realise that to summarise even the first two pages I’ll need to do further reading on creationism, the big bang, dinosaurs, evolution, the fall of Satan and the chronology of the Bible.  If anyone wants to suggest books for my reading list you are more than welcome.

I cannot understand why God (who is everything) would create the world (something else), to me this suggests that something is lacking in his character.  He then creates man in his own image, which seems rather vain, and gives him a very limited choice; follow me or die.

Going to wrap this section up with something my sister said the other day (otherwise it will just grow ranty and offensive); “It’s not that I dislike God, it’s just that he doesn’t speak to me.”

Life

Looking back over the past few years I see that I flourish in a particular environment; it is a highly structured, high pressure environment with clear deadlines.  The deadlines are near and the rewards are short term.  (Notice how I described the complete opposite of university there).

With this in mind, from next week I will be commuting daily to the Totem Film offices to write the emails I’ve been promising them.  Forcing structure into my life will hopefully lead to productivity; more emails written, more jobs applied for, more challenges completed, more sentences for Deadline.

Deadline

Antonio’s blog entry, Deadline Explained,  might help you understand the project better.  He descibes it as “something that isn’t as fast-paced, where there’s no rush to get it all done, just to sit back and let it happen.” which is funny when you’re being harassed on a daily basis for more words :P

Government Advertisements

Hunter S. Thompson once said;

What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation.

I would add as an amendment to this that nowadays television probably isn’t a good idea either.  The anti-drugs propaganda has become so trippy that only by taking drugs could you understand it (The Talk to Frank advert is one of the more bizarre adverts I’ve seen) and other adverts, supposedly put together for my benefit, are little better.

Speeding drivers wander through worlds populated by the corpses of dead children; children live in fear, not of clowns or spiders, but of their parents dying of lung cancer and eating anything from the fridge will kill you dead.

The government should reprint the Keep Calm and Carry On poster (thanks Gingell) and use the saved money to tackle the reason everyone is bingeing on pints, pills and pies, namely that we are speeding towards a future in which there is no money and no jobs.