The northlondonhippy

Archive for January 7th, 2006

The one true genius of the 21st cen­tury is now open for business.

I mean me, of course.

Why am I the one true genius of the 21st century?

Sim­ple, because I know that I don’t know every­thing and I never will. That makes me smarter than your par­ents; I bet they’re real know-it-alls! They don’t know dick!

Nei­ther do I, but I’m hon­est about it. So take that, fuckers!

I’m just fill­ing time, in my night, on this blog and in my life. My life remains in a hold­ing pat­tern, I’m still cir­cling the air­port and when I’ll touch­down is anyone’s guess.

Remem­ber I went on and on that 2005 was the year of the hippy? I lied, but I’m com­ing clean now.

I really thought 2005 was going to be my year. All the signs were there, it was look­ing good. So where did I go wrong?

If I had the answer to that one, my fine feath­ered fuck­ers, I’d be in a posi­tion not to repeat my mis­takes. We’re all doomed to repeat­ing our mis­takes eternally!

But this hippy’s per­sis­tent and it takes more than a bad year (decade? life­time??) to dis­cour­age me! That’s why I decided this blog will live on! I’m still for­mu­lat­ing a big re-launch though and as soon as I know what form that will take, I’ll let all my hip­py­fans know!

The pod­cast idea didn’t really work out, but hey, maybe I should give it another try. Half my prob­lem was I recorded it with a PC’s shitty inter­nal micro­phone, which did my nov­elty hippy-voice no favours. Per­haps I’ll try again with my bet­ter kit.

But will that make a dif­fer­ence? Fuck knows. Maybe I’m just rubbish?

Bull­fuck­ing­shit! I’m any­thing but rub­bish! I’m a future god to all!

If only! I should be your god (not that old shit again), because I’d be a great god! I already know what you’re thinking….that hip­py­cock is very suckable!

In your dreams!

I’ve logged in and blogged on with no set agenda. This is just me say­ing, “hey fuck­ers, I’m still alive!” Wanna feel my pulse?

I’m still hop­ing for a break­through this year and I’ve got a cou­ple of things planned that might actu­ally take off.

The prob­lem with being a media whore like myself is greed. I’m paid well when I work, I’m paid did­dly when I don’t. I need to work less, so I can work more, on the projects that mat­ter to me. Earn less now for a big­ger pay­day at some point in the future!

Isn’t that kind of how chris­tian­ity works? Live the hon­ourable life now for rewards in the after­life? I hope I don’t have to wait until I’m gone to be con­firmed as the one true genius of the 21st cen­tury. That would suck!

I’m actu­ally, really, truly work­ing on scripts for a tv series. Shh­h­hhh, don’t tell any­one. I know it’s a win­ner, but I need to con­vince some­one with some seri­ous cash to fund it. The only way that’s going to hap­pen is if I get the scripts to a point where I can show them to people.

But mark my words, if some­one does fund this one, I can promise you, you will hear about it. It will be pop­u­lar and more impor­tantly, it will make me lots of money. You’ll buy the DVD box set, won’t you?

I’m going to be 43 cunt­ing years old this month. My birthday’s soon and I’m dread­ing it. Aside from the fact that it’s the last year of my “early for­ties”, it’s just another reminder of lit­tle I’ve actu­ally accom­plished with my life.

That’s not totally fair, for if you met me, you’d think I was some­what hap­pen­ing. Just not enough for me to feel good about myself.

What am I talk­ing about, I never feel good about myself, unless I’m uncon­scious or some­thing equally fun. You have no con­cept of the depths of my per­sonal self-loathing. You’d need sonar to hit that par­tic­u­lar rock bottom!

What can I say? I’m a dreamer whose dreams refuse to die! Sure, my dreams may have a splut­ter­ing cough, but it’s not a death rat­tle, there’s still plenty of life left in them!

My prob­lems have always been sim­ple. I’ve got a decided lack of for­ti­tude; I rarely stick to any­thing. And when I do, another of my short­com­ings comes into play, namely my giant fear of rejection.

That’s a shitty combo, espe­cially if you want to write books and screen­plays and make films! There’s always some­one who will work harder and longer for less money!

But like I said, my dreams are alive. Over the years I’ve honed my skills as a drama­tist and author. I’m shit hot really, I just need the rest of world to dig what I do and that means putting some­thing out there!

I’ve taken some baby-steps in that direc­tion recently, but noth­ing sig­nif­i­cant. That’s going to change very soon; I’m set­ting my sights high and my phasers on fry. I’m tak­ing no fuck­ing prisoners!

I didn’t expect to come online and give myself a peptalk, but that’s what this is turn­ing into. My bullshit’s so con­vinc­ing, I’m even buy­ing it myself!

Whether some­thing good hap­pens for me or not this year, I can promise you this: In less than 50 years, I’ll be dust. Some­how, know­ing that makes suc­cess or fail­ure mat­ter that much less.

I never said I was sane, just like I never promised you a rose garden!

I beg your pardon?