Thursday, February 08, 2007
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I knew this would happen. I'd open up with rush of enthusiasm and submit post after post tickled by my own ingenuity and sparkling wit - has there ever been such a highly polished ego mirror as a blog? - before realising that regular posting was a lot more of a drudge than I thought and grinding to halt. Pretty much like writing scripts for a living.
And now I'm in actual real life work mode, rather than swanning about town doing lovely meetings and having lots of treats (you know what? As I'm up the Filth* and have an hour to spare, why don't I treat myself to a nice lunch? Mm, yes, why don't I. I could add to the whole experience by staring out of the window and cultivating a thoughtful, writerly look to impress my fellow diners.**), I need to spend the time doing proper procrastination, like filing and making urgent stationery purchases.
So I'm forging ahead with the beat sheet for the Top Secret Project, which isn't as Top Secret as it was before Peter Fincham blabbed to a member of the press, but which is still excitingly confidential. And up the Filth today for more meetings, which will be fun.
I might even have lunch.
*Dirty old London TAAHN
** who are thinking 'why's that twat staring out the window with a slightly pained look on his face? Maybe he should think about visiting the lavatory.'
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The Top Secret Project will be Ashes To Ashes then? Oops, secret's out.
Rumbled. Again. However, I shall continue to refer to it as the Top Secret project because it makes me feel important.
- " ...and submit post after post tickled by my own ingenuity and sparkling wit - has there ever been such a highly polished ego mirror as a blog?" -
Probably not.
Everybody sitting at a computer screen is alone. Everybody sitting at a computer screen is at the centre of the world. Everybody sitting at a computer screen, increasingly, wants everything to be all about them. This is our first glimpse of what people who grow up with the net will want from the net. One of the cleverest things about MySpace is the name.
Taken from:
http://media.guardian.co.uk/newmedia/story/0,,1940105,00.html
Correctly observed Mark. However, does that mean, that those who read blogs are the Internet equivalent of the reality-show obsessed Big Brother audience?
Those of us with an interest in screenwriting, I'm sure you'll agree, only watch Big Brother to study the group dynamics in action. And we only read blogs to learn and compare notes.
- It's everybody else who's insecure. I think, well maybe...
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