One-Eyed Seagull

For those of you who weren't aware (i.e. most of you), I used to write this thing called The Monthly Scandal. You can read some of it here, and more will be uploaded with time.

It was conceived as a biting parody of celebrity gossip mags like Heat and those 'Real Life' magazines like That's Life and Pick Me Up. When writing TMS - and just for reference this would have been 3-5 years ago now - I would occasionally feel I had gone a little overboard, and written something that was just too silly. The one about Anna's quest is a good example of one that just relies on silly made-up words to be funny.

But even that one seems believable when you see some of the stories that actually wind up in these magazines. In W.H. Smith's earlier I was glancing over a display when one, I think it was called 'It's Fate' or something like that, caught my eye. There were a few odd headlines, but I think my favourite was this one:

ONE-EYED SEAGULL POSSESSES MY WRONGED ENEMY'S SPIRIT

Now I feel like I was a bit too reliant on gritty realism.

Joel.   

Self-Promotion

Ugh. We're only three days into Lent and already I can't think of anything to talk about. Everyone's already read every single Monthly Scandal, right? That was good, sometimes. It's weird that I called Pete 'Peter' in that last issue though.

But yeah, today marked the end of a rather torrid three-assignment week down at t'Atrium - Monday had me and two others giving a musicological presentation on Bjork, yesterday was a five-hour recording session (although I did bring Jelly Babies to that so it wasn't too terrible), and today was the deadline for our 1,500-word research proposal.

Which, had you knocked on my door at nine o' clock this morning, you would have found me rushing to finish. I could have probably done some work on it last night, but in my defense I'd just come out of a five-hour recording session and Tom and Josh were 'round and they were all like "Oooh Mario Party" and I just can't resist being a dick to Tom through the medium of N64 games so I did that and then I came last anyway so THAT was a huge waste of time.

Not that I'd left the essay 'til the last minute or anything; I was just being a little more daring than usual with my time management.

At any rate, I got it all done, bibliography and all, by about half past one, and Sarah and I promptly dashed (through the medium of a bus) to the Atrium, where I handed it in with time to spare. Sorted.

After that Sarah treated me to a film. We went to see Unknown, with Liam Neeson. I must admit that I was rather 'Taken' with it.

Oh Joel, do stop.

Joel.