I'm at a loss, as I have been so many times before. Flickfeast is down and out for the time being and I have time on my hands and my hands on a keyboard. I also have a head full of frustrations so Facebook isn't really the place to be putting down a lot of tourettes style fuck shit pissing wankers whereas here may very well just let me do that.
What a day, what a day. So many things just popping into my head. How much I miss just being able to pop on to a website that houses all of my movie reviews (do I start placing a number of them here? Is that a good idea? I doubt it, one little blog could never get so much traffic and great work invested by such a good team). How much I miss finding new stuff that I love - sitting around and feeling a bit down this evening I also realised that my tastes are the same ones defined by the time I had reached about 18 years old. My musical tastes - Stones, Beatles, The Doors, Creedence, Nirvana, Led Zep, G 'n' R, etc, my movie tastes - anything horror still remains my preference, my comic tastes - will anyone ever come along to take over where the great Bill Hicks left off?
So it sucks. But what sucks more is knowing that there's more in my head stuck almost 20 years in the past. Fuck me, I still have story ideas gestating that I remember starting to work on when I was a late teen. You'd think that after a wealth of life experiences and misadventures these things would be usurped by newer sensations but nooooooooooooooo. The creative cycle or just immaturity? I will just have to find out whenever the wheels start turning.