And now Oban is a year old. She decided to start walking the other day. She's pretty much in charge.
I'm eating M&Ms. They taste about right but the colours are all wrong. Like moss green and beige. Is this a thing? Have you kids heard of this or am I a victim of fraud once again?
Life is pretty good. Moved again but I still have noisy neighbours. It usually sounds like some sort of African civil war is happening upstairs.
That's a still of Keira Knightley from the short film my brother and I have finally finished called the Suicide Brothers. Things are starting to get pretty interesting with the work we do. As always go to B. Bros for deets. Bookmark that site and here's our twitter and my twitter if you're into that shit because, um... Good luck nice people of LJ. It's been grand. Keep in touch!
Arran: Waiting? For.... oh! Right. O.K. Have a seat over there.
Satan: Come on, you can sit here next to me.
Do you ever just think, 'Wow. Beethoven was a real dude. Rockefeller was a baby and then he grew up and became Rockefeller?' Knowwhaddameeeen?...
Then you think, 'What the fuck am I doing with my life!? I'm not doing enough! Jesus already turned himself into the most famous zombie ever by the time he was my age!'
Then you look at the guy that just pissed in the seat next to you on the bus and you think, 'Could be worse.'
Anyway, as I was writing emails today I noticed that my typing is getting faster. I'm like jdkaiudhihwfdu838. So I thought I would take advantage of it to do some updating.
FIRST of all Kelly and I are having a baby. She is already 41/2 months rounder. Talk about working fast.
Tomorrow we have the scan that should tell us if it's a boy or a girl and hopefully that everything is going well with the little bun and with the oven.
Ya. It pretty much doesn't get more exciting than that. So if you thought I was inspired before then... well just... now I am really inspired with an extra touch of something else... Fear?
How can something the size of a large potato give you fear? That coming from a guy that is terrified of walnuts. Actually, now that I think of it there is something scary about a potato...
I'm ruining this update! The point is, I'm going to be a daddy! And I think I will be okay at it. I mean Kelly is the kids mum, so how can I go wrong? Know what I mean?
Also, Corran and I are making sort of a big, short film and things are going well with that. That's another a big, baking bun for me, so keep an eye on brownleebrothers.com
It feels like I have a million stories to tell. Good is beating Evil with a score of about 6-2. And that's with a totally corrupt ref. even!
Here is a note I left for myself:
Trouble Skank! Sleeps -- 2007
I think it might have been a bit of graffiti I saw scrawled on the train or something.
I leave so many strange notes for myself. Sleep well Trouble Skank. I'm very awake in 2008 and all is well.
This was taken in the summer, when Kelly and I were looking for a wedding venue. We found one... then we got married.
I have a lot of catching up to do over the next little while here.
I also need to find a new flat to live in by December 1st! Keep your eyes open for us would you? We are looking for something dreamy, roomy, in a perfect London location- you know, something central- overlooking the river type-thing, with lots of light and it would be nice if it was cheap. That's all.
By the way I hate my livejournal almost as much as I hate flat hunting in London. Yay! But I love my wife. Updates as soon as I get myself caught up... but probably on brownleebrothers.com God wants me to delete this LJ real bad.
I was listening to Chopin Nocturnes. But then suddenly Deerhoof's Milk Man comes on and snaps me out of my shit. I need to get out of the house. Nothing deep, I just need to get some things from the shop.
It's raining. It has been raining all day. Maybe I'll go out dressed only in toilet paper and see if I can get myself stabbed to death. Just kidding. As if I could do that. We're out of toilet paper.
Do you think about galaxies when you look at dust floating in afternoon sun rays? I do. Dust is like 90% human skin... and we are made up of star stuff after all... Maybe the universe is just a lot of afternoon dust to someone... and the big bang was just somebody fluffing their pillow.
This bee was kind of furry and cute. Ya and he'd sting your fucking face off for you.
But he's dead now I bet, for it has been cooooold the last couple of days.
Yup. I would say we are on about "6" on the countdown to glorious deletion. Yippieeeeeeeeeeeeee! I hate my live journal. It makes me physically ill to look at it. Yay!
I should REALLY be sleeping right now as things are starting to get crazy work wise for Corran and I again, but I'm not sleepy. So what I'm actually doing is draining a bottle of red wine and watching NBA Action.
We don't get a lot of NBA action round these parts...
Or I could just bore myself to sleep. Yup. It worked. I'm a genius.
The big Bee is dead. And when you take the "b" out of "bzzzzz" what do you get?
I can't get Chicago by Sufjan Stevens out of my head. It keeps going round and round. Good song but OKAY, STOP NOW!
I had some warm milk. Who ever the first person was that thought of that was definitely killing some time in the wee hours of the night. I wonder what else that person warmed up. Probably everything in the pantry. A little warmed up pineapple juice maybe or some heated mustard. Hot grapes... I wonder what they would do.
Whoa! There is a giant prehistoric bug crawling up the drape beside my head. Nope, it's not a hallucination.
I was going to smash it but it is too big and meaty. It would have made a mess... and I didn't want its screams to wake up Kelly. So I put it in an empty cigar tube- the cigar I smoked on New Years Eve, which I spent at home, alone, happily contemplating life and slurping away on whisky. Anyhoo I opened the window and hurled the beast out of the tube and into the stormy night.
It almost blew back in, which reminds me of a nightmare I had once about a crotch eating parasite that disguised itself as a ball-point pen. When I tried to throw that one out a window it bounced back in and fell onto my lap. Nightmares can be such bullshit sometimes- like total rip off city. Like, AS IF IT WOULD BOUNCE BACK ONTO MY LAP!
I would be happy to have a nightmare right now if it meant I was asleep. Tomorrow is going to be a daymare.
Remember last year? I BARELY do! Last year is so... last year. So is saying "so last year."
ANYWAY, In the last days of last year I asked Kelly to marry me. She said yes, even though I totally don't deserve her. I don't care though! I'm getting away with it! She's mine!
This year we'll get married. In 2010 we shall rule the earth with our 18 children... How many children a year is that?
Every year gets better and better.
I'm happy. Are you?
There. I'm the last person on Live Journal to do a "New Years" post. We're done now!
...But for the record, this should be seen as my "I'm getting married" post anyway- not my "New Years" post. So...
Ya right buddy. Surrrrrrrrrrrrrrre you work for BT. You're not here to steal my secrets. Naaaaah. You're just a working Joe, trying to get by in this crazy old world. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
I don't know about you people, but I am not panicked. I am just alert. Very alert.
If you suspect it, report it. If you are suspected... Well I don't know what you do... run.
I have a cold. The worst of it is over but my ears are plugged up now. I'm also eating granola. So all I can hear is CRUNCH-CRUNCH-CRUNCH- but like somebody turned the treble down.
Winter is right around the corner. That tree across the street only has like 8 leaves on it.
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