It is the evening again, midnight is fast approaching on this day of 23 hours, thank you very much British Summer Time. The Moon was just a silver dash clinging to the different dark of the Lunar Night. I've been busy, I've been away, twice I think, but I cannot be sure, and I've not bothered myself to do any art in a while. I have however been writing, a little, however each time I have written something I have basically advanced a completely different narrative. And not drawn any together in the slightest. So now there are some 10+ things to be finished on top of all the other stuff I gotta do. And one thing I gotta do is I gotta clean.

Probably one of the most annoying aspects of my personality is my nature when it comes to cleaning up and organising. See I know where everything I have is, exactly, down to things I haven't used in 5 years, if someone were to ask where is was I could get it or even describe where it is to be found with ridiculous accuracy. Part of how this is achieved is my nature to rigourously archive and organise. When I eat M&Ms the little bastards get segregated by colour and counted before they get eaten. But this takes a lot of time, with say even a half pound bag or whatever the big ones are you get in the cinema where there may be some 200 chocolates moving them all into little lines can take a while. But this is nothing to my books. Oh my the books. I have many books and they had been stacking in various places for quite sometime, so that when a week ago I decided to organise them and laid them out the piles stacked a good foot high over about 4ft square of my floor. The problem with my organisation is that if the shit don't get finished when I start, it don't get finished. So now I have a large pile of books unorganised. Eventually the Compulsion will come. And I will finish up. But until them I'm avoiding it like the plague.

So with this time not spent in productive things I've been living a very weird nostalgia trip. I'm not old enough for this stuff to happen, but it happens more and more now. Shows like Galactica get me thinking of my childhood. RDM also worked on DS9 a show that I loved most of all Star Trek shows and one that I seem to be watching more and more recently, and more obviously I get to remembering the old show, that I watched a ridiculous amount of times considering when I was born to the point where I kind of miss the old Sci-Fi Channel that seemed to only air shows made before 1980.

I also spent yesterday with some old friends and we inevitably got to playing Starcraft. The old bird is ten years old now, but I'll be damned if you'll show me a better RTS that you can set up a LAN for in 20 minutes. We've been playing SC for so long and even though we were all out of practise old tactics came quickly to bare and those Carriers done good. Continuing the old times going, when I got home from theirs I blew into the F-Zero cartridge, slammed it into the N64, rapidly discarding Star Fox, cranked the machine to life and set about beating some Time Attack records. This ridiculous impulse came after watching the F1 Grand Prix where I discovered that new this season the cars have a battery powered Booster called KERS or somethings similar giving each car a 6 second boost once a lap. Once this information was fed into my head, from some dark corner a deep robotic voice hollered "You got Boost Power!" and I knew I must play.

And I'm taking mi padre to see The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly at an actual cinema tomorrow. Crazy nostalgia, almost (for the fourth time this Journal) R-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s.

I should stop using ridiculous, or at least remember how to spell it first time. Varenukha out.