boreders

I’m sitting in the garden right now writing this blog entry, having already twittered, Boo’d and updated my Facebook status.

Despite approaching social networking with uncertainty from the outset, I now embrace Facebook, Twitter and similar outpourings like old friends. In many respects they are just that. I chat with more old school friends and ex-work colleagues than ever before. Yes, some of those “friends” are tenuous, but I do know them from Adam (something Facebook members with thousands of friends certainly can’t say!).

The business of social networking induces me to chat regularly, if only with myself. I should write more and I should write regularly… and this may be a reasonable route in to achieving that. A dozen Tweets in a day is more than I have likely set down to paper in the last week on any creative projects. It shouldn’t be that way, but small steps might make all the difference.

I now Tweet as @boreders, Facebook as myself, and Boo too! Boo is basically audio twittering or blogging, which allows for a little more spontaneous content generation. I allow my mouth to do all the talking (funnily enough).

I’d like to find any angle on this outpouring now to make more of it… So, if anyone has any clever ideas they’d care to share, I’d love to hear from you!

I’ve just been watching a new episode of Bones, and realized it isn’t very good. Oh, I like the concept well enough, the characters within the ensemble, the witty banter, and more than one of the actresses. However, I find the stories deeply unsatisfying.

If I watch a detective series, I want to stand a cat-in-hell’s chance of solving the crime myself, with or before the characters. I have found, of late, that too many episodes have murderers who were at best extras with a fleeting influence on the story or hinge on evidence so flimsy as to be laughable. In a recent episode where a guy died in a safari reserve, it turned out the killer was a nurse at the victim’s hospital we heard in passing 10 minutes into the story and then not again until the conclusion. I might need to review the content of the episode, but I’m sure there was nothing that would have allowed you to pin the crime on her from facts gleaned in the story. Really, I could be wrong, but if I’m not feeling satisfied, then it isn’t really working as planned. In the last episode, they listed dozens of substances that might have left a false positive on a forensic test, then latched onto pond scum – which linked the crime to one of three characters… Despite the fact one of the other substances being cleaning fluid. Daft!

I may just stick to reading the books… They seem to make more sense.

I’m trying to do something restful, something that will take my mind off the headache. So, seeing as I want to try some D&D soon, I thought I’d paint some miniatures.

Out come the paints, the geeky paint station, the brushes and files, and epoxy glue. It takes time and I’m little more than an enthusiastic amateur, so the end result is never going to win any competitions.

Indeed, I envy those who have spent the time honing they’re craft and can recreate the Mona Lisa on a 1cm diameter shield without breaking a sweat. When White Dwarf published the annual Golden Demon award supplement with miniature masterworks by the score, I gaze in wonder.

Anyway, I’ll just do the best I can and glean a moment of calm from the experience. That’ll do just fine for me.

As happens on an irregular basis, I have gone for a complete reformatting of the boreders themes. I always like to try something a little different, ideally something at a tangent to whatever went before. So, I have cast aside the garish orange of the last theme and gone for a something subdued and minimalist.

I will likely tweak the style and graphics before I’m done. The base style has no images at all, so there’s room for quite a bit of tweaking if I feel inclined.

Despite years of training and a wealth of on the job experience, there is only so much a doctor can tell you if you turn up with a sore head. The brain doesn’t feel pain – all nerve receptors and no endings, or something like that – so a sore head means something else is wrong.

I have had a headache since last Tuesday. My head contains a dull pulse of discomfort, crowning my skull like earmuffs of pain. The ache extends from temple to temple, and at irregular intervals the pain expands outwards. To make my day really interesting, my aching has a friend. There’s a disorientation, a fizziness of the thoughts and perception. On Tuesday when I felt unwell initially, that fuzziness made me delay the hour long commute home from work. Fuzzy vision and motorway driving probably don’t mix.

So, having visited the doctor today I have been reassured there is nothing seriously wrong. However, the best suggestions were non-specific muscular or stress-related problems. Take an ibruprofen and get some rest. If it doesn’t get better in a week, come back. Here’s hoping.