An overriding hatred of planes and airports
Has fuelled this post. That hatred keeps me conscious while waiting in lines, going through customs, performing stupid security theatre movements, waiting in seats, standing in more lines, raging at stupid bovoid humans unable to get the hell out of the way, flying, eating horrible reconstituted synthesised microwaved refrigerated food, being unable to sleep, landing, waiting for more cattle to get the fuck out of the aisle, and then escaping to Singapore airport, home of free internet and XBox 360.
The last couple of weeks has been nuts. I haven’t blogged for ages. Been prolific with the work and art and design, but nothing has actually made it out into the web. I’m now on a 3 week holiday in Vietnam with Rach though, so I hope I’ll be able to give j.com a little love in between sleeping, eating, and not sitting at my desk for 12 hours at a time.
Gig last Friday was fantastic. I absolutely killed it and incidentally didn’t spill any conductive liquids on my laptop. Photos on inthemix seem to indicate that I don’t ever smile when I’m playing, but I’m having a blast, promise.
Rock.