Thursday 12th of April, 2001
Write long, meandering e-mails to mailing lists and immediately regret it. How wonderful that technology has given us the opportunity to embarrass ourselves more crushingly before a larger and more geographically diverse audience than ever before.
Viz this website.
Finish the Pratchett and immediately decide to read it again, if only to see how it looks when you know what's going to happen. I think he's getting better - there is an assuredness about the last few (fom Carpe Jugulum on) and I think he's getting into a new stride, if only because he has continuing subthemes (the rapid progress of technology - the Clacks and c-mail, the Igors and bio-engineering and the continuing cultural diversification of Ankh-Morpork) that engage him like the magic/nuclear power alignment of the early books. I probably ought to reread the "middle" ones I thought less of (Hogfather, Jingo and The Last Continent).
Actually, I really ought to read somebody else for a change. Perhaps even something wthout jokes.
(It took me years to wean myself off books with pictures in. I can't do without jokes as well.)
Again, I crash out at 4:00. Perhaps this has something to do with the fact that today, as yesterday, I ate the best part (that is to say everything apart from the paper bag) of a large french stick. Hmm. And I should be making my own bread, wasn't that the idea?
And now might be a good time to address Proper Nutrition again and reassess my diet, before I get scurvy.
(Except not scurvy - I get plenty of Vitamin C. I'm just not sure about Vitamins A, B, D and E. So ricketts perhaps, but not scurvy).
Peter comes round at about 8:00 and we work through songs from the CDs, Peter taking the chords down in a notebook.
My goodness, I think it might work.
More incentive to me to finish the new songs and demo them.
(Although, of course, a demo will sound pretty much like the last two CDs actually did...)