Tough Edit

Once again, I begin with an apology to my blog; yet again, I have left far too much space between far too little content of value (though that picture of Britain was pretty kick ass).

It's not like I've not been 'blogging' at all though; I've become rather swept up in micro-blogging instead. I must admit, I've fallen in love with twitter, its scatter-shot opinion and news gathering style suits my routines and habits as I wonder haphazardly through the series of tubes.

Still, I always feel sorry for my blog; long has it been neglected. Again. I've tried, honest I have; since August, I've saved 11 uncompleted drafts:

1x Magic spoiler speculation;
1x Thoughts on the American TV renaissance;
2x Depressed moans about being a poor Film Studies graduate in a recession, threatened with credit card debt, and the embarrassing prospect of having to move back home merely six months after having been a relatively financially independent and happy student;
1x The Kepler Mission;
1x Love of Autumn;
1x Love of a comfy chair;
1x Holiday movie thoughts;
2x Being depressingly single, and thoughts on why.
2x Doctor Who

These have remained unfinished for one of two reasons. In some instances, I've given myself a slap and decided not to feel sorry for myself and rant so self-indulgently, and in others, I've just felt my rants were embarrassingly inferior to what else I was reading on the web, and that my initial point would ultimately be best explained by merely posting a collection of links to better articles. I don't know why the latter bothers me quite so much, I mean its not as if I've really bothered with quality control in my blogs before.

...And actually, on that note, I decided to delete what originally followed that sentence (further complaints, moans and self-indulgent nonsense about not writing gooder). Just get on with it Gordon. I hereby relinquish my inferiority complex, and embrace the ensuing wave of cliches, sweeping generalisations and half-baked opinions. I've watched too much Doctor Who not to say something about it; watching the old series is a bloody Film studies module in itself. And Magic: The Gathering. I mean yeescht, I have to explain that one to myself, never mind anyone else. And the Kepler mission is just incredible.

I'm less enthusiastic about Autumn though, Spring and Summer have dibs on my hopes and dreams these days.