Ever since I got a twitter and pixlepipe account I’ve been blogging much less. This has been noted by a couple of people I know, both separately and within quick succession of each other. Even though I now have a smart phone which theoretically allows me to post full blogs, not just tweets/ facebook updates, on the go I never do.
Why is this?

Partly I think it has something to do with the immediacy of microblogging. Short thoughts can be communicated instantly and to a wide audience. Blogging takes time, care and effort, and even then you have to wait for people to visit your site or check their syndication feeds and then they are unlikely to leave a comment.

Partly I think it’s laziness on behalf of the blogger. So many times I’ve started a post and left it half way through for some reason, either due to getting distracted or running out of steam, but mostly it’s the ego fear: I have no right/who’d want to read this/ it’s naff etc. Which I guess brings us back to the immediacy of microblogging - 140 characters doesn’t leave a lot of room for doubts.

So does this mean I’ll stop tweeting? Probably not. But I will try to keep this blog a little more updated, let you all in on what’s actually happening in my life, maybe try and get back into writing non-fiction articles again.

Faithful readers, watch this space

The Englisc Fanlisting >> Yummy Yummy Screw >> Ice-Pearls >> Northern Star >> Motorcyle Emptiness >> Super Green

Some interesting stuff

Anyway, after that we drove into Vancouver to Stellas [The pub] and met Elo and NickB from protag. Much was discussed, much was drunken, and many plots were hatched. It was a pretty excellent night, and to round it all off I discovered that even the bathroom graffiti in Vancouver is nice. On the wall was scrawled ‘[X] is a bitch] then next to it ‘That’s not very nice, I’m sure she has some redeeming features’ LOL.
We got back pretty late that night, chatted for a bit and then crashed out.

First we stopped at the place most of the Olympic stuff was happening to and wandered down a street towards a couple of rock shops ash knew. It was there we found Dank.

This is a energy drink that has weed in it.

Yeah…

Anyway I had some of that and then we moved on to a few other shops before heading towards the waterfront area to see the Olympic cauldron and for me to be photographed in my G3 shirt.

We wandered around there a bit before carrying on to Gastown, an older part of Vancouver with lots of smaller shops - and a lot of touristy ones - to the Old Spaghetti Factory, where we had a lovely meal, of well, sketti. Then we headed back and sat around and chatted until we were falling asleep.

Asuka was brought up by a wet nurse and a nanny until the age of 8 when her father attained the position he held until his death, and they moved from Devocha, Mars, to London, Earth. She had no knowledge of having a mother or sister until a series of events when she was 25 and she returned to Devocha after her Father’s death a year previous to collect on her inheritance. It was at this time her lawyer revealed their existence, at the late Avery’s request, and the existence of an apartment in New York she was previously unaware of. In the apartment she found a message from her father…

why would he have kept this a secret for so long, and why would he not tell her outright in the message what occurred? Did Avery kill Tayla, either by mistake or design? he would be capable of such an act in the heat of passion. Was he embarrassed at Tayla’s lack of loyalty to him, or her apparent philosophies? In the message Avery points Asuka towards MOW’s archives for explanations, is he afraid someone other than her will find the info and use it against her? Or could he have hidden the truth someplace else if this was the case. Where in the hell does Jarett Tepper, the father of Gurn her business partner, who is apparently a MOW deep cover operative, fit in to this, and how does he know her parents?

And so to christmas.