It’s gonna be a bumpy ride…

Every now and again I like to use my blog to promote other people’s stuff.  I do this as I like to help other people out, draw attention to things that I like that those who make up my über tiny readership may also like (or not, as the case may be) and because I am nice like that.  It also usually occurs when I haven’t really got anything else to write about.

On this occasion, I would like to use this blog to promote a rather good song by The Hoosiers, a band that if you read this regularly and/or stalk my twitter feed, you’ll know I have  a bit of a fondness for.  It’s called Bumpy Ride, and is available for download as of today. For 59p, you can buy the track on its own,  or you can get the EP for £1.79 on iTunes, which includes alternative versions of Bumpy Ride and album track Made to Measure as well as two remixes of Unlikely Hero (the song that was originally going to be released after their comeback single Choices).

It is the first single that the band are releasing as independent artists, on their own imprint, after having been  dropped from their label RCA, after the release of their second  album The Illusion Of Safety. At this point, I could go on about how unfair it was that this happened to them and moan about how many major labels are more interested in making money than supporting and developing the artists they have, but I’d rather refer to this interesting article from the Guardian that you can read  here.

Because I am nice, I have posted the video for the single here:

 

I will even give you the link to get the song (if you like it of course) here

In other news, I have rediscovered Rainbow Drops.  Sure they are essentially puffed up pieces of rice dyed with food colouring, but they are still as yummy as ever.

 

 


 

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Post a week?

I have done three blogs on here this week. Well, four if you count this one.

It’s weird, but I’ve probably been a bit more productive on all my blogs this week than I have been since I first took on the Post A Week Challenge. Even my Posterous blog, which I nearly forgot about, has been shown some love.
It might be that I have had a lot of things to write about. It might be that I’ve been more motivated to blog stuff. It might also be that I have been bored more often this week. It could even be a combination of all these things.

One thing’s for sure, I seem to be finding it easier to blog recently. I think having a BlackBerry also makes it easier to post my thoughts on this blog. Who’d have thought you would be able to blog from a mobile phone as well as a computer? (yeah it’s a smartphone, but it’s still a mobile phone). What’s more, I can do it from pretty much anywhere as I can with twitter. Useful for when I go on holiday (whenever that might be).

Does this mean that I will soon be changing this blog to being part of the Post A Day challenge? Not really. I still can’t see myself being arsed to update every day.

Under the weather.

Here’s the thing, I did have a blog for you. I had written a draft of it last night, and had aimed to write it all up here today.  Then this morning, I woke up with a blocked nose, a slightly rough throat and a decidedly shitty feeling in my head. I didn’t necessarily feel like transferring my relatively long entry onto here. However, I didn’t want to break my one post a week challenge either, so here I am. Hello.

I might post the blog I was going to post today later on in the week. In the meantime, here’s a link to a website that you might want to check out – which incidentally, was going to be the subject of the blog post.

Sorry again for the crappy cba nature of this week’s entry.

 

 

Television.

It just isn’t what it used to be.  There, I’ve said it.

It says a lot that I seem to spend more time in front of my computer for entertainment these days than I do in front of the television.  Indeed, I have probably found more entertaining and interesting stuff on the internet recently – whether it be on YouTube, on someone’s blog or even on twitter.   And yet, I love television. I’ve grown up with it. I’ve been entertained, informed and educated by it.  My degree was in Film, TV and Radio. I wanted to work in TV as a scriptwriter, and dreamt of one day seeing something I’d written on the TV screen. I still would love to, but I can’t ever see it happening. Even at 30, you’re made to feel as if your best chance of making it has passed you by and they wouldn’t be interested in anything you did anymore – or at least, it seems that way.

There are still plenty of things that I like to watch on TV, but at the same time there are plenty of things that I would rather not. I am grateful that I am in employment and thus not in the house on a regular basis at the time that This Morning or Loose Women are on (actually I am at home when the latter’s on, I just don’t watch it).  I used to tolerate soaps, but now I find that most of them irritate me because their writers seem to want to make certain storylines stretch out over years rather than a few weeks to the point that they are completely unbelievable. Not to mention the fact that producers of such shows seem to want to make us all slit our wrists rather than be entertained, such is the emphasis on miserable stories.

What depresses me the most though, is the state of kids TV. When I was a kid, we had shows like Danger Mouse, Button Moon, The Trap Door, Pigeon Street, Inspector Gadget, Rainbow, Knightmare and Count Duckula. We had the original series of  Postman Pat and Thomas The Tank Engine (the new ones are alright, but not a patch on the old), and I saw reruns of Bagpuss and Camberwick Green. Disney meanwhile,  were actually making cartoon shows and not stupid series about youngsters who lead double lives as popstars. These days,there is very little for children on the main channels, as most of it gets shifted to dedicated channels on digital. What there is of it on those dedicated channels, isn’t up to much. There are a few honourable exceptions – the Ben 10 cartoons and Spongebob Squarepants are all winners, and CBBC’s Horrible Histories is exactly the sort of thing that would have been a huge hit when I was a kid. Indeed, the success of the last two lies in the fact that they are both popular with children and adults – which in my view is what truly great kids shows are.  You would never have thought that a CBBC show could beat the primetime likes of Armstrong and Miller to a British Comedy Award, but Horrible Histories did just that.  Still, it is, as I said, an exception.  I hope that one day, there is a return  to shows that are more like Duck Tales and He Man and less like Hannah Montana and whatever Power Rangers series they’re on now. I want my nephew to have mostly good memories of the TV he grew up watching.

C.B.A. Blog Post.

As you might know (or not), I am taking part in the Post A Week 2011 Challenge here on WordPress. So far, I have managed to post a blog every week, each time managing to find a subject to write about.

This week, I couldn’t be bothered to really write about anything. However, I felt that if I didn’t post a blog on here by the end of the week I would have failed the challenge somehow. So instead, I have decided to post a link to a blog post that I found via twitter, written by someone I follow, Chris aka @NotQuiteCool, from a website called Cinematic Leftovers.  It’s on the subject of hate – in particular the hatred towards the likes of Bieber, Twilight and Glee.  It’s a very interesting post, and makes some very good points.  Anyway, forget my feeble description of it – just read it yourself here:

http://www.cinematic-leftovers.co.uk/2011/02/opinion-where-is-the-love/

That is all.

30.

It was my birthday yesterday.  I hit the ripe old age of 30, hence the title of this blog (God I’m so original with my titles).

Twenty four hours on, it’s just about sunk in that I have reached this milestone, however I don’t necessarily feel it. Not that I thought that I would feel different in any way.  It’s just that thirty has always seemed like a scary age to me, partly because it always seemed so far off before. The film Logan’s Run didn’t do much to promote it as a good age to be really. It came across as the age in which you finally properly became an adult in terms of that you were at least one of the things out of married/parent/homeowner – all three if you go by the Daily Mail’s doctrine.  Suffice to say the Fail will regard me as being a social failure, being none of these, but at least I have a job so they can’t call me a scrounger.  And I don’t give a fuck what the Mail thinks of people like me.

Having thought about it, it seems silly now that I even felt bad about turning 30.  I didn’t go as stupid about it as some do when they turn a certain age – I didn’t get depressed about it or consider ways of retaining my youth.  In fact, a few days before my birthday I was bemoaning the fact that my skin had gone the way of a 16-year-old,  and not in a good way. Now looking at it, I feel good about the fact that I can still get bouts of acne.  (Yes I am weird, you don’t need to comment on here to tell me that).  Yes people around me did make a big deal of my age, as you do when it’s a milestone, but I enjoyed it. My old friend did feel the need to slap “30” across everything that she gave me, but that’s ok. I can get my own back next year, when it’s her 30th.

Now if you excuse me, I am going to play with my toy wind up meerkats* and eat packets of Fizzers. Hey just because I’ve reached a certain age doesn’t mean I have to act it.

*I got them as a present yesterday. Really.

I’m posting once a week in 2011!

I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now.  I will be posting on this blog once a week for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can. You never know, I might end up posting more than once a week if everything is going well.

If you already read my blog, then first of all, thank you. I hope you will stick with me along the way.  And feel free to comment and like my posts, maybe even suggest things for me to write about. Only if you want to of course.

Signed,

Lyns.