Pornography on hold

all one/two of you (depending on the weather, one should expect. as in, 'whether or not you've got me standing behind you with a gun in my hand pointed at your head'. er. trust me, it's much better heard than read. and no, that's not a guarantee.) who've been following this blog will have noticed the disappearance of 2 November's 'Corn!' post. i'd been having trouble with the blog since i put that up direct from Tickle, and though i was happy to learn i was Children of the Corn (despite the crappy ending), i'm rather glad to be rid of it as Blogger's being much more cooperative now, thank you very much.

i am now two-thirds of the way through the first series (that's 'season' to the rest of us--to cut down on the anglophilia that has been running rampant throughout this blog, what with all the Whovianism, not to mention last night's Bonfire Night post and, well, this one) of Clive Exton's Jeeves & Wooster. Wodehouse has always been on my list of 'books to read before i die', but he just kept getting bumped-off on account of me losing track of the one or two Jeeves books i have whenever i feel like reading them, and me feeling like reading something else whenever they're someplace i can find them. of course, hereabouts they are nowhere at hand. they're no doubt to be found chuckling away at the bottom of one of the boxes all the way back home.

(you can watch the entire series--or maybe only most of it, i haven't checked--online at youtube, or, better yet--for the moneyed and more morally restrained knuts out there--purchase the DVDs.)

Fry & Laurie are always a hoot. though nothing quite beats Python, eh?

i wish i could write funny. (funny ha-ha, of course, the other kind being much too broad in definition to decisively 'do wrong'.) i happen to think i can be a pretty funny guy given half the chance, but i just can't seem to do funny (ha-ha) with my writing. i can do grotesque, right enough; i can just about verge on camp, even. but i don't think i've ever quite gotten things right for 'funny'.

sigh. someday. just another one of those things, then.

meanwhile, i've lopped off the latter end (about half, in fact) of Spooky. i think i have a better idea now of *the way things really happened*; hopefully i won't make a muck-up of it this time. though i doubt i can repeat the feverish pace i managed in the month i wrote the first draft. even if it is NaNoWriMo.

which also means, unfortunately, for the one of you who's been looking forward to it, that i'm going to have to put Pornography on hold for a while. i'm sure Zazie won't mind.