THIS DESCENT IS POSSIBLY MY FAVOURITE BIT OF CYCLING ON FILM EVER.

Living (26): Bored

Me:

Bored now.
Muse:

Resting. Go ’way.
Me:

BOOOOORED.
Muse:

Aren’t you waiting for a call?
Me:

I am waiting for a call.
Muse:

Should you not be doing stuff?
Me:

I should be doing stuff.
Muse:

These are not the droids you’re looking for.
Me:

These are not the droids I’m looking for.
Muse:

I can go back to sleep.
Me:

You can’t. I need to do something.
Muse:

I myself do not. I am gathering my strength. Go feed the baby.
Me:

Baby’s asleep.
Muse:

Play with the other one.
Me:

At music class.
Muse:

Take your wife dancing.
Me:

She’s asleep, too.
Muse:

How is everyone asleep except me?
Me:

I’m not.
Muse:

No, indeed.
Me:

I thought we could work on the poem thingy. That would be easy.
Muse:

But it needs, amazingly, a plot we do not have yet.
Me:

Or the werewolf thingy.
Muse:

Which also needs a structure.
Me:

Or the Sekrit Projekt.
Muse:

Which is not yet greenlit or agreed.
Me:

Or the-
Muse:

Please, stop.
Me:

The detective thingy?
Muse:

Really? You want to get into that? It’s, like, a bajillion pages long.
Me:

No.
Muse:

We could.
Me:

No. Too boring.
Muse:

You need to sleep. As do I.
Me:

Wanna make stuffz.
Muse:

Be a pro. Take a break.
Me:

Bored.
Muse:

That’s what World of Warcraft is for.
Me:

You made me delete it.
Muse:

Yes.
Me:

ENTERTAAAAAIIIIN MEEEEEE.
Muse:

Jaysis, I miss Firefly. When is the next Star Wars movie out?
Me:

More than a year.
Muse:

Can you wait that long?
Me:

Maybe I could build a device which would propel an egg from one end of the room to the other without breaking the shell or touching the floor! An egg catapult.
Muse:

Are you older or younger than your toddler? I forget.
Me:

Yes! It would fire a little arrow across the room and the egg would zipline to the far wall in a little baggie!
Muse:

A baggie.
Me:

Yes! An egg arbalest?
Muse:

I'm still having trouble with "baggie".
Me:

We'd need pretty serious dampeners to stop the initial firing from cracking the egg, though.
Muse:

Oh, yes. That's the most serious problem here.
Me:

I've got it! I'd call it an Eggbuchet!
Muse:

I've died and gone to hell.

KR-KN in Dry Dock by Ochre Jelly on Flickr.

RELEASE THE KRAKEN!

huntsmonsters:

youreabadger:

jj-abrahams:

adamusprime:

the hobbit’s budget is $250 million

how the hell do you even spend $250 million

How much money did you think it would take to turn Benedict Cumberbatch into a dragon?

It was surprisingly easy to turn him into a dragon. The budget was blown in bribes to convince him to change back to human at the end of the day

“Benedict, come back here.”

“NO.”

“Benedict, you can’t fly around the set forever.”

“YES I CAN.”

When Morris was shot with the Time Gun, it took him a moment to realise what had happened. The old man popped up from behind a bank of machines which were projecting wavy green lines into mid-air and shouted “No, no, no!” and shot him, and Morris felt himself blasted backwards and thought “bugger, I’m dead.” And then he didn’t die, which was a plus.

First paragraph of my story in the Solaris Rising 2 anthology, The Time Gun. A bit mad. Rather pleased with it. (via harkaway)

sunset on Flickr.

Sunset over Leeds last week. Rather pretty.

laurenbeukes:

It’s not a Sloth, but it’s still ridiculously cute. Slow Loris eating a rice ball (slowly). You’re welcome.

First a bucket of sloths, now a Slow Loris eating a rice ball. Ridiculously adorable.

laurenbeukes:

Bucket of Sloths!

Very cute.

when I receive a crazy email at 9am on a monday morning

weirdthingsinbookshops:

Work (19): Downhill

Muse:

Aaaand one more step...
Me:

Done.
Muse:

Top of the hill!
Me:

Yes! The heavy lifting is done. All the way to the top and now it’s a long skate to the finish.
Muse:

Yes!
Me:

Yes.
Muse:

Wow, look at the view!
Me:

Stunning.
Muse:

Look at how far we’ve come!
Me:

I love that bit there. And that bit.
Muse:

And what about...
Me:

I totally love that.
Muse:

Yeah.
Me:

Yeah.
Muse:

... okay.
Me:

Okay?
Muse:

Okay.
Me:

Oh, no.
Muse:

What?
Me:

You don’t know what happens next.
Muse:

I do! I completely, entirely do. In an overarching way. Tonally, as it were.
Me:

You have no idea.
Muse:

I do. I just don’t really know how we’re going to get there.
Me:

Which basic direction are we going?
Muse:

Down!
Me:

... Yeah.
Muse:

I think it’s good the we’ve established that.
Me:

There is no more up.
Muse:

There is always more up. Always.
Me:

... Alarmingly, I believe that is true.
Muse:

So, down...
Me:

Which way? There are about seven.
Muse:

Any of them. All of them.
Me:

Yeah. By all means let’s do some crazy alternative endings schtick.
Muse:

...
Me:

...
Muse:

... I-
Me:

No.
Muse:

Okay.
Me:

So, which direction?
Muse:

You choose. I’ll make everyone think it was the plan all along.