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Sunday, 21 October 2012
So it's Sunday night and I'm going to tell you some wonderful news!

Let us keep this short so we can all go back outside to play in the streets of our youth once more.

It is essentially this Youtube video ("Autumn Earthbound - Pitch Your Book Australia 2012 - Top Ten" for those playing at home on decidedly blog-unfriendly computers):



As often happens with such things, the majority of the information needed is in the title (amazing!), but just for the sake of clarification, I'll explain why this video is particularly worth mentioning on a Sunday night.

This was my entry for the 2012 run of a competition called Pitch Your Book Australia, where they pick their top 10 and a guest publisher (PanteraPress this year) views these videos and selects their favourite. I imagine their favourite will be based on things like marketability, proof of some ability to write and/or speak about stuff, as well as a final criteria of the presentation itself - in the sense of whether it shows actual thought into presenting ideas in an interesting and otherwise engaging manner. Anyway, that's the gist of the comp, and the point of this post is I'm in the top 10.

Now calm down, everyone! I know you're probably jumping on chairs right now, but I need you to stop that and keep reading for a bit longer. Firstly, because you'll wreck your chairs doing that and who really has the money for more chairs these days? Secondly, because I need your help!

All you have to do is watch the video. If you like it, Like it! If you love it and/or have some burning desire to comment, absolutely do so, even if it is a burning desire to comment in a silly or redundantly excited way (because of course everybody's very excited by this point). That's all you have to do! I don't think the Viewcount will affect the judges' decision all that much, but honestly, I want people to know about this idea and tell me what they think, so please go nuts on that end.

Cheers,
John "Very Excited (Not Just For This Reason)" Back

P.S. Do have a look at the other entries as well. You'll see that my chances of winning are fairly slim by comparison to some of the other ideas that have made it through as well.

P.P.S. Sorry to those who live in places where it is not Sunday night. I cannot begin to understand your disappointment.

P.P.P.S Sorry to those who had plans to run in the streets of their youths again tonight. I just had so many things to say!
Friday, 19 October 2012
So!

Let's start with the why, or more correctly the 'why I won't bother explaining myself for having left for 2 months without even a letter or a five-second voicemail message to say I won't be bringing in the mail from the cold wet outdoors for some time'. It's like that moment of absolute disappointment when you hope your friends have a reason to avoid your calls only to find they've been eating chips and dip in front of trashy television screens with friends who are frankly much more interesting than you for no particular reason at all.

Things go better with Coke. Including bitter revivals
of long-uninteresting blog posts (Courtesy: wavelab.be)
Now that I've gone and filled the globe's bitterness quota for the entire year in the space of a paragraph, let's move on to some apologies. Sorry I've been so distant (read: busy OR hurting OR lazy), but let's try to move forward. Sorry I've let this place fall away so soon after the cement started to dry, but I will really try my hardest to get some walls up soon (so you know, I have a grand vision of turning this thing into a huge fantasy-esque tower. And yes, that does mean a pretty princess is waiting for me at the very top... take that how you will). Sorry I'm a crappy person, but aren't we all a little some times, so let's just keep those smiles smiling and see if we can find some beautiful things worth having.

You must be wondering why I've bothered to return though, now during the most stressful period of my life thus far. "Surely his madness has led him back to his own creation," would be my first guess, so if that was you, you deserve a prize. Go have a Coke to celebrate. The real reason is something I will discuss on Sunday night (not tonight, not tomorrow night, the night after that), but let's just say it's pretty exciting stuff. That's not to say that I'm coming back because I need my readers' help, though (although I will, so be ready for that). The unabridged truth is just that this thing has convinced me that I really need to keep updating blogs and writerly-like things such as this. I was in a bit of a 'funk' (think that awful episode of Glee except without all the crap writing and with much, much more singing), but now I'm back, baby!

And how lucky are you that I am?!

Cheers,
John "The Tired Undead" Back

Friday, 10 August 2012
Are we all just dolls in a plastic
grey world? (Courtesy: Looking Glass)
The other day I went for a job interview. I didn’t get the job and of course that’s disappointing, of course I could have really used the money, of course whatever, whatever. Let’s not vent too frivolously. I’d like for this to be a place of thought, not the almighty whinge. The whole interview concept is just for starters.

Essentially my point is I’m a little bit rigid, I think, in my inability to act like something I’m not. Weird since I have a degree in drama, but hey, here we are. I refuse, when push comes to shove, to be moved to prove myself, which I think is the entire purpose of changing ourselves, of putting on airs. That is quite obviously crap. And fake. Pointless! So I hate pretension when framed by dishonesty, and as far as I know I missed this job (and several others) simply because I won’t lie my way through. It’s so tragic to me that we compare ourselves to anyone else, that we give a damn at all who anyone else is and try to become what they admire. Of course this means I’m destined for a shitty future. Our entire society is standardised by definition.

Maybe this works for some. Maybe they love the challenge, the demand, or that they’re able to succeed in this so easily. Obviously some part of this is because I find it difficult, and I’m hating on the idea more than a little from resentment. But why not believe things, simply because you believe them? Why does everything we think have to be so impressive to those around us? Yes, we want to be accepted (countless research can be found on this topic, which regardless of whether the results are valuable or not, at the very least proves to us its merits of urgency through quantity alone).

Hipsters sit on the ground.
Chairs are for the boring.
(Courtesy: jdn)
Hipsters have the right idea in mind, but fail completely in practice. Sure, counter-culture is cool. Only it’s actually ‘cool’, which makes it anything but, in my mind. So if you were to follow me behind bushes you’d hear at least four stories a day of degrading and unbarred insults, all flippant jabs at philosophy made poser-ish.

Don’t think I hate the idea of NOT following social mores, but just because you don’t want to be seen a follower is ridiculous. By all means, we should strive to understand what makes us unique, how separate we are from each other. ‘Embrace your individuality’, as every English teacher and every young adult novel attests adamantly (which you might find overdone or cliché, but it’s only repeated so much because people just don’t seem to get it).

It’s all about the thought behind it. No-one really seems to believe anything anymore – I say, as if anyone ever did. I wish everyone (or a decent few, at least) would give a damn about this world, instead of simply purporting to. If the thought is genuine, it will also be original. And if it’s not the newest way of thinking that the world has ever seen, so what?

Go fly, young ones unique! Yep, take this image
VERY seriously (Courtesy: fox_kiyo)
Not saying that I get this right myself. I’m always falling short of this ridiculously Olympic-like bar I’ve raised. But I think it’s important, and I swear I’m not alone. Everyone hates a poser, right?

Cheers,
John "Blandness" Back