>So I checked out the website I Write Like, where you pop in a sample of your writing and it tells you who you write like. Interesting.
And I popped in a short story I wrote (Fair Acres) and it came up with….
Which I’m very happy with. But I thought it would be cool to try a different kind of story. So I copied and pasted Fallen into that bad boy, which gave me….
Which is pretty fucking ace. But you know… those were short stories. I wonder who it would spit up if I just went ahead and had a blog post analysed? So I thought I would toss in a sample from my favourite blog days back when I was in the toilet paperless land of Aurghville. This time the site awarded me with….
Who I have to admit I don’t really know. But I’m going to check him out because obviously he’s fucking hilarious and awesome. But now I’m kind of addicted to this game (but don’t worry… I’ll grow bored of it soon) and want to give it one more go. I thought I would use a “serious” blog post (it does happen!) and so I fed it my post on commuting. And I got David Foster Wallace again. I really need to start reading that guy…
So, I’ve come to a decision. I don’t want to continue posting quotes from books I’m reading. I find it slows down me putting away my books (which makes me crazy) and is actually interrupting my reading flow. I’m finding that while I’m reading I’m thinking too much about which quote to use for my blog. Which is not the point of reading. So I’m not doing it any more.
In the Metro (shitty free paper) on the 7th of July, they did a :60 second interview with Michael Palin. He said the greatest thing ever in that interview.
I rarely get the free paper because I really do think it is shit. But I’m so glad that I picked it up that day, just for his answer to the question “What’s the worst place you’ve been to?”
“There’s a place in Canada called Prince George, which smells of drains. It’s because of the paper-making plant in the town. Everyone said they’d got used to it but I’m not sure how the tourist board deals with it – drain lovers come to Prince George.”
Thank you, Mr. Palin. That made my commute.
I had an entirely frightful moment today.
It was like looking back in a moving car and seeing that scary Terminator guy (not Arnie, the creepy one) hanging off the trunk with his scary hook hands.
I very nearly had to interact with one of the denizens of Aurghville.
I KNOW, RIGHT? I actually shuddered and had to take evasive action.
All I was doing was heading out to grab some lunch (not to take a lunch break, but to grab food and eat it at my desk while I stare vacantly at my monitor wishing away my to-do list) when all this happened. I saw the denizen and nearly panicked – there was a moment where I stood there frozen wondering if he would notice me. Rather than walk by with my head turned and risk it, I actually turned into a restaurant and ducked out the back door.
50 bajillion freaking people in London. I can’t believe I nearly had to relive even a moment of that nightmare with a face-to-face discussion.