Come on back to the war

[devi]

You know those bits in films where the story skips forward and there's an establishing shot showing something that indicates what time we're in now? Newspaper headlines. A pop song. Colour schemes. Jeans suddenly baggy or skinny, hair suddenly fouffy or 'fro. I had a moment like that this summer on the tube at West Ham. In front of me there was a row of people reading newspapers with the Olympics all over them, and some dubstep went 'wommmmm' on my headphones just as we passed a row of wind turbines. Look, it's 2012!

I am posting to LJ from underground, on my commute, with my tiny pocket computer. This morning feels a bit like that. I am wearing glasses. My jeans are indeed skinny. I am listening to an old ultraruby mix (British Summertime). My hair is the same as it ever was. Hello world! It's been a weird couple of years. How were yours?

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[huskyteer.livejournal.com]

Currently on a contract in Wimbledon and coping by telling myself it's what I'm doing until my writing career takes off (nb may coincide with my retirement). I've had short stories in 2 furry-specific anthologies, one for hem-hem mature audiences, but this is unlikely to start paying the bills any time soon.