Guy Ritchie: a man with a lot more free time
So, doing stuff. Doing stuff for no other reason than it makes your life a little more interesting. Personally, I’m all for it, as long as no innocents get caught in the crossfire and animals go unharmed.
Here are some things I do strictly for a laugh:
1. Go on the radio (tune in Saturday mornings, friends, and join my Mum in appreciation of my insightful, yet random words on films and the Weekly Guy Ritchie Update (which I am reliably informed we’re even getting a special jingle for.)
2. Blogging: Look! I’m doing it and talking about it at the same time. How post modern am I? I’m so self-reflexive I’m going to need yoga lessons.
3. Reading: Oh and can I just say that thanks to your many suggestions the other week on new things to read, I’m on a roll. Fantastic. Working my way through. Reading them all except the joker that suggested “Jugs and Guns”. I went a little off list recently, though, and read the most bizarre (but scary) book called “House of Leaves”. If anyone else has read it, maybe get in touch and we can go halfers on therapy.
4. Selective TV watching: after a whole mourning period lasting from when the Sopranos ended, I’m back watching telly but only because Liam from Coronation Street gets killed by a guy that I was chums with at university and I’m charting his progress as a TV villain. Oh, and how good is Paul Merton in India? He went to the same Rat Temple in Bikaner, India, that I wanted to re-enter with a flame-thrower after visiting- but believe me, the rats they pictured didn’t have big enough deformed testicles. Ha! Telly! Talk about selective editing! They filmed cute rats. My rats were scarred, deformed, bulbous and down-right foul-mouthed and disrespectful.
My sister thinks it’s hilarious that Paul Merton is having a fantastic time over in the Sub-Continent and all I’ve done since coming back from India is moan about how dreadful it was, and stand in front of people flying out to Delhi with a placard saying “I wouldn’t, mate- I wouldn’t, no.”
5. Dog whispering: Sonny the Dog and I are surely only weeks away from getting our own TV show. Last week we attracted much attention when Sonny broke free and tried to herd some cows off-piste. I’m seriously thinking of doing my own Sonny and Me You-Tube pilot. I’m just waiting to see the terms that his agent comes back with and then we’re good to go.
But it’s number two of that wee list I wish to focus on. Blogging; some people just don't get it. What? You write stuff on the internet? And you do this, how many times a week? And you don’t get paid by anyone? Why would you want to do that??
Have you had that, bloggo-chums?
Meeester and his fellow band mate, The Bearded Liar, were talking about a similar thing last night; their band. They have not made millions. They just play music. Why? Because they love it, because people come to see them, because they are a big bit good at it and because they can’t imagine ever not doing it. Sound familiar to you?
Yet, the crap they get from some people. “Why bother?”, “Aren’t you a bit long in the tooth for that carry on?” , “Haven’t you grown out of that yet?”, "Where are the sacks of cash?"
And as The Bearded Liar said last night in a very wise and beardy way, “No-one ever asks guys who play golf all weekend, ‘Playing golf's all very well, but where’s the money in it?’ Do they?”
Well, do they?
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25 comments:
Misssy - on the nail as always. The pilot has just returned home with a pre-enjoyed airplane copy of the Mail, headline 'Madonna fury at Guy's cruel 'granny' jibe' - resistance is useless, we all want to know. Can we tune in online to your show??
Misssy I get this all the time, I'm running 5 blogs on different things, not counting twitter/bebo/plurk/myspace and all those other social networks (get the list and friend me on them all btw!)
I've blogged before on blogging(I know, it's a cardinal blogging sin but meh) and always say the same thing. I blog for my own reasons, even if nobody ever reads them I'm not blogging for my readers. It's a personal experience for me. I have very few posts that attract comments and it doesn't matter to me. I don't care where google decides my pagerank should be, I don't care what people think of my often hypocritical opinions. I don't do it because I'm trying to attract friends or make some impact on the interwebs. I blog because I enjoy it and that's all there is to it.
I play blogshares and I come across posts like this all the time. I think there's a massive huh? reaction from non-bloggers out there in the real world. I always invite them to read the blogs and try it for themselves at wordpress.com. When/If they follow that they find that blogging itself is a very difficult thing to get into. Once you're into it things flow easier but starting out can be quite difficult and daunting so for a non-blogger to criticise or question is just a prejudice.
Let me say for one that I love the fact that you blog for whatever reasons, as I've attested to before, and long may it continue!
btk
You are all too good for this...
i think you should have your own book out about blogs :)
your blogs rock my grannies socks lol
and there cool haha
Kate: Yuup you can- on the side bar there>>
There's a clicky link to the week's movie podcast from the show. It's all a bit o fun.
BTK: Yeah I never really blog about blogging normally but we had a big old conversation about things like this last night- I suppose creative things, and it's weird how some people on the outside of it can only see the worth of it, if there's money involved. And then that golf quote- I thought that was spot on. If you play sport as a hobby no one even mentions the validity of it.
Suze: Is that the same granny who gave you into trouble for your tatts?
I suppose it's all about your own personal journey and where you see value. People I've spoken to, last week even, can't see the point in the internet, nevermind blogging.
That's their own opinion and that's fine. I like to think of it sometimes in the same way that some people play an instrument, not for a band, or in an orchestra, just in a room by themselves, for themselves.
It's a little release, therapy and time to yourself.
Today's blog has just conjured up images of rats auditioning to appear alongside Paul Merton. I wonder how gutted Misssy's rat's where when they where told they didn't quite cut it in the cute rat race.
Jaggy: Therapy-if only! I am wary of using my blog as therapy- that way danger lies!
Digz: Well they actually weren't that cute- they are still rats after all. And although I recognised every single place Merton was in that temple- it somehow failed to capture the utter filthiness of the place and the horrendous packs of squirming vermin that scuttled within. Mind you the man Merton was with did drink some of the rat's milk, which we did see. I feel sick.
I love blogging because I get to excange comments with people from the other side of the world; I think that's brilliant - I'm much more interested in American politics than I was before I blogged.
I also play a musical instrument for fun. I'm not brilliant but I like to dream.
Sx
Scarlet: As soon as you mentioned that you played an instrument I thought "Ukelele"! Your pic must be to blame (Some Like it Hot is my fave!)
I never used to get blogging and, well, now I'm blogging.
That bit about golfing is so true! It sums up all things creative for no money perfectly.
Misssy :)
Yeh lol unfortunately it is haha
I am still managing to hide two of the tatts lol and she still believes that one is henna haha
shes obvo never had henna done lol
and if she has not the experience i had haha
ill never forget that
lol
Ooohhh people that ask me why I blog really get up my nose!! Especially when I say something about one of my blog friends...I get the disbelieving snort through the nose followed by comments such as 'That is incredibly sad'...and then I have to restrain myself from smacking them in the mouth!!
C x
On the blog thing, most of my friends think it's a stupid idea and think you have to be a bit of a Bill Gates to do anything on the net, yet I know a lot of them read my drivel. They don't get how entertaining and cathartic a blog can be.
They also can't see the funny side of having my shed featured on www.readersheds.co.uk
(just look for sheds in Falkirk, I'm the only one, apparently)
Ooh I bet Guy Ritchie's glad to see the back of Madonna. I bet she had pelvic floor muscles that could fling ping pong balls across the room but she takes herself terribly seriously doesn't she? I imagine sex with her would be pretty intense, I feel she'd be an ideal fit with Sting and his tantric sex we do it six hours a day malarky.
re blogging my husband calls it mental masturbation, but it isn't really as there's no climax.
House of Leaves – next on my reading list, but after the short story I posted for the weekend, I don’t think I’ll be doing therapy any time soon. And WHAT? Liam gets killed? O.M.G. Here in Canada they’ve just celebrated New Year’s on Coronation Street, and Liam fell off a cliff. AND, we long in the toothers are taking over the blogosphere, by the way. The youguns don’t have the gumption, stick-to-it-iveness or vocabulary to blog regularly.
When I read your blog yesterday I thought I recognised the title 'House of Leaves'. I just spotted it on my book shelf....I didn't realise it was THAT book. Yes, I've read it and yes, therapy seems to be a good idea!!
C x
Fools! All of them.
First of all, blogging rules because it allows you to rant freely in a way that your friends and family could never stomache, so it's a great place to get rid of all the crazy.
Secondly, they are wrong about there not being any money to be made from blogging. I've just been invited to review a drug against facial tics on my blog for money (after I wrote a piece on my mum's cancer), I've had people wanting to place adds on my site (from scientology to porn), and of course there was the kind gentleman who offered me 500 Euros for a naked picture of me (I know, the GLAMOUR!).
In conclusion ladies and jellyspoons. Blogging is better than golf because it is very pleasurable and it doesn't pretend to be a sport...
Heidi- I never even knew what a blog was until I asked my students how i could share my travel diary with my friends and family whilst I was in Sri lanka. My students set me up with a Myspace account initially- and I suppose I have them to thank for turning me into a blogger. (A few of them still even read the Misssives- so hello to any of them out there)
Suzie: Your granny might surprise you!
Carol: Oh people who say that you are sad...are, em..sad! Personally I love the communication aspect of blogging, and if you if you quote a blogger, then how is that any different from quoting a newspaper column that made you laugh/think?
Inchy: Readers' sheds! That's hilarious. I'm off to tell my Dad, brother in law and husband. My brother in law's shed actually has a nickname: "The Shed O' Death". He has to post it up!
Emma: She's now calling him a Gold-digger. Ah just when the McCartney drama subsides, we've got a new saga to entertain us. Bring it on, baby!
XUP: Will be interested to hear what you thnk once you've tackled House Of Leaves. Oh and I feel terrible about my Corrie spoiler. I will not divulge any more details. But I have to say I am loving the fact that all the way across the Atlantic you are a fan of the show.
Carol: At the risk of spoiing something else for XUP I must just say- freaky! (but a little irritating in places)
Pants: 500 euros isn't bad. Where the blazes are my offers???? Where blogosphere, where?!
In all it's shipslap glory.
http://tinyurl.com/6rr593
You must very very proud- 16 comments! From shed pornographers around the world!
We sheddi don't really like to brag. It's more a calling than a hobby.
And you don't have to wear overpriced knitwear and naff fringed shoes to blog! Much cheaper (and cooler)
Inchy: You can't even get in Meeester's shed for junk. I should show him yours to give him shed envy.
Alex: Hello and Welcome to the Misssives. I've always thought that golfers wear too many pastel colours for them to be taken seriously.
I play golf but don't blog- however, I don't wear fringed shoes- am i doing somethig wrong??
Eric
Eric; Yes, yes you are. Something very wrong.
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