You were ironing, watching the television, you were eating and sleeping and reading a book; one set in ancient Rome or the far future in a planet you can’t speak aloud because the author put too many consonants in the name. Then knock the sounds knock snap you out of knock whatever knock you were doing. It takes you a second to figure out what the sound was; there are no solid oak doors in ancient Rome, or in Ctrrskuitlyii. Your thoughts derail and all that’s in your mind now is the one thought: who is at the door?

I started writing this some time ago, I may have mentioned it in a post at some point. I hope to finish it by Christmas, but I never seem to get any of it done ever and so I just leave it be. SCROOGICAL Ebenezer sat down at his old writing desk When at the door knocked Edmund Harrison, esq. Scrooge opened the door to a faceful of tin Which, when it was shook, made a metallic din “What do you want, I’m a damned busy man!” He battered away the old donation can “We would kindly accept any cash for the poor.” “No,” Scrooge replied, and he slammed shut the door “Something for nothing!” he cried to the wall “All this money I have, I worked for it all. “And they want me to give it – they’re taking the piss! “My old partner’d be sick if he heard about this!” Ebenezer had cash, and he had bloody loads The gold stuff was piling up in his abode He didn’t like sharing, the stingy old git And never would he give a penny of it Bob Cratchet looked up from his book of accounts “Surely you can give them a little amount. “It’s a time for giving, it’s Christmas, be nice!” Scrooge looked at him coldly and cursed once or twice “On the subject,” said Bob, “Can I ask that I may “Be with my family for Christmas day?” “You want a day off?” Scrooge choked on his words He couldn’t believe what he thought he just heard It took Bob some talking, but Scrooge finally caved “You go, but remember your wage will be waved.” The sun soon went down and the old arse went home Put striped jammies on, and a cap on his dome He got into bed, and blew out the light When a clink from downstairs made him sit up in fright His eyes went all wide when he saw the bright shape He watched it walk in, his eyes all agape

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It stops here. I have four ghosts to write about, still, and a new funny ending to consider, too. It'll probably take me the remaining 6 months of the year to figure that out. Maybe I'll be done by Christmas next year

Amazing. How technology does advance, doesn't it? I spied some new options on blogger, just as I was clicking on "add post", and now I can text a blog entry and email one in. It's probably an option that's been there for some time but I never seem to notice these things first off. I'm watching 1408 this very minute and it's actually a very good film, and the first half is surprisingly scary. Shame it's dragging on a bit though. John Cusack is a very silly man. This is a room that scares Samuel L Jackson. This must be indication enough that this room is the most evil and terrifying place on Earth. ... Anyway I can't quite remember what I was supposed to be blogging about today. But anyway, I started a graphic novel yesterday, which is pretty cool, cos I've never done one before. I know exactly how this will go though; I've tried doing comics before, nothing serious or anything, but they always start great with me one page into it, thinking it's awesome, and then forgetting all about it the next day. But then again I thought about that for this blog and it's been going for 2 months, which is a big surprise and I am quite happy with that. As soon as something interesting actually happens I will be sure to blog incessively about it. Now I'm wondering if I used the word 'incessively' right, or if it's a real word at all, or if it is a real word but I just can't spell it. But anyway, upon walking home on Easter Sunday at six in the morning after a very good night out (and forgetting there are no buses or anything really at 6 on Easter Sunday), I started taking photos of buildings and roads and such. I'm trying to compile a set of photos of anything, mainly scenery, so that I can use them for reference when I'm drawing (such as for this graphic novel. I find I give up when I realise there are things I still can't draw to save my life) or to photoshop or something. Lord knows I have dozens of photos of graveyards already, which I used for a set of poster which are up at deviantart here and here Basically I figure the more images I take, the more stuff I can do without having to rip off any one else's photo (like I did for my friend Chris's blog banner - a blog which looks forgotten and sad, much like the twitter feed- ... there used to be text on that banner, too. Oh well). I don't have a photo of Earth from space though and I doubt I will any time soon, so I think I can be forgiven for that. I've photoshopped it enough now it could be any photo of our planet. Film just finished. It wasn't too bad. Alternate ending better than theatrical? I will never know, as I haven't seen the theatrical ending. This one had another shot of Sammy L J, so it's probably better.