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Funky Dory Limited?
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Morning! And how are you all in these last few days of February (Oh my word! Already?! *freaks out*) Yet another inexplicably long absence from The Dairy. In recent news, I have been promoted at work, didn't get a JET interview, have had talks over becoming a TV screenwriter for a children’s television show, a concerning number of people I know died and my housemates, Natalie and Amithnal got engaged a couple of weeks ago and will be getting married next May. I think that’s it. Now I’m caught up, on with the entry. Happy on a Monday morning? How very peculiar, you may be thinking. In explanation, I present you my brand new “Serenity” DVD (plus HMV art cards) that arrived this morning – and already has two people in the queue to borrow it. Yes, I realise any hopes of Firefly revival are essentially dead but I’m still on the conversion trail in order to feed that barely-there optimism. Talking about conversion, during a rather leisurely breakfast yesterday morning with my housemates and a couple of friends (Simon and Anna, who looks remarkably like River), Natalie was worrying over the hypocrisy of getting married in Westminster Abbey while she doesn’t believe in God. She does love the history and culture behind Christianity and it was something she was brought up in: she knows a lot more about the rituals and the like of both the Catholic and Church of England given she attended both, while I was brought up in non-conformist churches. Our conversation went like this: Natalie: I need a way to salve my conscience over getting married in church! Help me! Me: Become a Christian? Natalie: Apart from that. Simon: Nice try though. I must point out that I have no problem with non-Christians getting married in church. It is kind of funny watching Natalie trying to justify it though. Amithnal is a lot more relaxed about the situation, his reasoning being that they’ll also be having a very traditional Sri Lankan wedding with a ceremony that won’t be translated into English and therefore, neither of them will have a clue what they’re saying. They could be promising anything. I think it’s the ‘may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb’ approach. I left them still discussing the problems of atheists getting married in church to actually go to mine. Rather gratifyingly, the sermon brought up a topic that included something that I hold very strong opinions over. I tend to take great exception in Christians focusing on the whole heaven, afterlife aspect. It frustrates me that that is entirely what they’re waiting for. Being a Christian is about life and about what Jesus brings to the now – heaven shouldn’t be a current concern. If I die and there’s nothing, then never mind – it’s not like I’m going to be in a position to complain. Our guest speaker yesterday, Casey Treat, pretty much said that. I had a ‘woohoo’ moment. Despite my chirpiness, I’m exhausted. Woke up in the middle of the night with a nosebleed that refused to cease so I’m hoping this quiet Monday morning continues. Last week was insanely busy and I’m about to receive a flood of post in the next few days… damn, just as I was typing that, I was given a whole bunch of stuff to do. Still, I am feeling irrepressibly cheery today as life is very good. I finally had my producer meeting on Saturday! I am very excited, despite myself. I’m trying to stay cautious and cynical but they want me to work freelance as a Script Consultant (call me shallow, but how cool does that sound?) on the pilot and then take me on as a full time writer in the summer. In the meantime, in order to work as the Script Consultant, I have to set myself up as a limited company and therefore need a cool name. I’m very tempted to go with Funky Dory, I do have the domain name after all and I still very much like it but I’m not entirely sure – partly because when typing “funky dory” into Google, most of the results on the first couple of pages are Rachel Stevens’ first album… And since starting this entry two and a half hours ago at 9.30, I am a little stressed, so maybe a bit more repressible than I originally felt. *Book of the Times: “The Virgin Suicides” - Jeffrey Eugenides*
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Monday, Feb. 27, 2006 |
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