Today I’ve had a day off from school, and I’ve not done a thing except making another run through Fallout New Vegas. I really like that game. It’s perfect world building, and it suits a gamer like me that want to go off on a tangent and do some stupid stuff on my own.
Mark is, of course, sending sarcastic texts about lazy bums that get to stay home while he has to go and “enjoy” the delights of school. But, I really wish he’d been here. This could have been a nice entry to the weekend for both of us. Alas, we do go to different schools, and sometimes the dates clash.
Since I’ve not done a thing, I’ve planned a little more elaborate dinner for us tonight, and I’m going to try to make lasagna from scratch. I’ve never made my own, so wish me luck. If you read about a big domestic fire in the South of England, it is probably not going to be me.
Speaking of fires, I spoke to someone about my plans for the future, in regards to journalism, and I think I came off as a bit too harsh on the profession. Some of you may know that the Leveson inquiry is in full swing here with Rupert Murdoch sitting in the parliamentary dock about it.
This is something I’ve talked to people about, of course, since from outside it looks like the ethics of the profession are non-existent. The newspapers appear to have corrupted everyone from the Bobby on the street corner to the Prime Minister in Whitehall in exchange for influence, endorsement or money.
People I talk to, from the ones in my year to teachers and others, have a very low opinion of journalists. And that presents a dilemma for me because journalism appeals to me. I think I’ve said so several times.
My thinking is very confused about all this; ranging from a “I don’t want to work with something that will make everyone hate me” to “I’d love to write about that kind of thing”. The pendulum swings between the extremes, and I don’t know what to make of it. I don’t understand why I’m so conflicted about it, loving the idea of it but being afraid of the practice of it. I’m weird.
I just have this Plan. I am going to be a novelist. That’s what I want. In order to be a novelist, I need to work with something that pays the rent. My initial blurry plan was to get a university degree from some posh university, and then teach English. That doesn’t really appeal to me. Writing does appeal to me, if I can pull it off. And journalism is writing. So, I dither about it. I can never sit down and think ‘Right, that’s decided. This is what I’m going to do.”
And that I’m weird is probably because I’m from a weird country, because something that made me laugh today is a bit of news that the government wants to introduce an opt-in for porn on the internet, for adults.
Because adults are not doing adequate supervision of us impressionable teenagers, the government feels it needs to do something, and that something is to make a law that requires ISPs to block porn, and force adults to call BT or Virgin or other ISPs to let the filth flow.
I can imagine that, yeah. It sounds so delicious in my mind. I can see this scene where some guy gets ready for a wank, and then calls some lady at the phone company about it. ‘Hur hur hur, that site, Big Titties com. Puff puff. Yeah, girl, let it flow. Show me the titties. Hur hur.”
Hilarious. But sometimes this is a hilarious country. That cold and rational Swedish side of me is slightly amused. The British side is outraged. Where will I get my porn from if this goes through?