Tuesday, April 20, 2010


If things were a bit quiet round here last week, then it was mainly cos of this:

A chalazion (cyst) inside the upper eye-lid which had to be cut out. I've had it done a couple times before, but - believe me - excising one of these buggers isn't the most pleasant of experiences. They evert the eye-lid, clamp the eye open with a frame and inject a local into the lid. Then it turns into a sort of Cronenbergesque torture-porn scenario: you have no choice but to watch while the surgeon goes to work with a scalpel on your lid. Brain sends recursive "Eye! Knife! Eye! Knife! Eye! Knife! Eye! Knife!" panic-mantras direct to adrenal-gland while nurses try and stop you running for the door. "Try and stay still," says the surgeon, helpfully, "I wouldn't want to pop your eyeball."

While he was there he fixed another, smaller cyst in the lower lid. Another injection, more slicing. Vision goes pink like an early 60's Corman E. A. Poe movie with trick optics and Vincent Price.

Heh. Shaping up to be an interesting month, surgery-wise, what with having a cancerous ulcer thang hacked from mah head a couple weeks back with a customised potato-scraper.

Still, it stops life from getting boring.

Blurred vision notwithstanding, I spent the w/end pushing on and finally put the lid on a biggish writing project. Not that big by some people's standards, but pretty big by mine. (I've still got a couple of novella/novellettes stacked up and circling somewhere over Luton Airport. No wait: they've been grounded by volcanic ash) This all goes contrary to my current philosophy, so have made a pact with myself not to write anything over two pages for the rest of the year.

Still, finishing a biggish, full-on project always leaves me kinda hollowed-out and restless, yet strangely relieved.

Wish I'd read this before I'd written it:

(The disappearance of Execution-as-Spectacle, the de-physicalisation of punishment, abstract shame felt by the dispenser-of-punishment, etc, etc)

Meanwhile, have already started ramping up some other stuff, incl. Project O. Spending this week hacking audio n suchlike; I'd like to post a picture of what we've been up to, but I'd better run this past Farmer Glitch first. Or maybe I'll just wait 'til it's done and in situ.

It's pretty awesome. Plus I get to write an Artist's Mission Statement type thing, which sounds awfully grand and a bit fucking precious, except for the fact that - basically - The Farmer and I are just doing what we've always done. Which is dicking around with stuff.

Meanwhile, just as I'm writing this, Kid Kid Shirt comes running in and tells me she's just earned her Artist Badge from Brownies.

Which is waaay cooler than anything I'm doing.



At 9:06 pm, Blogger Fritz Bogott said...

No reason HF can't issue badges.

At 9:33 pm, Blogger I am not Kek-w said...

Hacker Farm merit-badges...!!!

That's genius, Fritz!

A Thumb-Blister Badge for soldering-wounds. Broken-Plectrum Badge for instrument-modification. Doc-Martin-Boot Badge for car-boot sale booty-plunder duty, etc.


At 5:30 am, Blogger db said...

I find putting a moratorium on project work is the surest way to start getting stuff done. I just recently said I need to put a stop to things until after the move and allofasudden I'm like some bug-eyed cyclone of energy! Not like that'll lead to anything *productive*, but still. Oh! And does this mean you get to wear an eyepatch? Because that, as my associate Kate recently said, would be *badass*. Kek Plissken!

At 8:56 am, Blogger I am not Kek-w said...

That's a great eyepatch gallery!

I had to take mine off eventually because I kept walking into things.

Kek Plissken! "I heard you were dead!"


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