Than he has to take his leave. Only temporary, I've got to go check on the Banana Bread Muffins -
- good thing I did, too. The recipe is actually for a cake done in a tin, not for muffins, and it said "bake for an hour". Had I done so, instead of this
Banana Bread Brandy Maple muffins |
Why You Must Absolutely Hoard Everything, All The Time
Did I bore you last week with needing to buy earphones? The reason was that my previous ones came apart in my rucksack, probably because they were buried under five or six pounds of hardback books*.
Well, it is not beyond Conrad to glue small objects together, he has after all constructed 1/300 scale Minenwerfer from paper and pencil leads. But! A vital piece went missing, so I admitted defeat and bought a couple of earphone sets.
What do I espy last night?
Slightly left of centre |
I was certain I'd dropped it to the floor. Two questions - how did it get onto the upper desk - and who put it there?
Tunnock The Terrific
Conrad has long known the delights of the biscuits made by Tunnocks, viz. the evidence in his lunchbox:
Upper right corner. Also, marvel at the rigid symmetry of Conrad's lunchbox. Unlike his mind. |
Which means everyone in Scotland eats these |
Where was I? Oh, yes, the Games. There were dancing teacakes there, you know.
The Apple Falls 187 Miles From The Tree
Conrad will drink pretty much anything, even that ghastly sherry milkshake that he made once as an experiment, hoping Grandma wouldn't notice the level in the bottle had decreased a bit - that's a bit off-topic, ignore it. So, he got offered a concoction described on the tin as "Blueberry Cider", to wit:
Nothing coloured like that can be good for you, can it? |
The Artistic Process
Yes, it's true. Banging on about Titian and Giorgione has caused Conrad to think of himself as an artist.
No! Not a pen and ink or brush and pot kind of artist - Conrad has trouble drawing a straight line with the help of a bright light and a ruler - but the one who paints pictures with words**.
Is Mister Hand up to something here? I didn't add those asterisks <looks over shoulder suddenly, hurts neck, whimpers and looks back at screen>
Yes, the artistic process. I thought it might interest viewers if this got explained, with some pictures to
Step One: The Idea
This can evolve from a previous concept or spring, small but perfectly-formed, into
Conrad's mind.
Behind those cold, cruel eyes. |
That original idea then goes round and round and round Conrad's mind. If you've ever
seen a candy-floss machine at work, then that's how the original idea gets encrusted
with ever more detail and description.
It was this or a candy-floss machine, and this photo was ready to go |
There comes a point where Conrad has to get the ideas down on paper, otherwise
they would complete take over his mind and send him potty***. Here we see notes
from the Intermediate Notebook - far left - fleshed out with more detail in those
pages from the Large Notebook:
About eight hundred words of wisdom. If wisdom is spelt "weird and drivel" |
A typical chapter in The Great Zombie Novel might be five thousand words long, so
the plot notes are more a framework to be improvised against. Thus we end up with
a lot of typed stuff:
Too small to see? Trust me, it's great stuff. |
I would like to point out that there will be no blog tomorrow.
Why not? I can hear you thinking^
Because Conrad shall be dragging his elderly carcass to a gig in Manchester tomorrow evening, at Kosmonaut, and he won't be going home afterwards, either, since his glamourous understudy Anna^^ has gotten him a discounted hotel room. So, whereas normally I'd be baking - done tonight - or at the Pub Quiz - beating the coach-parties with Google on their phones - instead I will be <ahem> "rocking out" to From The Kites Of San Quentin", "Cogi" and "Sphelm".
Alcatraz. Easily confused with San Quentin. |
* What can I say, I like a bit of choice
** Mister Hand apologises for the nauseatingly pretentious drivel Conrad has put here. Too much of the baking brandy!
*** It's a moot point how many people would notice.
^ Yes, telepathy is being developed by DARPA even as I type.
^^ Today looking good in a dress! - which comment will probably embarass her terribly. Heh!
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