New Year and all that!

And so the end of the last year has finally made way for the new one, and I expect that there will be little different in this one.

Of course the last one started with me in the USA, thanks to Stefan, followed by a year long move forward creatively with the publishing of two books, the setting up of a YouTube channel, the link is here, which has some examples of my warped sense of humour, and more to come. I was hoping that my second short film would have been finished by now, but due to a lack of technological knowledge using Apple's 'garageband' I'm having problems setting the soundtrack to the movie, the release date has been set back a while.

I've posed the thought of going in a different direction with the blog, and still I remain 'wishy washy', unable to decide where I should be heading. It might help a bit if I didn't have so many creative projects on the go, but my mind has never been that efficient at finishing one thing before moving on to the next thing. Of course the idea of a kick up the rear might help, as might some self discipline, but then I wouldn't be me and despite what some certain individuals might think, I'm quite happy with me.

The New Year was seen in 'unseen', I kept falling asleep throughout the day, largely due to around 2 hours sleep the previous night. This once again proves my mortality is getting the better of me, and whereas in years past wouldn't have been a problem now age, amongst other reasons, becomes evermore eager for the delights of a settled night's kip and complains bitterly when I try to follow a regime of sleep deprivation. I suppose I should be thankful that the hulking frame still refuses to give in to the inevitable conclusion, although that doesn't help placate the disappointment of some who expected you to be a particular party, but never bothered to show up at.

So as far as New Year's Eve goes, this year was a damp squib, not that I'm complaining. I fully expect 2011 to be little different to 2010, and if it's as pedestrian as it was in 2010 there will be little in the way of grumbling from me. Whilst it's often delightful to spend many hours in the mythical joviality of listening to the unending optimism of the never ending belief humankind as for thinking that each new year will usher in some miraculous change, I prefer the more realistic glass being half empty than half full. The human species remains irrefutably predictable in determining that life will continue to get worse instead of better.

Have I made any resolutions? Nope! Nor will I because I'm almost certain that such hopes of wonderment will quickly fall by the wayside, abandoned without a struggle. Instead I'll muddle through another year, slowly wending my way along the path of destiny, allowing me to vaguely accomplish something or other to my liking. My hair will continue to fall out with the gentle breeze of life. My face will collect a few more distinguished lines. I'll happily settle for no surprises, becoming a little more patient with life and people. But most of all I'll still remain confused why the human race still persists in following a path wholly repugnant to itself and its six billion neighbours.