It's the first Friday Random Ten of 2008, and that means it's time to do the clichéd thing and start whipping out resolutions. I know, you're probably scratching your heads right now, thinking, "But Doug, you're such a great person who's brought so much joy into my life with this blog, and by all reports you're devilishly handsome -- I mean, not Conan O'Brien handsome, but still pretty fucking hot -- to boot. What resolutions could you possibly need to make?" And I know, I kind of thought the same thing for a while there, but I did a little soul-searching between Christmas and New Year's and determined that yeah, there were actually one or two things I could stand to, well, tighten a little. So here's Five New Year's Resolutions For 2008:
Do more writing of a non-work and non-blog nature.
Once upon a time I actually had writing projects other than this blog and the stuff I was assigned for work. At one point I was even planning on dialing back the blog a bit to be able to spend more time on one of them. Well, that, like all of the other best-laid plans of mice and men, went astray, but my first resolution is to redouble my efforts on that stuff, the first and most pressing priority being the screenplay that I've been fucking with for a decade now. Now, I don't plan on allowing this to inhibit the blog at all, but my goal is to write at least one (1) non-work-related, non-blog pages every day, so that maybe by the end of this year I'll actually have the screenplay finished, perhaps even something I can shop around to bring in a little money on the side. It probably figures that I now have four pages (and counting) to make up.
Do a better job of sticking to my monthly budget.
At the suggestion of my parents, and by "suggestion" I mean "threat of bodily harm," I started keeping a monthly budget on my computer about a year and a half ago, so I'd know where all my money was going and how much I had left to burn at any given moment. Which is great, and that alone puts things in a lot of perspective, but a budget is only good if you hold to it -- which, quite frankly, I've kind of gotten away from doing. It's one thing to declare on the first of the month, "I have $100 to spend this month on eating out and going to bars," but if you've spent $95 of that by the 20th and a friend calls and says, "Hey, it's so-and-so's birthday so we're going to Bottega and then we're going to head over to the Station and do shots until six in the morning," the grown-up thing to do is politely decline. I'd like to replace my eight-and-a-half-year-old TV with a plasma one of these days, and there are about 13 different things on my car that could use fixing, so I guess this is where I start making an effort to be able to afford all that.
Consume less porn.
Now, I don't want you to think I'm some hairy-palmed perv here -- I don't actually even own any porn videos (unless "Bring It On" qualifies), and I don't really go in for anything kinkier than Playboy on a day-to-day basis. And contrary to what the Christian fundamentalists and the Andrea Dworkins of the world will tell you -- and boy, don't they make an interesting couple -- porn isn't that harmful on its face. When you get right down to it, Playboy doesn't treat women as meat any worse than most of what's in Cosmopolitan, and on its worst day it doesn't degrade women anywhere near as bad as the right-wing fundies who firmly believe that women shouldn't be doing anything other than staying home, shutting up, and pumping out babies. But there is one drawback to Playboy (and actually Maxim and FHM and whatever else) -- you spend enough time looking at pictures of blondes with 36D tits, flawless tans and asses you could bounce a quarter off of, and you start to get the idea that women actually look like that. Which most of them don't. And if you go out into the dating world setting the bar at Kara Monaco and refusing to accept any substitutes, you're setting yourself up for many a disappointing evening (not to mention coming off as kind of a superficial dick). So all I'm trying to do is head that off before it happens. Still gonna lust after the models on "Deal or No Deal" and go catatonic during Victoria's Secret commercials, though. You can't take that away from me. Anyway, on that note . . .
Spend less time chasing girls.
Some may not agree with me, but being single is a pain in the ass. Maybe it's just because Birmingham is a pretty difficult town for meeting single women -- seems like everyone here is either married or 16 years old, or in some cases both -- but over the last couple years I've probably gotten more stressed out over women, with less to show for it, than any other time I can remember. So I'm making the unilateral decision to just remove that from my shit-to-get-worried-about list. Now, I'm not turning completely asexual here -- if something (or someone, rather) drops into my lap, fine, we'll see where that goes. I mean, I've been getting some really filthy e-mails from Melissa Theuriau lately and I plan on continuing to respond to every single one of them. But I'm not spending any effort chasing women is what I'm saying. If I get really depressed and out of it one night and need the ego boost of feeling like a woman is throwing herself at me for a few hours, well, that's what Hooters is for. It's all an act, of course, but maybe that's for the best.
And finally . . .
That poster was a gift to me from my sister, and it may actually be my favorite of all of the presents I got this Christmas. It comes from the World War II era, when the British were very fearful of a German invasion of their island; Her Majesty's government printed out a bunch of these posters for propaganda purposes, and in the event of a full-scale ground invasion by the Nazis, they were going to send out a bunch of people in the middle of the night to put these posters up all over London and other cities in the UK. (And it's such a classically British attitude when you get right down to it -- "Right, erm, well, we've been invaded, haven't we? Pity that. Guess I should pop on down to the market before things get too dodgy. Are we all right on tea?") Anyway, I've put this on my door so that it's the last thing I see before I leave my apartment, just as a reminder that no matter how stressful or crappy things get with respect to work, my finances, the state of my apartment, or my personal life, it's nothing I can't get through if I so choose. I mean, if the Brits could keep a stiff upper lip even through the threat of the Wehrmacht rolling through their streets, I can handle a picky client or an unexpected car repair.
So here's to staying calm and carrying on in 2008, everybody. And now the Ten:
1. Pet Shop Boys, "We Came From Outer Space"
2. Thievery Corporation, "Shaolin Satellite"
3. Public Enemy, "Mind Terrorist"
4. Pet Shop Boys, "It's a Sin"
5. Paul Simon, "Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard"
6. R.E.M., "Falls to Climb"
7. Big Audio Dynamite II, "When the Time Comes"
8. Underworld, "Back in the Fears"
9. U2, "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For"
10. Roni Size, "Brown Paper Bag" (Photek remix)
Let's hear your Tens and/or resolutions for '08 in the comments.