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Hey there everyone.

Just a quick blog today. Hardly been writing for this thing in the run up to launching our site, but you'll all be glad to know it's finally online. Whoo! Well, the beta version anyway. There's still a lot of development to be done on it as of yet, but we're getting there.

One step at a time...

How to beat depression...

Right, allegedly today is the 'most depressing' day of the year. Apparently. Although to be quite honest I don't see how they could go about measuring that in any kind of way that would amount to something classed as 'scientific'. Do they go around the world clocking off how many suicides there are in each city or something? And even if they did, surely they'd only know which was the most depressing day of the year 24 hours after the day itself.

Regardless, my mother informed me at 9am this morning that today is indeed the most depressing day of the year.

Well, today can kiss my ass, because considering all the elements in place, my day hasn't been too bad. In fact, it's been a pretty good day in the life of this temporarily crippled pirate. So, follow my lead people, I'm going to teach you how to battle the blues.

1) Firstly, wake up, but don't get up. I sure as hell didn't. I led there for a good hour or two before I even moved. I knew I was awake the whole time, because I was thinking about cereal, and I never remember my dreams. If I know what was on my mind at any point in bed, then I must have been awake at that time.

If you've got to go to work, set your alarm an hour early. Then just lie there. It's not like you have anywhere else to be but in bed, and waking up on your own terms kicks ass.

2) Don't get dressed. Again, I can see this getting in the way of people's jobs and all that, but for now let's just say that everybody is at home today. Besides, if you're depressed, and you're at work, chances are you're depressed because of work. In which case you just quit your job, and thank me later.

So don't get dressed. Pretty self explanatory. There's a reason you sleep in pajamas. They're comfy, so stay comfy.

3) Eat something with chocolate in it. If you're like me, a diabetic, chocolate becomes the forbidden fruit of Eden. Which makes it taste all the more satisfying to eat shit loads of it. So get it done. Today is all about you, the depressed. Screw it, drink chocolate if you must, just get some of that brown love inside you.

4) Spend 1/24th of your day on the toilet. The keen minded among you will know that 1/24th of a day is an hour. So you take that hour and you literally shit all over it. It's just Karma.

5) Shower, but only after you've spent all day smelling. Shower when it's least appropriate. There's nothing quite like sitting in your own filth for the first half of the day. When you've got no one to impress, it's great. When there is somebody to impress, it can also be great. Depends how sadistic you're feeling. All I know is I haven't showered, and I've yet to complain about myself.

6) Do something great at night. Wasting the day is one thing, but to top it off, you have to get the full use out of your night. Otherwise, wasting tomorrow won't feel so sweet. So for me, I'm going to hang out with my band, but here's a list of suggestions of things you can do to complete the perfect day:

Get wasted.
Get wasted and dance a lot.
Get wasted, then get a tattoo.
Get a tattoo and then get wasted.
Get a tattoo of you getting wasted.
Hunt and kill your own dinner.
Gamble away something really important.
Pretend to be a tramp with 3 of your friends, and race each other to be the first to beg your way to a tenner.
Travel to another town in a wheelie bin.

How I broke my leg.

So, animation is all well and good, but when you're a couple of 21 year old guys trying to make it in the real world by working for yourself...let's just say, ends don't exactly meet.

So how do we rectify this? The short answer would be, as my Dad, and pretty much anybody else over the age of 45 with a chip on their shoulder would say, get a real job.

So I did. And guess what? It sucks.

You know when you're watching E! True Hollywood Story, and the guy narrating the thing is babbling on about how Angelina Jolie used to flip burgers or some equally degrading shit like that? Well my job is one of those jobs that hopefully some dude on E! is going to talk about on my Hollywood Story in years to come.

I work for Tesco. For the English readers, you all know what Tesco is. For my American readers, let's just say that Tesco is the equivalent to your Wal Mart, only more grocery based. You know how you wake up one morning to find that some asshole has rudely just built a Wal Mart on top of your house or somewhere else inconvenient, because the world is crying out for another one? Well that's Tesco for you.

I work for the .com division. Those people that have never had the displeasure of working for Tesco can be forgiven for not understanding how unpleasant it actually is.

My day starts at 4.30am. Now I don't care what time you go to bed, waking up at 4.30am isn't natural. I can go to bed at 4.30pm the previous evening and still wake up the following morning feeling like it's just too early to be awake. There's a reason the Earth revolves around the Sun. It's to keep people from going out at ridiculous times of the day. 4.30am is a ridiculous time, and I'm most certainly wide awake to appreciate it.

By 5.30am I'm at work. Outside. It's dark, and cold all the time, and thanks to the geographical lottery that my country so clearly lost, I can guarantee it's going to rain all the time. From here on in I have 8 solid hours of lifting and sorting heavy boxes full of food for customers that can't be bothered to travel the 3 minutes down the road to the store, so instead choose to shop from their computer. Seriously, it's not a big country. Surely it's not so 'out of the way' to drive to the store and do your own shopping? Isn't there like an obesity epidemic or something? Whatever.

Anyway, the point is, my day starts too early in the morning for me to be able to get the bus. Public transport doesn't start running till something like, 7:30am. So I had to invest in a scooter. I look something like this:



Honestly, that's not photoshopped in the slightest. I actually have a turret gun grafted to the front of my vespa.

Now, around Christmas time, it can get pretty frigging cold outside at that time in the morning. Cold + wet= ice. If you've ever ridden a scooter, or any two wheeled vehicle over black ice, then I can guarantee you've only done it once. I had to find out the hard way that this is a 'no-go' area. I skidded like crazy, threw myself over the handlebars, and then next thing I know, I'm calling my manager whilst still lying in the road. I didn't go to work that day. Instead, I WALKED MY BIKE HOME.

Fast forward by about a month. I'm back at work. I only took a couple of days off. No big deal. I'm thinking, 'hmmm, it's been a month now, and my leg doesn't seem to feel any better. In fact it seems to be getting worse'. I wasn't prepared to believe that I'd broken anything. For starters, I can drink quite a bit, and that always leads to manic dancing, and I know I'd been doing that shit at least twice a week every week since the crash.

Imagine my surprise, when I walk into casualty for an x-ray, just over 3 weeks after the incident, to be told that I shouldn't really be able to walk. My leg looks something like this:



Pretty cool eh? Well I think so. Turns out it's a perfect break. basically every time I put my foot down, the bones fit back together, and then move apart when I take pressure off it.

So they've casted me, crutched me, and I scored a sweet two weeks off work.

If there's one positive out of all this, I have nothing to do but work on my animations.

And my new blog of course.

K x