The Liebster!

So, I vanished again. I tend to do that. I got busy and  this blog was eating up time I couldn’t afford to give in the last couple weeks. But, I don’t want to stop completely. I may just have to cut back. Manage my time instead of going hammer and tongs and then burning out. But onto a positive…


vinnieh and impossiblegirl123 both nominated me for Liebster Awards! Like, 4 + days ago. Very generous of them. Thanks guys! Oh, and do check out their blogs! vinnie’s is vinnieh and impossiblegirl’s is Life and Other Disasters. They won these awards themselves, because they’re awesome. As are their blogs. They’re two that I make sure I keep up with, even when I’m going on posting sabbaticals myself. They’re well worth a read!

I’m only doing part of the task here, because time permits only a partial response. I will answer the questions posed by each vinnie, and impossiblegirl. Here goes!

Vinnieh’s Questions:

  1. What film can you watch and never ever get bored with? My two favourites, Ronin and Leon.
  2. Which movie character reminds you of yourself? Um… Gil, Owen Wilson’s character, from Midnight in Paris. I have in the past often felt trapped and like I belong elsewhere. We also have the same writing aspirations. It’s just all very me. Similar outlooks and way of interacting with people as well as humour and all that.
  3. If you could travel back in time, which era would you visit? The 1920s, I think. That would be interesting. Like in Midnight in Paris!
  4. If you could be reincarnated as an animal after your death, what animal would you want to be? A dog! Because I like being man’s loyal best friend and totally pampered.
  5. What was the first movie that really scared you? Chucky! Or Seed of Chucky, or whatever the bloody thing is called. I was 10 years old and at a friend’s birthday sleepover party. We found it on TV and thought we should be rebels. Whoops.
  6. If you could work on a film with just one actor or actress, who would you work with? Oh, as if you don’t all already know the answer. Sophia Bush!
  7. Madonna or Lady Ga Ga? Neither? Haha. Maybe Madonna.
  8. Dog or cat lover? Dogs! 100%
  9. James Bond or Jason Bourne? That’s not so easy. Big fan of both. But, I am going to side with James Bond.
  10. What song best describes you? ‘Don’t Worry Be Happy’ by Bobby McFerrin
  11. What is your idea of a great weekend? Something pretty cruisy, just chilling with friends. Anything that involves good food, drinks, company and conversation.

impossiblegirl’s Questions

  1. If you could be part of any story (a book or movie or TV show), which story would you chose? There’s a theme with my thought patterns and desires at the moment… Midnight In Paris.
  2. Tea or coffee? Coffee! I like tea as well, but (during winter especially) I love coffee in the mornings!
  3. Which fictional character bares the most resemblance to you (either in physical appearance, in character or both)? I feel we’ve covered this with the first lot. Gil, from Midnight in Paris.
  4. Summer or winter? Summer, absolutely!
  5. Would you rather watch exclusively TV shows or movies for the rest of your life? Movies I think.
  6. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go? Paris is due for a visit!
  7. Gummy bears or chocolate? Oh, man. Gummy bears IN chocolate? Haha. Depends on my mood. Probably take the chocolate if pushed though.
  8. What’s the first movie you really remember? And why was it so memorable? Milo and Otis. I remember really loving that as a kid.
  9. Which song could you listen to on repeat for hours? Any Dave Matthews Band song. Let’s go with ‘Jimi Thing‘.
  10. Comedy or Horror? Comedy. Definitely.
  11. Which Big Bang Theory character are you? I am one of the few people that don’t love that show. Having said that, probably Raj, because he can’t talk to girls either, and he’s funniest of the bunch. 😉

Daily Prompt: Excitement

Today’s Daily Prompt asks us what we last got truly excited about.

I think the most excited I have been recently was a couple months ago when I was accepted into my writing course.

I had to produce a sample of writing for the process. I was none too confident about that. Then I got the thumbs up. Nice confidence booster.

But more importantly, I was pumped to be beginning the journey of achieving a dream. I had shirked my dreams for a while. I guess fear was the overriding factor. A little fear crumbled away that day. That’s something worth getting excited about.

And the course is going well, so the excitement not only remains, but even continues to grow. You all may just read something of mine one day.

You know, something that isn’t this blog…

Thanks for reading this, by the way. I appreciate it. as does my confidence and my writing-based excitement levels. You’re all awesome.

How To Wear A Hat

My last post was ridiculously long. I don’t know how that happened. Don’t read it. For the love of all that is right, do not read my last post. What a monster. It’s like the fat kid at the party who ate all the cake. And all the patient kids didn’t get any. Poor buggers. I do apologize.

Let me make it up to you with a short post. It’s a “how to”. Today I teach you all “how to wear a hat”. Because I know some of you are having difficulty. It’s okay. It is not uncommon. Fortunately, the steps are simple. Just follow our good friend below…

Just The One Regret…

I missed a few days in the blogsphere, but there was a Daily Prompt I wanted to address. This one asked – What’s your biggest regret? How would your life have been different if you’d made another decision?

I want to address this one, because journaling my thoughts is a good way to access them. And I believe in maintaining a completely honest and open approach to this blog. A vulnerable approach, even. And I may become a little vulnerable with this one. But I like that feeling.

I tend not to look at any past events as ‘regrets’. Those things to me are what I would generally refer to as ‘lessons’. Having said that, I made a decision once based on morals and not the heart. So, it was a lesson as well, but certainly the closest thing I have to an official regret. It was perhaps a little bit of what sparked my New Years Resolution to be more selfish. It’s a tricky one though, because although I have had the moral clash, I still stick by them and don’t know if I could turn on them, even if I had this chance over again.

The good news is, it is not necessarily irreversible. But we’ll get to that at the end.

About a year ago, last September, a friend was having a few drinks in the city for his birthday. I never caught up with the guy outside playing soccer with him, and he is a terrific bloke, so I wanted to. We weren’t playing on the same team anymore, so we never saw each other. It was a good chance to catch up.

I almost didn’t go. That night my housemate and I could barely be bothered going. It was all the way in the city, and we were feeling pretty lazy. We talked ourselves into it though. We did want to catch up with the guy.

We got there and the bouncer wouldn’t let us into the pub. It was a bit odd. We were dressed nice enough, and there were blokes basically wearing rags walking out of the pub while we stood there on the sidewalk.

We almost went home. We rang our mate and explained our predicament as we were walking back to the car. He said bollocks to that, he’d rather drag his mates out of the pub and go elsewhere to drink than send us home.

So we turned back around to meet him. While we were waiting for him and his crew to emerge from the establishment, one of his friends turned up. A very attractive woman. I forget how we knew we were looking for the same people, but we worked it out. That’s not the important part anyway.

Now, at first sight, I thought she was gorgeous, sure. And with first conversation I thought she was my kind of people. But I wouldn’t say I was hook, line and sinker straight off the bat. I think I’d assumed she was there with someone. And at that point, I wasn’t single, either.

Anyway, point is, I thought nothing of anything at this point. I wasn’t interested in meeting anyone. I hadn’t even bothered to shave!

We all went to another bar. A little dive joint. I really liked the place. We all ended up in an upstairs room, and  it was mostly just the birthday crew there.

I didn’t really know anyone except my housemate, so when he ended up talking to our mate with the birthday over in some corner of the bar, I was left kind of just floating. It wasn’t planned, but somehow this gorgeous lady and myself ended up seated next to each other, so we struck up a conversation.

Well, you hear people say things like “I’ve never met anyone like them before,” and “we were connected instantly like kindred spirits as if we’d known each other for forever.” I never bought into that crap. Damn, you hear people say that, too. Suffice to say, I had to stop myself from using those phrases later that night.

We got along instantly. We were on the same wavelength. It was strange. We seemed to be thinking the exact same thing at all times. We had the same sense of humour, and sense of, well, everything. We were so connected spiritually (for lack of a better word) that it really wasn’t until after we parted that I realised, “hey, she was absolutely beautiful, too.”

Bare with me as I try to explain it…

We had a lot of odd things in common. I don’t mean like, “oh, you’re left-handed too?” Nope, random connections. Like, she was born in the tiny town in England that my mum was born in. Her dad and I both started with degrees in Zoology and then leaped to teaching secondary science. (At that point I still was teaching.) One weird one, was when she likened something I said to sounding like a quote from a Jim Jarmusch film, when that week, I had finished writing a screenplay based on myself I had penned with Jim Jarmusch in mind. No joke.

Those are just a couple tidbits I remember. We spoke for a couple hours. She was basically the only person I spoke to all night. It was fascinating that we just seemed like the same people. We both learned a lot about each other in a very short time frame. And we wanted to. Which was weird. Ice-breaking conversations and small talk bores me to buggery. But this wasn’t like that at all. I don’t even know how to explain what it was actually like.

And now at the risk  of being cliche, I can honestly say I have never, and will never meet anyone like her, or that I connect with on the same level. I don’t see it as possible. I’ve met an awful lot of people, and that was… weird… different… amazing.

What happened? Well, we exchanged numbers and agreed to stay in touch. A few emails were sent. She shared her artwork and I shared some writing. But I couldn’t keep up the correspondence for more than a couple weeks in good conscience.

I was developing feelings for her. And I wasn’t single.

To be honest, I knew it was going to happen. And I knew I was going to stay faithful to my girlfriend of 18 months rather than follow my heart. Gee, sounds like an obvious decision now, doesn’t it? And my housemate knew I knew it, because I was freaking out that night.

After the party had finished and we all parted ways, my housemate and I made the short walk to China Town to grab some late-night dinner. I was jittery. Like, proper jittery. I felt sick. Sick with a mixture of excitement and a dilemma. I couldn’t handle having to make the decision of “if there’s something here with someone who is basically perfect for me, can I leave my girlfriend for her?” I never thought I would have to make a decision like that. I didn’t want to be that guy. I felt like I was betraying my girlfriend, simply by asking myself that question.

On a side-note, that’s why I remain single with absolutely no plan to start dating anyone. I realized there was actually something missing from all my other relationships. Something that actually existed and was obtainable. Something I hadn’t been able to qualify until that encounter. There was a connection there that my relationships had lacked. And now that I knew it existed, there was no way I could in good conscience enter into a relationship without knowing it was there.

Anyway, back to the dinner. I remember my housemate and I sitting in the Chinese restaurant, and I was just shaking. I never leave food on the table. Never. I think I had two mouthfuls. I was freaking out trying to work out what to do. My housemate said, “I have never seen you smile like that at any point. When you were talking to her, you seemed… right.”

And he was right. And although he wouldn’t encourage me to leave my girlfriend, I knew what he was getting at, and he was right about that, too.

But of course, I didn’t. I instead broke communication with this dream-woman and continued trying to give my all to my current relationship. But of course, it failed 8 months later. And now I am without anyone. Serves me right I guess.

So that is my one regret. Though, I may have trouble doing anything differently a second time around. I guess I’ve tried to avoid that by wanting to avoid another relationship unless of course I experience that same connection again.

But, as I mentioned at the start of this… essay (sorry ’bout that)… perhaps it is not necessarily irreversible. I mean, I still have her contact details. And I know she would be excited to hear that I have decided to chase the dream and make my writing a profession. (Something we had talked about in depth).

So, maybe I’ll have to keep you all posted. Perhaps I may still overturn this one regret…

Back In The Saddle

Uh-oh, four days have passed without me writing here! I had been trying to force myself to maintain a habit of writing every single day. I was doing well for a while. This week I started struggling with the blog ideas. But, then my head drifted towards other ideas.

I have been dabbling with my screenwriting. That’s fun. I don’t know if I’ll ever come up with something worthy of chasing professionally, but I at the very least enjoy it and it gives me a chance to write something.

And I know via that means of writing daily, I neglect you all here. So, I apologize. I have missed you all, if that is any consolation. I have been thinking about you and your blogs. Mostly your blogs. Let’s not make this weird.

But, here I am forcing myself to write something on my blog. And it is something of nothing, but… well, that is okay, too. Right?

I think it is important for me to continue writing every day. And know that if I am not here, hounding you all with my nonsense, I am in fact still writing. Just, in a different medium. My nonsense is being confined to screenplays only I will see, or a novel I will probably never have the guts to attempt anything with, for a lack of belief that my words are worth reading anymore than anyone else’s.

Whoops, I got a bit mopey there. I didn’t mean to. And as I remind my friends constantly; “I do not hold a negative self belief, I merely hold a realistic one.”

I believe it. No-one else does. Does that make it false? Who knows. But, just because I may think something is beyond me, does not necessarily mean I won’t attempt to grasp it all the same. People have been overachieving all their lives. (See Bieber, et. al.)  So, why shouldn’t I be allowed to?

You’re right. I should. And gosh-darn it, I will.

Bring On The Cop Shows!

I am going to have a new show to watch! Two in fact!

I don’t watch a lot of television. Wait, let me rephrase that…

There are not many shows that I watch every episode of on the television. I find synchronizing myself to a TV schedule to be virtually impossible. I record every episode of ‘The Late Late Show With Craig Ferguson‘, and watch all of those, because, well, he’s just the perfect entertainer to me, and I enjoy a talk show when done right. Having said that, his is really the only one I watch.

I do also purchase full seasons of shows like Community, The Office, Entourage, Arrested Development, 30 Rock, etc. You know, comedies. Stuff I can watch more than once. And want to.

Possibly the only non-comedy I own is Luther. And that’s a mini-series.

No, I do not own ‘One Tree Hill’. Ya smart-asses. That bloody show is not worth 9 seasons-worth of my money. Not until I’m rich, at least.

But, here come along not one, but TWO new series that I want to involve myself in. And both are cop dramas. Yeah, what?!

You need to know two things. My favourite actress = Sophia Bush. Okay, you knew that one. Also, my favourite actor = Jean Reno. Okay, I think I’ve given it all away now.

Jo is a new series starring Jean Reno as police Commander Jo Saint-Clair. This is Reno’s first lead TV role, so add extra excitement to my anticipation right there. He basically just solves murders in Paris while wrestling with his own demons. Because every good TV detective needs demons. Jill Hennessy and Sean Pertwee are also along for the ride. Which is awesome, because I have always liked Hennessy and I am a huge Pertwee fan.

I’ll buy it, no questions asked.


I don’t have a poster for this second cop series. It has only just been announced. It is called Chicago PD. It is a spin-off from ‘Chicago Fire’. It is exactly as it sounds; a cop show based in Chicago. According to my sources (Wikipedia, nothing flash), “The show will focus on uniformed police patrol and the Intelligence Unit that pursues the perpetrators of the city’s major street offenses.” So, why is this cop show particularly special?

Because it puts Sophia Bush back on the telly!

Yeah, I’ll watch it.

Oh, and Season 3 of ‘Luther’ is available soon as well, I believe. Bring on the cop shows!

‘Me’ Music; Awesome Actors in Music Videos Edition

I absolutely love finding a video with a favourite actor being all brilliant in it. Below are some songs I love, with music videos made more awesome by actors I love. And I even showed restraint and left out the Passion Pit one with Sophia Bush. But only because I posted that one yesterday.

Let us begin with the obvious. ‘Weapon of Choice‘ by Fatboy Slim. Let’s just say, I am on board for anything Christopher Walken decides to do. I could watch the guy hail a cab. There’s just something about him that I find naturally hilarious.

And now onto some choices that are as much about the music. ‘Lover of the Light‘ by Mumford & Sons is, like any of their songs, absolutely magnificent. Then throw in Idris Elba and, well, I am truly captivated.

And now, a lesser known video, I think. ‘Not About Love’ by Fiona Apple. I am a bit partial to Fiona’s songs. I have all her albums. I think she’s extremely talented. And then add Zach Galifianakis. That clown. Well, it’s a cute video I think. Makes me do that half-laugh, half-smile thing.

And now, some absolute joy. ‘Don’t Worry Be Happy‘ by Bobby McFerrin. Starring Bobby McFerrin, Robin Williams and, um, that… other guy.

And a classic. ‘You Can Call Me Al‘ by Paul Simon. Because, I love Chevy Chase.

And to finish, something kinda whack. Matthew McConaughey in ‘Synthesizers‘ by Butch Walker and the Black Widows.

Daily Prompt: Name that… You!

Today’s (and I am actually on the right day today!!) Daily Prompt asks… “Do you know the meaning of your name, and why your parents chose it? Do you think it suits you?”

My real name for those playing at home, is Ewen. I don’t know why my parents chose it. I suppose they wanted something different. Something easy to spell; both for them (laziness) and for myself (dunce-ness). Both parents have some family ancestry from Wales, and this is the Welsh form of the name… I think. Unlike Ewan McGregor, who bares the Scottish version. I always get that spelling. Gee, do I look like Obi Wan Kenobi to you? (Don’t answer that).

Mum wanted to call me Joel. That became my middle name. Dad won the name game ultimately. But, I like ‘Ewen’. It does suit me. It’s a bit different, simple, and a little mysterious. Mysterious as in, “really… why?!” But, mysterious nonetheless.

The name means ‘youth‘. I don’t know if, or how that applies to me. I think I am still young at heart. I might be clutching at straws there. Maybe my simpleton parents looked at me upon birth and said “Crikey, he’s young. Let’s name him after youth.”

All I know is that people never understand me the first time I introduce myself. They’re just not ready for it. It sounds foreign to them.

Me: “Hi, I’m Ewen.”

Random: “What? John?”

Me: “No, Ewen.”

Random: “Oh, Gwen.”

Me: “Eeewen.”

Random: “Oh, Melton.”

Me: “Yeah, fucking Melton, that’ll do.”

Another Final? I Just Want to Sleep!

Okay, you just have to endure one last post about my soccer goalkeeping endeavors. For as of tonight I have ‘retired’. My back needs to be doing something different, and I’m only happy when I’m winning. So, time to shut it down. That was never the idea.

I am moving on to beach volleyball, at least for this season. A friend and I played a couple years ago and really enjoyed it. Won a few titles, too. We’re older and less mobile now. We both carry injuries collected over our soccer ‘careers’. It will be interesting to see how we go and if we can move at all. But most importantly, it will be fun. I am really looking forward to it.

That starts next week. This post was actually supposed to be about tonight’s futsal game. Sorry, I got sidetracked by volleyball thoughts. So, anyway, my brother’s futsal team had their Grand Final tonight. I decided it was a good game to go out on, and was still carrying momentum from the other epic Grand Final win last week, so I decided I would play.

Lady luck was smiling down on me again tonight. We won 6-1. We were up 3-1 at half time and we managed not to concede in the second half. It’s been a trend lately, and there isn’t really a better trend than that! To cap it all off, I was (probably incorrectly) awarded the MVP… Player of the Final… thingy.

So, yeah, a good night was had. I got to say my, at least temporary, goodbyes to futsal in good fashion. And now I am knackered again. But, I refuse to go to sleep on such a self-indulgent post. So, I shall be backing this up with another post shortly. Catch you all in a few!

‘Me’ Music; Schoolboy Crush Edition

In this edition of ‘music that makes me, me’ I have included three videos, all fitting the ‘schoolboy crush’ theme. Two because I adore the singers and their music, and one because, well, you’ll see…

The first is ‘King of Anything’ by Sara Bareilles. Now here is an artist I absolutely adore. Love her voice, her music, and yeah okay, she’s pretty cute, too. I almost convinced a friend to go to Perth (other side of Australia, for those Northern-Hemisphere folk) just to see her as the support act to a gig. Unfortunately that didn’t take in the end. But with luck I’ll catch a gig of her’s one day.

Secondly, we have another gorgeous singer, whose music is so sweet and happy it is as intoxicating as her natural beauty. Here is ‘Bubbly’ by Colbie Caillat.

And last, but never least, here is a song by Passion Pit. But, Passion Pit are five blokes, you say? Right you are. Now, guess who features in their ‘Carried Away’ video… oh, the suspense is killing me, I’ll guess for you. Is it Sophia Bush?

Why yes, it is! How’d you know, me? Oh, I guess I just know me too well…