Pete Hindle's Repository of Stuff

This blog should be considered defunct by it's readers, as I've moved my online operations over to http://petehindle.com

Have you forgotten how to blog?

No. I've been studiously ignoring my personal blogs for a few different reasons.



Why are you giving up being an artist?

I want some money. Art doesn't pay.



But your work is in (insert show here)!

I'm not getting paid for any of the shows I'm in, apart from the touring show in
the Big M. Which I got paid €200 for, which doesn't cover my rent. You should
also note that anytime you see my work, this is stuff that I sent off at the
start of the year.





I heard you went on holiday to Berlin. How was that?

Yes, I went to Biggleswade to see my parents, Berlin to relax, and Hull to start
my own company. I enjoyed hanging out with my parents the most.



Start your own company?

Yes. I said I'd start my own company doing blogging. There's nothing like
saying your going to do something professionally to suck all the fun out of it.



What's not fun about blogging? It's great!

Says you, monkeyfucker. I've been using Drupal to blog with, and it's a bitch.
Also, I know who my audience are - and how technically literate they are. So, in
order - hi Dad, hi Sam, hi Brenda, hi Tom (sorry I've been slack in getting in
touch, say hi to the wife), hi Mum (who has got the email from Dad about this
and is reading it at work whilst drinking coffee), hi Keri. Of course, if people
weren't so damn stupid about how to work an RSS reader, that list would be a lot
longer.



What are you going to do now, in terms of this blog?

Once I've figured out how to make http://petehindle.com point to
http://petehindle.textdriven.com, I'm going to make this blog what it says at the top:
a repository. I have no great urge to make art at the minute as I've pointed
out, and I can't stand the idea of programming. Therefore, I'll let this site
sit and moulder for a bit as I listen to Joanna Newsom whilst playing World of
Warcraft.



Wow, WoW? Looking 4 healer, Stokads! Cn u hlp?

If you ever talk to me again I will bury you in my garden, you idiot child.



That last bit didn't make any sense...

Well, it didn't make sense if you aren't into the internet. I've always said
that I'm five years ahead of my generation when it comes to the internet, and it
really shows in the art world, where most of my contemporaries are too lazy to
learn how to work a modern computer. Frankly, I'm tired of feeling like the
straggly-haired prophet, shouting "but computers will put you in touch with a
larger audience!" to an unresponsive audience of paint-stained idiots who can't
see that people such as Warren Ellis have shown the way already. He's not the
internet messiah, he's a very naughty boy, but he's a very bright, naughty boy.



Always look on the bright sid-

Fuck you sideways. I've seen people break in many different ways this year, and all I
want is to get paid, do you hear me? I just want to be comfortable for once, and
not feel guilty for every penny I spend, whether it's my money or someone
else's. I want to be recognised for my enormous intellect. I want to be rewarded
for my skill with computers. And I want to be able to afford an xbox and play
Halo 3. Is that so bad?

note that this entry is messed up as it's been put through the wringer of Drupal's text entry system, and this is absolutely the last thing I'm ever writing in Drupal. If anybody knows a good drupal exit script (preferably to wordpress) let me know

I'd like to say a big 'hi!' to anybody dropping by from the A-N unedited site.

Because the A-N site is so antiquated, I've had some trouble making my entries there do and say the things I want them to do - like web 2.0 mashups, linking to some websites, and inserting images into the body of the text. This entry will be updated with links and other relevant stuff, and might even turn into a users guide for posting on A-N's user content site.

Firstly, here is the location for the RSS feed for my A-N blog. If you have a Yahoo! ID you can clone this at their Pipes application, and create a pipe for anyone you like. Here's one for Cathryn Jiggens. Go nuts, I dare you.

I'll add some more info to this page in future, but for now, I must write a blog entry. It was my frustration with their site's setup that led to this page being created... mustn't lose track of the project!

For the next two weeks or so, I will be blogging over at A-N magazine's review's unedited... however, it seems that the software they've used to set up their blogging is about as friendly as a dead rat, hence I am directing readers over there to somewhere over here so as to see a picture.

EDIT: I found it! Its in the edit function after you create the post, so you need to go back into the post to add an image in. Freakin' whoop: obviously hyperlinked images via html are too hacker for them.

I have avoided talking about my personal situation here, but there are some points when you just have to draw a line. And for me, that point is when you get back at 1am in the morning to find that the upstairs neighbours are having another really loud party, and that you have a cockroach infestation.

I've had a really terrible year so far. Even if this wasn't the year that I saw my first corpse and had my first experience of being at the scene of a major accident, it would still go down as the year that I lost my regular sleeping pattern owing to my upstairs neighbours. In fact, right now they seem to be throwing a party for the Polish people of Fenham (and earlier they where playing screamingly loud death-metal). But... roaches?

I had no idea that this year could get any worse. I thought that my birthday was going to be the high-point of the worse-ness, seeing as it falls exactly in the middle of the year. But it turns out that having my shower break, getting caught in a torrential downpour, having some of my clothes stolen or destroyed, and having people walk in on me whilst I'm sleeping was not the worse thing. The worse thing is knowing that I'm sharing my living space with an insect that survives nuclear blasts, shits pheromones, and absolutely will not stop.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to sanitise my flat...

I've been in such a bad mood for the past few days that it's been like a toothache. I can wake up and feel how crotchety I'm going to be, and it's been going on since sometime last week. Unfortunately, I can't go to the mood dentist and have my bad mood extracted, so I'm waiting for it to pass.