I find deep joy in odd combinations. For instance, I have voiced my love of a certain Space Western here, and elsewhere, at length. (I've bought the box set for three different people so far, which is a good thing.
But, recently, I've been getting into music. Now, music doesn't tend to do genre crossover much, or at least it doesn't tend to do it well. So, having heard of J-Pop before, I was cheered to find out the existence of J-Ska. This concept intrigues me, and thus the eponymous CD by the Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra is now merrily winging itself to me, all the way from, well, yes, Japan. I may be disappointed, in the end, but the anticipation's so worthwhile that I refuse to check them out online, lest I hear some of their work before receiving the CD itself.
Or, yes, this could be laziness.
Worryingly, my creative side has re-emerged, and convinced me to work on some old clothes to make them useful again. And so, taking a denim jacket that originally cost me £5, I am now attempting to make it look less ratty, and old, and refurbishing it. However, so far, the refurbishments have cost £15 (dye, velcro, patches); and so I will have spent 150% on the improvements compared to the original outlay.
So, yes, it had better look good once I'm done with it.
This re-emergence of a creative impulse intrigues me, though, simply because it's normally blocked by something I've never been able to shift. My personal best is writing 3/4 of a book before the gates came tumbling down, leaving me in the non-creative tundra. And nobody, let's face it, wants to be in the tundra if they can avoid it...
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