About

A Bit About Myself

Evening, my name is Connor, and thankfully I'm not an alcoholic. I'm nearly a graduate from the University of Lincoln, and one day I would very much like to do something with my degree. Given that I didn't choose Journalism and I'm not fond of libraries, I imagine something in the realm of publishing would best suit my absolutely massive skill-set, of many, many skills. Like anyone who's at least somewhat interested in doing what they want in life, I've started this blog, (in its many incarnations) around 2012, to document myself and see how I progress as a writer. I would also say that this is a portfolio of sorts, so if you're a potential future boss of mine, any grammatical errors and spelling errors are completely intentional...

What's With the Name?

Lazy Press is a name which could sound all fancy, like it could've been really thought out. Does it have something to do with publishing? Does it have a personal meaning to the person who runs it? Is it an inside joke between a group of friends, or even a very well concealed subliminal message?

It is none of those things.

Like a remix of 'Never Gonna Give You Up' and the Fresh Prince theme, or a YouTube poop of your favourite childhood program, it's just something that happens naturally. Is there any story behind the name? Nah pal, it was just a name which wasn't already taken. And putting 'Press' in the name gives it an impression of 

How Does This Work?

Well, technology makes this thing work. Like, I click a few things, punch a few keys, and if I've had the correct amounts of stimulation, boredom, and been exposed to enough YouTube commentators, then something eligible may be produced. 

But yeah, this is just one person writing rubbish around work, uni, and a bunch of other commitments. I mean, Netflix and sleep count as commitments, right? 

Anything's up for being written about. Literally anything. As long as it's mostly games and music. I can't imagine rambling about much else. 

So What's Happening With This Page?

Something, probably. 

I can assure you, as a Northener, that this page will serve as an archive for anything, (well, not everything) that I write. 

If you really need to know, I find that this is marginally better than Tumblr. Also, I'm too inept to make a website. And this way, I'll be able to pretend I'm all professional, without being told what to do. Having a boss is what work is for, writing is kind of like a hobby for me. 

And expect that last remark to become completely invalid once uni kicks off. Relaxation and essay-writing don't really mix, like a rumbling stomach in an exam hall. 

What's Really Happening?

Not much, possibly.

I would love to stick to a schedule and all that, but there's other sites that I'm obliged to contribute to. And, you know, self control. And laziness. And work. 

Being the honest person that I am, this page will probably be the home of disjointed rants, thinly veiled as semi-legitimate opinion pieces. Said rants will be infrequent. Said rants will be unprofessional. Said rants will probably be crammed with grammatical inaccuracies, varied tones, and misleading information. 

So have a high-five with me. Or a slightly patronising pat on the head. You've made it to the end of this strange page, which serves little purpose, and I'm not too sure what I actually planned to do with it. 

Regardless, like, if you'd read the stuff on here, that'd be grand. Grander than a brass band rehearsing on a Sunday afternoon. Really grand, mate.