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Fittingly, today, the fog and the frost never lifted over Dorset, or at least my bit of it. I headed into work half-heartedly, did nothing all day, and left at 2pm. Even though I’m only off for two weeks, leaving the place and disappearing off into the mist has an odd kind of finality about it.
Merry Yule, everyone!
Tonight, Eric and I were going to go to the cinema, then to the pub. She decided she wasn’t keen after all, so…
On cinema tickets, I saved £15.
On cinema food, I saved £10.
On drinks, I saved £10.
On dinner, I saved £20.
So, in total, I had £55 for to do something sensible, like pay off credit card bills.
Yeah, er, that didn’t happen. Instead, I spent said money on some faggoty guitar game =S
Well, I guess I need something to do while 4chan is down.
Guess how many bugs are left in my code? None. That I know of, anyway. The last three and a half weeks have been quite insane but now, now, it is version 1.0.
Customer inspection of said software starts tomorrow.
Since I got my eeePC, I’ve been experimenting with streaming music from the ‘net rather than from the hard disk of my desktop. I’ve come to the conclusion that my music collection has been somewhat surpassed by Last.fm.
I’ve been scrobbling for probably a year or so now, to the point that listening to Last.fm’s recommended tracks and Neighbour Radio is a lot like listening to my actual music, only more varied, more interesting, and - as now - interspersed with random German filk.
Clearly I have taught it both what I like, and what I find oddly amusing =p
Never have I been reminded more than I was today that fairies come in all shapes and sizes. Specifically, those responsible for the tangling of string, rope and miscellaneous cords whilst no-one is looking.
Many months ago, we unwound a cable from its drum and laid it out along a concreted area. This is a cable of no half measures - four hundred metres in length and nearly two inches thick, military spec, designed to last for decades at the bottom of the sea. The whole drum of it weighs about as much as a small car.
Since it was laid out, barely a human hand has touched it. It’s survived gales and rain without moving an inch.
When we came to move it today?
Tangled. It took three of us nearly an hour to sort it out.
Somewhere out there, there’s a bunch of really strong cable-tangling fairies.
It’s that time of year again, when the bright and cold mornings inspire in me the unfortunate desire to sit at train stations and write and – here’s the unfortunate bit – drink train station coffee. I appear to be making my way through about a litre of it at present, and thankfully it’s still in the “warm brown caffeine” stage rather than the eventual entropic state of “cold brown grit”. My problem, however, isn’t my choice of overly-expensive beverage but that I seem to be out of practice at writing. I’ve spent the last ten minutes staring at what currently exists of my story “The Lost Sky”, and have written nothing. It stands at a phenomenal 3 pages.</p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">That, I suppose, is why I’m writing this instead – I’m trying to at least get the desire to write going again. Does anyone out there in blog-land have any good advice on how to get writing again? Working solutions to be paid for in hugs/beer! =p</p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;">Semi-related rant: The rail network should have WiFi. I don’t necessarily mean the trains – it’d be nice, but technically complicated and expensive. Just the stations would do, the same stations that already clearly have an internet connection so that they can update their live departure boards. I would pay for this, and I’d bet half the suits-with-laptops on this train would too. Does this exist somewhere, and Britain / South West Trains is just lagging behind? I can’t believe it’s so novel an idea that no-one in the rail companies has considered it.</p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">(Side question that I doubt anyone knows the answer to: Do all stations with live departure boards have net access? I’ve noticed a lot of stations have TV-style aerials on long poles, pointing in roughly the direction of the next station on each side. Do they use this instead? If so, I can’t see them liking the idea or running a net connection over that just so I can blog from the arse end of Dorset…)
Right, Halloween party on Saturday and I have no idea what to go as. Here’s the suggestions so far:
Since some partygoers are going as various of the Endless, Neil Gaiman has been suggested.
- Pros: I already look like him, no real costume required, Eric and Domina want me to.
- Cons: Not scary, kind of a cop-out. Having stubble and taking my glasses off isn't really a costume. Will have to explain a lot.
Vaguely Steampunk Airship Navigator
- Pros: I have the clothes etc. already, can play it as a character
- Cons: Not scary.
Ultimate terror-causing Goth/Townie Hybrid!
- Pros: Not too hard to costume, giant ankh bling, have been thinking of this for years
- Cons: Not actually all that funny, will have to explain a lot.
Vote now, or suggest alternatives! Please? O_O
News at Ten: Chopin knows spoilers for Dreaming Awake.
Cat-boy transfers to school.
Cat-boy ignores advances of D-cup alleged 12-year-old.
Cat-boy reads Nietzsche and rants about master-slave morality.
Cat-boy is psychologically abused by older man.
Cat-boy becomes older man’s sub.
THEN, THEY BATTLE OTHERS WITH THEIR MAGIC POWERS.
If, by some massively unlikely feat of probability you want Halo 3 but haven’t already bought it, I’ve got me a £5 off voucher you might like. First come, first served!
Voucher’s for the normal boxed version not the limited edition, redeemable at Currys and Currys Digital.