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A strange week
Nov. 25th, 2010 07:22 pmIt's approaching the end of what was undoubtedly one of the stranger weeks of my life - having had my mental health and dignity die last weekend and then the cat die at the start of the week, I was sort of glad to get through it alive at all. With my luggage and favourite underwear in California, I'm living on the basics, using a manual toothbrush if you can believe such things (my mouth is a bit sore from ramming it into my cheeks) - and have you ever tried to shave with a hair trimmer? It's not easy.
I'm glad that I got to go outside on Thanksgiving Day today, though, because though I had theoretically been meant to be on holiday, it was getting so desperate that I actually went into the office on Tuesday just to have a day out. It's like 28 Days Later out there just now, though - Watertown is all but completely silent, with everyone either stuffing themselves indoors or having flown away to complain about their families.
I've been indebted to the people that have stopped me getting cabin fever by contacting me and making sure that I've been all right - thanks sincerely to everyone who's talked to me this week! During one of these talks, my sister mentioned that she had had a dream about me - there had been some sort of golem in her room and I had been tasked with killing it. There had been hammers and bats on offer, but of all of the available weapons, she said that I chose a sharpened telephone. For the reason that that was "what I was used to using". It's remarkable that when I appear in someone else's dreams, I still have the aura of surrealism that surrounds me in my own.
There has been uproar in a certain community of mine this morning (allegedly - goodness knows I don't tend to venture into the forums) over something this week - just the usual thing when simple people have to come to grips with complex problems. Quite by coincidence, later I found Dara Ó Briain doing a remarkable impression of angry Internet people, when they wrote in to say that he'd got the triple point of water wrong by 0.01 degrees Celsius, and it was so stunningly appropriate that I made a GIF out of it. It's become my latest icon - because as much as I liked the "thistle, bee, ace" joke, I think I'm unfortunately more likely to post things relevant to this icon than the "good" mood that I had intended the previous icon to indicate.
I've just realized that the lettering is in perfect synchrony across the left and right sides!
I'm glad that I got to go outside on Thanksgiving Day today, though, because though I had theoretically been meant to be on holiday, it was getting so desperate that I actually went into the office on Tuesday just to have a day out. It's like 28 Days Later out there just now, though - Watertown is all but completely silent, with everyone either stuffing themselves indoors or having flown away to complain about their families.
I've been indebted to the people that have stopped me getting cabin fever by contacting me and making sure that I've been all right - thanks sincerely to everyone who's talked to me this week! During one of these talks, my sister mentioned that she had had a dream about me - there had been some sort of golem in her room and I had been tasked with killing it. There had been hammers and bats on offer, but of all of the available weapons, she said that I chose a sharpened telephone. For the reason that that was "what I was used to using". It's remarkable that when I appear in someone else's dreams, I still have the aura of surrealism that surrounds me in my own.
There has been uproar in a certain community of mine this morning (allegedly - goodness knows I don't tend to venture into the forums) over something this week - just the usual thing when simple people have to come to grips with complex problems. Quite by coincidence, later I found Dara Ó Briain doing a remarkable impression of angry Internet people, when they wrote in to say that he'd got the triple point of water wrong by 0.01 degrees Celsius, and it was so stunningly appropriate that I made a GIF out of it. It's become my latest icon - because as much as I liked the "thistle, bee, ace" joke, I think I'm unfortunately more likely to post things relevant to this icon than the "good" mood that I had intended the previous icon to indicate.
I've just realized that the lettering is in perfect synchrony across the left and right sides!
