One. Walking from the station I notice that the damn tent is in my way again. This is the tent that led me to realise the Grand Prix was in town, and I describe it as "the tent that's IN. MY. WAY." But today there were vans near the tent. So I get in to work and before hello - I ask if the Grand Prix is over. And it is! So everyone sees my arms raised in triumph, because I missed it completely.

Except for the tent. But other than that, I didn't even walk past a TV while it was on, or even hear from the next room.  read more »

I got some rollerblades last weekend, and have already injured myself. Really, I expected that. Soon I will be ready for another scarifying attempt.

On the way home from the purchase I was saying to the driver that I'd be needing to wear something which is not leggings, so will most probably be something like cammos if I can find some. This was confirmed when my leggings were also injured. I also said "Pffftt! Kneepads". But I think I will get some funny glove thingies. Because I think I'll be scraping my hands up as I fall over.

I scored just over 5,000,000 on Apeiron the other day, so I'm at a respectable thirteenth on the high scores. Which is good.

I think I'm going to take up rollerblading. Or, in-line skating. Whichever you prefer. I spoke with a lovely, helpful young man with a view to purchasing skates... but they didn't have a pair in my size. Somehow they did have one skate in my size but the other was larger. If anyone else has a hankering to rollerblade... we could form some kind of posse.

I noticed on that trip to the shops - I was not approached by any person, freak or otherwise. That is quite unusual. Normally I can't get out without someone try ing to talk to me and I've been paying close attention to this phenomena for over nine months. The most recent notable one was about a month ago I had some wierd guy say hello on the bus, the follow me to the othe rside of Northland, chatting away.  read more »

I never liked crappy new age relaxation music. The stuff with 'ambient' music and whalesong or rainforest noises. I always found that the music interfered with the sound of rainfall, or endangered tree frogs, or whatever. And it was crap music, too. So I'd be trying to relax and just get frustrated because the 'Sounds of the Amazon' involved a tacky synthesised vibraphone reminiscent of Play-School.

But I like very much the ambience of Heavy Clouds Building by Fortran 5. The synthesiser is kind of sparse and unobtrusive. Repetitive but mellow. And there are sparrows in there. That's a backdrop for cricket commentary. Normally I can't stand cricket... but that's because it is so mind numbingly boring. I've argued in the past that if it can be compared to sleep - it can't be a sport. The twist is that cricket can be fine if you take it as a calm background noise. It's just... totally unprovoking.  read more »

1215 - Give up and get out of bed. Shower? Food? Shower? Food?

1225 - Shower. Helicopters. Realise I forget to mention helicopters in that entry.

1300ish - Start load of laundry and switch on the Mac.

1305 - Start a nice cup of tea brewing. Note that I am not actually awake until at least three teas.

1310 - Headphones on, Funker Vogt really fucking loud.

1311 - NOISE!!

1311:01 - *FUCK!!!* *experiences sudden increased heart action*
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oh... plane.

1318 - Feeling miffed that I forgot to brace for the damn planes, and I can't go outside and watch (not actually being dressed yet), and that I can't even listen to music - what with armageddon going on outside and the flat vibrating and all.  read more »

I was reminded of the other thing I was going to say. After noticing the total and disappointing lack of doors to slam at work the other day, I went for a long, brisk walk. And, being angry, I decided that my two main moods are depressed, and angry. There should be a term for that, like manic-depressive. But annoyed instead of happy. The short-list is: huffy; irate; bitchy; stormy; and rabid.

I kinda like rabid-depressive.

All week I have been forgetting that it's a long weekend. Can't seem to hold that in my head for longer than an hour. The up-side is that every time someone reminds me... it's a really nice surprise. The down-side, is that people started to find my repeated "*gasp* Long weekend!" outbursts amusing. Then I started to get random and frequent reminders.  read more »

When a certain co-worker got home from work today, he would have realised that the cricket scores I was telling him (I have the net, he doesn't) were fictional.

(excerpted from old journal)