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shark_hatScary quantities of flist to read this morning. (Two chapters of The Quality Of Mercy! Internet, you spoil me.) Would be v. nice to LJ at weekends too; this calls for a} a house, b} a computer, c} broadband, preferrably.
a} is looking promising, but of course when I get it there may be a certain amount of being sidetracked into getting inessentials like chairs, bookshelves, bed, that sort of tosh, before I can afford b} or c}.
Manchester afpmeet/hashafpmeet on Saturday was fun, although I spent a large proportion of it sending out waves of dullness. You know when you listen to yourself and just go "Self, that was the most boring thing anyone has ever said, shut up now?" Maybe you don't. Maybe it's just me, and now the world knows my tragic character flaw. [1] Maybe this is a boring thing to be talking about... anyway, re-met a couple of people and met many others, watched a lot of people playing pool, ate chocolate, listened-in on much geekery, had to leave early due to rubbishness of trains, was not murdered with axe (despite the pub having a borrowable Viking helmet behind the bar. You knew it was a Viking helmet by the horns, of course.)
Still finding that the walk to work in the morning cheers me up. Very odd. Fresh air must contribute to release of endorphins or something. Or it could be the lack of hordes of tourists getting in. My. WAY!!!, as found in the Great Wen.
Yuck no. 1: Who got horror in my sci-fi? Yuck no. 2: Oh, Gwen, don't do it, he's a creep!
I had to watch the end of Return Of The King to chill out. Now horribly earwormed by closing title song.
[1] As tragic character flaws go, I guess it could be worse. The punishment for hubris tends to be the gods cursing you to madness and death. For dullness, I might be fated to become a librarian or something...
a} is looking promising, but of course when I get it there may be a certain amount of being sidetracked into getting inessentials like chairs, bookshelves, bed, that sort of tosh, before I can afford b} or c}.
Manchester afpmeet/
hashafpmeet on Saturday was fun, although I spent a large proportion of it sending out waves of dullness. You know when you listen to yourself and just go "Self, that was the most boring thing anyone has ever said, shut up now?" Maybe you don't. Maybe it's just me, and now the world knows my tragic character flaw. [1] Maybe this is a boring thing to be talking about... anyway, re-met a couple of people and met many others, watched a lot of people playing pool, ate chocolate, listened-in on much geekery, had to leave early due to rubbishness of trains, was not murdered with axe (despite the pub having a borrowable Viking helmet behind the bar. You knew it was a Viking helmet by the horns, of course.) Still finding that the walk to work in the morning cheers me up. Very odd. Fresh air must contribute to release of endorphins or something. Or it could be the lack of hordes of tourists getting in. My. WAY!!!, as found in the Great Wen.
Yuck no. 1: Who got horror in my sci-fi? Yuck no. 2: Oh, Gwen, don't do it, he's a creep!
I had to watch the end of Return Of The King to chill out. Now horribly earwormed by closing title song.
[1] As tragic character flaws go, I guess it could be worse. The punishment for hubris tends to be the gods cursing you to madness and death. For dullness, I might be fated to become a librarian or something...
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Date: 2006-11-20 03:29 pm (UTC)Good luck on getting online at weekends - if you want I can loan you a PC until you get your own - got lots spare here.
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Date: 2006-11-20 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-20 10:38 pm (UTC)It was a pleasure meeting you on Saturday. I found you neither dull nor tired. Were you tired? Perhaps it is me who has no empathy.
Hope we'll see more of you this side of the pennines.
Tim x
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Date: 2006-11-21 11:42 am (UTC)I was a bit blah'd by the beginnings of a cold, I think, which had me in its gloom-ridden grip as I was writing the entry.