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10:57 pm: Dinner at Nom de Plume
Met Ajay for tea at Nom de Plume, which is the LGBT centre cafe, which has been done up and redecorated and is under the same management as the Regent.

I was late. Partly because of Fresh Start, who wanted to Talk to me about an advert, partly because I was bloody determined to do everything today I'd meant to get done.

I have just been emailing someone in India about an evil guru who wants to set up shop in Scotland and pretend to be able to cure people of being gay by doing yoga.

The gay people should do yoga, I think he thinks. Which is absurd: if every lesbian who ever did yoga became straight, we would have even fewer lesbians than we do.

I told Ajay that all my friends who I hang out with locally seemed to be either gay men or married women, so I wanted to make the most of her company for the next two years, which fortunately she found as funny as I meant it.

I forgot to post anything on the Internet at 090909 090909, which is sort of a pity, but I expect when everyone did it broke the Internet.

I'll be 43 in 4 months and 4 days. That will be prime.

Tags: birthday, bloody job, friendship, yoga

12:23 am: too much to do and not enough days in September to do it in


Tags: bloody job

08:06 pm: Tired tired tired
I got something less than two hours sleep this morning, between when I fell into bed just after six am (having been at the office since 2pm the previous day, having been awake since 7am Wednesday. Today is Thursday. Tomorrow I'm going to see Waiting for Godot. With Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen. Yes, this does mean I am willing to go see them even if it means just sitting watching them do nothing for a couple of hours.

But. I have got the report that has been hanging over me since February done. And done well, moreover - I'm really very pleased with my three case studies, for example. And afterwards TS#1 and I went out and had afternoon tea with champagne.

So. I am going to have a hot bath with a thing from whatsisname, Lush. I am going to soak in the bath for a long time. I am going to go to bed afterwards. I am going to sleep. I am not going to wake up till Friday.

Unlike TS#1, I do not have to get up at godawfuloclock to fly to Dublin, though his reasons for doing so are very cool.

Oh, and I got some rather spiffy news about my work: an email I sent a month ago bore fruit, and how!

Good night.

Tags: bloody job, fruity smells, sometimes i love my job, wanting to fire people for being stupid

12:14 pm: work
I have cause to celebrate. I can't tell you exactly why. Later.

I have cause to be angry. I can't tell you exactly why. Later.

And I have more than cause to be really bloody furious, but I'm almost too tired and too bored with the cause of that, so. Maybe later.

Sometimes I just take refuge in dragons.



Tags: bloody job, dragon eggs need clicky, wanting to fire people for being stupid

09:32 am: Sisters, volcanos, and work
Had a longish conversation with my sister last night: this BBC article seems rather ironic as a result.

On the other hand, I can't imagine having a conversation like that with any other member of my family, so, well.

In other news, I meant to do some work last night, but Volcano was on, and... I watched it.

It is peculiar how a simply awful movie can become actually watchable because of one actor. (One and a half: Anne Heche wasn't bad either, though her character didn't have much focus beyond being The Scientist Who Is Right But No One Pays Attention.) Tommy Lee Jones made the character he was playing - a divorced dad, his teenage daughter visiting for a week, who is also the disaster manager for Los Angeles (whatever - I didn't quite get it, but then I wasn't paying that much attention to stoopid plot details), and then a volcano erupts. In Los Angeles.

One reason why I did not pay too much attention is because the director really enjoyed doing lots of scenes in which someone hapless falls (or in one instance jumps) into molten lava and burns to death. In fact if you are that close to molten lava you are probably fairly dead already, because the gases are poisonous and the heat is extreme. But scientific realism had evidently had one date with this movie and then moved elsewhere, never to meet again.

But: Tommy Lee Jones did manage to make his own reactions realistic. Which is half the battle. The moment I actually walked out, though (I mean, through to the kitchen to make another cup of tea) was a moment about twenty minutes from the end where I understood that it was inevitable that Tommy Lee Jones's character (and his daughter, and a small boy wearing a metaphorical red shirt) were all going to die. Except, it wasn't the kind of movie where those characters would die, so I understood that after harrowing me nicely over an hour or two, the director had decided to whomp it up by having a Dad Saves His Daughter And Nameless Kid You Don't Care About Really From Certain Death Scene. And I don't like being whomped like that.

In other news, I think my period, which never really got started, has kind of stopped. Franlkly this is just annoying me.

Tags: bloody bloody bloody, bloody job, family stuff, films

07:40 am: SNOW!
First thought: Woo, snow!
Second thought: Whoops, I have to go to Glasgow this morning, should I cancel?
Third thought: it's hell being a grown-up, isn't it?

Tags: bloody job, weather

12:32 pm: Coffee, ankle, and eggs
Poll #3025 Coffee and hallucinations and team build days
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

Have you ever drunk so much coffee you started hallucinating?

Team build day tomorrow in Glasgow: go or stay home with your foot up?

Tags: ankle hurts me, bloody job, dragon eggs need clicky

10:15 pm: The 2008 meme
( it was 365 days )

Tags: 3 are bastards, bloody job, bob, cats, evil british politics, meme meme meme, working at the forest, worrying about my cats

07:59 pm: What kind of day has it been?
1. I have a black boykitten sitting on me falling in love with my black fleece top. (Either falling in love or certain the black fleece top is his mum. I am not sure which freaks me out more. I thought he was going to stick with being in love with the black wool jersey. Though I did take that away from him the other day to wash it. Harrumph. Kittens are so fickle.)

2. I made flower soup yesterday. (Flowers from the garden - I trimmed the whole top of the lettuce hedge - and a head of broccoli and some celery that arrived rather wilted and some potatoes and some red lentils and two small mild green chilli peppers. So, not all that flowery.) But, when I actually tasted it, it was unpalatably bitter.

3. I discovered I could rescue the soup with the second bowlful, which had a large spoonful of garlic cream cheese well stirred into it. This creamy flavour cut the bitterness down to a palatable level.

4. The delivery from Dofos arrived just in time: one 20l sack of cat litter, 4 boxes cat food. Now I just have to try and figure out how to persuade Bob not to eat the kitten food and Wolf not to eat the adult cat food. Both appear certain that the more-delicious food is in the other cat's bowl, which I would be quite happy for them to think, except I am trying to stuff Wolf on nice fattening grown-inducing kitten food, and trying to feed Bob nice life-lengthening kidney-helping Senior cat food.

5. Wolf bounces around the garden with glee, having decided that grass is not dangerous after all. Still, he tends to come to rest by preference on one of the slate stepping-stones.

6. I watched a terrific episode of House that I hadn't seen before, because C5 did something weird after the episode with the bra-infection and I missed the next three episodes which turned out to be the last three episodes. :-(

7. Most worrying of all: I am falling in love with my job all over again.

Tags: bloody job, bob, chilli, kittenlove!, my recipes, sometimes i love my work, wolf