Type, Type and AWAY!
I finally got the Cat Empire review typed and sent.
While I was trying to finish it the sun had sunk down low enough in the sky that the PC that I had chosen was dead in the line of fire.
Hating sunlight, as I do, and being morbidly afraid that exposure to UV will trigger cold sore, wrinkling and sunburn I was typing with one hand and holding a book on my shoulder with the other.
Luckily I am expert at typing with one hand, but the less said about that the better.
I'm now at a different, adequately shadowed PC. Hooray for that.
I would have finished the article sooner but for working yesterday, working Friday and spending all of Sunday recovering from minor alcohol poisoning.
Yep, I went to the hat party and drank some shocking white rum and other crap, unfortunately somehow skipping the warm sense of wellbeing stage of being drunk and going straight to the dizzy and vomiting stage, somewhere around five in the morning.
And I burnt my throat with acid again. Geeze. Next time I intend to get truly smashed on cheap liquor (next october, by my timetable) I think I will take a couple of Acideeze Tablets before hand, either that or drink a bottle of pepto-bismal or eat a whole hand of lady-finger banannas. It isn't the throwing up I hate, it is the acid burns that last the next two days.
Yesterday I got a call at about half twelve saying that they needed a lifter-shifter at Hachette Fillipacchi again. Which was good, more money for the Rent Fund (which is still looking distressingly thin).
Working there yesterday wasn't as much fun as last time, I wasn't paired with such a cheerful crew but the money is always welcome.
Today was throwing clothes in the wash, cleaning my room and typing the article, which I halfway wrote yesterday before running out of time in the net caff.
Tonight I might go see a movie. If I can make it to a theatre in time. I still want to go buy some food, since I am running pretty low on supplies right now.
My parents come to England in a week or two, and I have to decide what to ask them to bring of mine. My whole CD collection comes to mind, but it isn't a practical idea. I'll try to make a list of ten titles that I really miss.
Other random interesting things:
Last night I saw a Biopic about a New York Puerto Rican poet/playwright named Miguel Pinero, starring Benjamin Bratt. Fascinating.
Also: walking along Oxford Street Yesterday I passed a department store that had allocated it's corner window to the Princes Drawing School, a programme for young artists in London, organising classes and all kinds of stuff.
Anyways, in this paint strewn corner window display a 20 something male wearing inside-out pinstripe trousers and a black shirt was adding to a mural of faces while a girl was sketching a child's face in the face in the foreground.
I watched the girl kneeling over the paper she was sketching on for a while. It was strange. She was not really the kind of girl that I tend to find attractive; she had hazel eyes and brownish hair in a grown out short haircut, over a mousy little face. But I was entranced watching her work. I read somewhere that someone on a stage or behind a bar always looks fifty percent more attractive. Maybe it is a talent thing; a talent makes someone special, being special makes them attractive. I feel like a piece of me has been working on that idea my whole life.
Just have to pull off the talent part.
So many different kinds of shallow.
Somebody called me shallow at the party because I wouldn't give a straight answer on who I supported on Cricket or Rugby. I was drunk so I couldn't say any like 'I don't believe that any individual should define themselves on something as pointless as a geographic tribalism invented and encouraged by a media that wants to sell advertising time during half time, I think that identity is something much more complex than that.'
So instead I just said 'my blood runs red', a reference to the red earth of north queensland where I was born. It went clean over his head.
That is enough for today, I have to email the editor of fasterlouder.com.au
Over and out.
While I was trying to finish it the sun had sunk down low enough in the sky that the PC that I had chosen was dead in the line of fire.
Hating sunlight, as I do, and being morbidly afraid that exposure to UV will trigger cold sore, wrinkling and sunburn I was typing with one hand and holding a book on my shoulder with the other.
Luckily I am expert at typing with one hand, but the less said about that the better.
I'm now at a different, adequately shadowed PC. Hooray for that.
I would have finished the article sooner but for working yesterday, working Friday and spending all of Sunday recovering from minor alcohol poisoning.
Yep, I went to the hat party and drank some shocking white rum and other crap, unfortunately somehow skipping the warm sense of wellbeing stage of being drunk and going straight to the dizzy and vomiting stage, somewhere around five in the morning.
And I burnt my throat with acid again. Geeze. Next time I intend to get truly smashed on cheap liquor (next october, by my timetable) I think I will take a couple of Acideeze Tablets before hand, either that or drink a bottle of pepto-bismal or eat a whole hand of lady-finger banannas. It isn't the throwing up I hate, it is the acid burns that last the next two days.
Yesterday I got a call at about half twelve saying that they needed a lifter-shifter at Hachette Fillipacchi again. Which was good, more money for the Rent Fund (which is still looking distressingly thin).
Working there yesterday wasn't as much fun as last time, I wasn't paired with such a cheerful crew but the money is always welcome.
Today was throwing clothes in the wash, cleaning my room and typing the article, which I halfway wrote yesterday before running out of time in the net caff.
Tonight I might go see a movie. If I can make it to a theatre in time. I still want to go buy some food, since I am running pretty low on supplies right now.
My parents come to England in a week or two, and I have to decide what to ask them to bring of mine. My whole CD collection comes to mind, but it isn't a practical idea. I'll try to make a list of ten titles that I really miss.
Other random interesting things:
Last night I saw a Biopic about a New York Puerto Rican poet/playwright named Miguel Pinero, starring Benjamin Bratt. Fascinating.
Also: walking along Oxford Street Yesterday I passed a department store that had allocated it's corner window to the Princes Drawing School, a programme for young artists in London, organising classes and all kinds of stuff.
Anyways, in this paint strewn corner window display a 20 something male wearing inside-out pinstripe trousers and a black shirt was adding to a mural of faces while a girl was sketching a child's face in the face in the foreground.
I watched the girl kneeling over the paper she was sketching on for a while. It was strange. She was not really the kind of girl that I tend to find attractive; she had hazel eyes and brownish hair in a grown out short haircut, over a mousy little face. But I was entranced watching her work. I read somewhere that someone on a stage or behind a bar always looks fifty percent more attractive. Maybe it is a talent thing; a talent makes someone special, being special makes them attractive. I feel like a piece of me has been working on that idea my whole life.
Just have to pull off the talent part.
So many different kinds of shallow.
Somebody called me shallow at the party because I wouldn't give a straight answer on who I supported on Cricket or Rugby. I was drunk so I couldn't say any like 'I don't believe that any individual should define themselves on something as pointless as a geographic tribalism invented and encouraged by a media that wants to sell advertising time during half time, I think that identity is something much more complex than that.'
So instead I just said 'my blood runs red', a reference to the red earth of north queensland where I was born. It went clean over his head.
That is enough for today, I have to email the editor of fasterlouder.com.au
Over and out.
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