Two Hundred! Whoo Hoo!
Hey Everyone,
Yep, two hundred posts. And I don't ever post every day.
Not much to report:
Me and my swedish flatmate are cool, for now. He told me he doesn't like it when my stuff is all over the living room, I pointed out that his food was in the way of my food in the fridge. And I let him remember on his own that since he refuses to talk to our other flatmate, and I'm the one that usually raises any troubles with our landlady, I effectively serve as a sort of conduit, without which life might be harder for all.
Sorted. Now all I have to do is remember not to leave newspapers and magazines all over the living room.
Speaking of my role as a conduit, my landlady came over yesterday to show the leaky boiler to a plumber. The plumber took one look and announced that it was one of the oldest that he had seen, it could only be replaced and that my landlady would have to pay up to £1400 for it (he did offer to install a cheaper one, then backdate the certificate... dodgy).
In any case, she's going to spend the next few weeks getting other opinions and checking out her options. We in the flat are hoping she doesn't raise the rent.
While she was there she also collected her mail, chatting a little while she went through the stuff to find anything important. Like a water bill (dammit!).
Most interesting thing I did with the rest of the day was start writing a kind of horror short story. I'm not sure where I want to take it, since it just started with a phrase in my head. Not necessarily a good way to write fiction, but if I get it written, I might be able to remix it into something better. As it is, it's currently rolling into some kind of Lovecraftian direction.
Between writing last night I did barbells and watched some kind of open learning thing on BBC2 about design and manufacture. Very interesting.
I was also flipping between that and the Commonwealth Games. It is probably my own personal perspective, but I seem to be seeing two specific things emerging:
First of all, it seems to be all about Britain reasserting itself as a colonial power, especially against Australia.
Secondly, it seems to be an excellent excuse to broadcast lots of footage of athletic young women in very tight clothing bouncing around. Of course, last night there was also the Female Skeet Shooting, which was all dead-eyed women with shotguns. A weird study of human nature under pressure. And an interesting exploration of how many ways someone can say 'Pull!'.
Anyways, tonight I was possibly going to go to see Venom, but I thought better of it. I think a quiet night in will be good for me. Besides, tomorrow night is Strength Through Joy, so I should rest up for that.
Mental Note: message Daniel and Sarah and remind them to come along.
Jason's Random State of Mind:
I did feel my mood dipping toay, but Strength Through Joy always acts as a psychic recharge for me, so I'll be okay.
And a post-script to my adventures trying to find Adverse Camber last Friday Night: I checked the Events board on C8.com, and it turns out that there was a notice posted stating that the event was cancelled because the local council wouldn't grant a licence to the venue. Dang! A sign up at the venue would have been nice.
Anyways, over and out.
J
Yep, two hundred posts. And I don't ever post every day.
Not much to report:
Me and my swedish flatmate are cool, for now. He told me he doesn't like it when my stuff is all over the living room, I pointed out that his food was in the way of my food in the fridge. And I let him remember on his own that since he refuses to talk to our other flatmate, and I'm the one that usually raises any troubles with our landlady, I effectively serve as a sort of conduit, without which life might be harder for all.
Sorted. Now all I have to do is remember not to leave newspapers and magazines all over the living room.
Speaking of my role as a conduit, my landlady came over yesterday to show the leaky boiler to a plumber. The plumber took one look and announced that it was one of the oldest that he had seen, it could only be replaced and that my landlady would have to pay up to £1400 for it (he did offer to install a cheaper one, then backdate the certificate... dodgy).
In any case, she's going to spend the next few weeks getting other opinions and checking out her options. We in the flat are hoping she doesn't raise the rent.
While she was there she also collected her mail, chatting a little while she went through the stuff to find anything important. Like a water bill (dammit!).
Most interesting thing I did with the rest of the day was start writing a kind of horror short story. I'm not sure where I want to take it, since it just started with a phrase in my head. Not necessarily a good way to write fiction, but if I get it written, I might be able to remix it into something better. As it is, it's currently rolling into some kind of Lovecraftian direction.
Between writing last night I did barbells and watched some kind of open learning thing on BBC2 about design and manufacture. Very interesting.
I was also flipping between that and the Commonwealth Games. It is probably my own personal perspective, but I seem to be seeing two specific things emerging:
First of all, it seems to be all about Britain reasserting itself as a colonial power, especially against Australia.
Secondly, it seems to be an excellent excuse to broadcast lots of footage of athletic young women in very tight clothing bouncing around. Of course, last night there was also the Female Skeet Shooting, which was all dead-eyed women with shotguns. A weird study of human nature under pressure. And an interesting exploration of how many ways someone can say 'Pull!'.
Anyways, tonight I was possibly going to go to see Venom, but I thought better of it. I think a quiet night in will be good for me. Besides, tomorrow night is Strength Through Joy, so I should rest up for that.
Mental Note: message Daniel and Sarah and remind them to come along.
Jason's Random State of Mind:
I did feel my mood dipping toay, but Strength Through Joy always acts as a psychic recharge for me, so I'll be okay.
And a post-script to my adventures trying to find Adverse Camber last Friday Night: I checked the Events board on C8.com, and it turns out that there was a notice posted stating that the event was cancelled because the local council wouldn't grant a licence to the venue. Dang! A sign up at the venue would have been nice.
Anyways, over and out.
J
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