Category Archives: Photos
It’s Still Raining
It isn’t really that evident from the pic unfortunately – but I’m so fucking wet right now.
[obligatory smutty quip goes here]
I’ve been dodging downpours all day. Then I just sort of gave up.
It was good! I had a minor epiphany.
Filed under Night Time, Photos
Soiled Keyboard
Grimsby has been hard at work. Early yesterday afternoon, at great personal inconvenience to me, I spilled an entire cup of coffee over my keyboard.
After that it mysteriously stopped working. I think we all know who’s responsible.
I got by for the rest of the day by typing with my mouse onto an onscreen software keyboard that I found by cutting & pasting the words “onscreen keyboard mac” – one letter at a time, natch – into Google.
This morning I was able to borrow an interim keyboard off somebody which will tide me over until I can afford a new one.
So what’s really happened here? My Schedule of Destruction has simply expanded to include my old keyboard, which was dirty and cruddy and needed to be eliminated anyway. I have lost nothing. Not even time – because (as regular readers will know) I don’t believe in it.
In your FACE, forces of darkness.
Old Homage To Constance
From May; I never got around to posting these at the time.
I still get sad sometimes about what happened with Constance. It doesn’t seem to have bothered her too much though, so I suppose I shouldn’t.
She was really nasty to me. I can’t be having with that.
People, eh.
My Tuesday In Pictures
by Operative Pulat
aged 29 and 2 months
4:24am: Get up.
5am – 5:30am: Predawn emailage.
5:30am – 6am: Tram it to work.
6am-9am: Work.
9am-12pm: Participate in anti-IR reforms protest, inadvertantly exposing Operative Li Han to emotionally threatening situation.
12pm-12:30pm: Tram it back to my ‘hood.
12:30pm-1pm: Grocery shopping.
1:30pm-2pm: Arrive home.
2pm-3:15pm: Bloggage, pay perilously overdue electricity bill etc.
3:30pm-5pm: Beers at Espy with P.
(He’s lost his false front tooth. The effect is well scary.)
5pm-5:30pm: Haircut.
5:30pm-7pm: Home again, some emailage.
7pm-7:30pm: Tram it back into town. Camera battery dies.
8pm-9:30pm: Turns out to have been a wasted trip anyway. Come home.
9:30pm-10:30pm: Smoke bongs, curse enemies etc
11pm: Go to bed.
NaNoWriMo Redux
November is well upon us (how the hell did that happen?) and accordingly I received a reminder mail the other week from NaNoWriMo. I was seriously intending to enter it this year. Alas, as things transpire, I’ve too much else to accomplish.
Maybe I’ll do it solo in a few months. Or I’ll enter next November. Perhaps I’ll do both. We’ll see.
Chris Baty‘s book arrived from Amazon a little while ago. It looks pretty good.
I’d developed quite an intricate concept for my novel. But then I decided it had become too intricate (and I was too attached) to throw it away on some zany disposable speed-writing project.
So I conceived an alternative premise, which I could take less seriously: a pornographic work starring Neurocam‘s poly-talented enquiries and admin wunderkind Ludmila Jones. She says she’s looking forward to reading it.
Phone Saga Concluded
Virgin lied to me. Upon visiting them in person, I discovered 6101s were in season after all. And there was much rejoicing.
I also scored a discarded umbrella on the same day, in an unrelated incident.
Filed under Photos
Wedding Invitation
My sister’s wedding is on the 17th of December. I’m getting used to the idea but it still seems kind of weird. My sister can’t get married; she’s just a kid [*], it’s ridiculous. She and her nordic beau make a lovely couple though.
I will always remember when she phoned to tell me about this, back in April – I was sat on a chaise lounge at a bar on Alexandra St in a mask, surrounded by other masked strangers, mostly playing chess with each other. The first person I told was 2ript (now in exciting new package), who I had never met in person before. Naturally at the time I didn’t even know who he was.
[*] She is 26 years old; your mileage may vary.
Operative Pulat’s Workstation
I got nuttin’, sorry.
Should I paint my toenails? There’s all this nailpolish lying around..
Black Thumbnail
One of the ridiculous jobs I am currently forced to do for economic reasons by a harsh, uncaring and insane world involves a lot of attention being paid to my hands.
In order to deflect attention away from my retarded right thumbnail, I painted my left thumbnail black.
It seems to be working, but I don’t know if it was a particularly productive strategy.