And now I’m out here, I realise the whole thing probably doesn’t matter as much as I thought it did. There are, I guess, conceivably worse things than confronting the mythical apocalypse with a chaotic media archive and a delinquent blog.
CG Fest was good, although I spent most of it sloughing off accumulated stress and sleep deprivation.
Maybe it’s just the delirium, but I’m quite unreasonably thrilled by the fact that my home for the next week and a half is this hut, whose previous occupant over the weekend was none other than Ella Hooper:
It was all Hugh’s idea. (I didn’t actually do any, believe it or not. But many were done.)
I mean, I never seriously believed that the world would end on December 21st 2012 or anything.
But I now realise that, just quietly, for the last ten-odd years I have been pretty much operating on the basis that the world will end on December 21st 2012. Ain’t nothing after that.
I guess we’ll see what happens.
Did I mention that Dan became the new co-resident of Chez Hagakure about a month ago? Well, he did. It’s good 🙂
(The commencement of CH Cohabitative Arrangement VII was celebrated with an official housewarming on Saturday October 27th. But for whatever reason – partly because I was still recovering mentally from this – no notable media was captured of that event. Ergo no specific blogpost.)
Viva la Crossman.
This #$% backlog is proving so. fucking. hard. to make myself clear.
Hate. #AvoidanceDeadlockHell #RidiculousSelfCreatedProblems
Apart from notes, no media exists from the first week of November except – randomly enough – this photo of a balloon inscribed by Yohan at Varun’s birthday dinner thing at Yong Green Food on Brunswick St on Wednesday the 7th: