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Jul. 19th, 2004 11:03 amWere it not for the hateful minions of the Nazarene, this would have been Stay Beautiful weekend. So far as I can tell, most of those affected by this adapted reasonably well to that fact. I was one of the remainder. Did we go to some exciting event from which we had always been blocked by the SB clash? Don't be daft, we went t'pub. Twice. To the Hopeless W@nker on Friday and to the T Bird on Saturday. The latter deserves a special mention because after we drank it dry of cider, they obtained more that we might continue our merry self-pickling*. Though at the former, someone who shall remain nameless confessed they only search their friendslist for mentions of sex, gossip and compromising situations. Well, in your face SWSRN as such a search would now have brought you here fruitlessly!
After each of these binges (which didn't result in thuggery because, Mr Blunkett, BOOZE DOESN'T MAKE PEONIC BEHAVIOUR - PEONS DO), I got to bed at a reasonable hour and then found myself awake at 4.30am. Not good, not good at all. On Sunday I managed to get back to sleep but on Saturday it seemed my only option was to read the whole Grant Morrison run on New X-Men until the rest of the world woke up too. It makes a lot more sense now, though certain aspects remain opaque. Over the rest of the weekend I mount similar binges on Smax, 1602 and Adventures in the Rifle Brigade. Sad, moi?
I normally like there to be a certain element of poetic justice to the Extreme Justice I plot for malefactors, but frankly when someone is in the 10 Items Or Fewer line with 19 items, I can't think much further than a bullet in the head.
I should probably have gone to Oxford on Sunday, but after spending two of the last three weekends out of town I felt my connection to London insufficiently re-established for that. Instead, a brief stroll, the last of Firefly and a bit of Peter Ackroyd to leave myself feeling more plugged-in. Finished by watching The Hole which has its merits (conflicting narratives! sexy teenage sociopaths! Kiera Knightley's breasts!) but, as is so often the case, is too long and has a slightly generic ending.
The fox was sunbathing outside the bathroom window again today. For the first time, we made eye contact. He knew I represented no threat and went back to sleep, bless him. It cheers me when wild animals make such case-by-case assessments - the last one I recall was a blackbird at Pembroke.
Anyone for Client tonight?
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p_dan_tic and I each independently uncovered the terrible Soylent Green-style truth behind the cider, but let us not speak of that.
After each of these binges (which didn't result in thuggery because, Mr Blunkett, BOOZE DOESN'T MAKE PEONIC BEHAVIOUR - PEONS DO), I got to bed at a reasonable hour and then found myself awake at 4.30am. Not good, not good at all. On Sunday I managed to get back to sleep but on Saturday it seemed my only option was to read the whole Grant Morrison run on New X-Men until the rest of the world woke up too. It makes a lot more sense now, though certain aspects remain opaque. Over the rest of the weekend I mount similar binges on Smax, 1602 and Adventures in the Rifle Brigade. Sad, moi?
I normally like there to be a certain element of poetic justice to the Extreme Justice I plot for malefactors, but frankly when someone is in the 10 Items Or Fewer line with 19 items, I can't think much further than a bullet in the head.
I should probably have gone to Oxford on Sunday, but after spending two of the last three weekends out of town I felt my connection to London insufficiently re-established for that. Instead, a brief stroll, the last of Firefly and a bit of Peter Ackroyd to leave myself feeling more plugged-in. Finished by watching The Hole which has its merits (conflicting narratives! sexy teenage sociopaths! Kiera Knightley's breasts!) but, as is so often the case, is too long and has a slightly generic ending.
The fox was sunbathing outside the bathroom window again today. For the first time, we made eye contact. He knew I represented no threat and went back to sleep, bless him. It cheers me when wild animals make such case-by-case assessments - the last one I recall was a blackbird at Pembroke.
Anyone for Client tonight?
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p_dan_tic and I each independently uncovered the terrible Soylent Green-style truth behind the cider, but let us not speak of that.
