And That Was That
Aug. 29th, 2011 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
localfreakThe Bank Holiday draws to a close. The back to work blues hover menancingly at the gates with scowling half-panicked faces (because there is so much happening in the next two weeks that it is just insanely horrible to think of) and the long weekend is already fading into a sense of sepia-tinted nostalgic fiction which convincingly ignores the cold, the dust, the freezing rain and that the trip to the game fair today ruined all my plans for what I actually intended to do. The only food in the house for tomorrow's lunch will be speciality cheese, a handful of water biscuits and a new water bottle. There will also be no milk in work tomorrow, because I have not been near a Real Shop to buy any of the milk they in work approve of (we have cartons at home, which for some reason I have never grasped some people actively detest despite the fact they cost less and last longer).
I am currently reading The Fry Chronicles, which has been sitting on my to-read pile for a good six months now. It is proving deeply enjoyable so far. More so, in fact, than Moab Is My Washpot which is unusual for me (with biographies and autobiographies I tend towards interesting information about childhood years than adult sucesses), although perhaps Moab was ruined for me by my reading The Liar first, which I didn't enjoy as much as I enjoyed other fictional books by Stephen Fry, nor as much as I thought I would.
I have quite a few projects in the air at the moment, several of which are making me somewhat elusive to the online world. That is not to say I am not online (the obsession is too hard-wired for that), but I am not In Communicational Spheres as much at present. I have discovered that attempting to run several video editing and photo manipulation programmes alongside MSN's usual background hum is dire folly, and results in the crashing of one, if not all programmes, after about five minutes. Maybe one day I shall have TERRABYTES of harddrive (and better internet) and this will not be an issue, but for now it is.
I am also trying to do non-computery things more. Like read more. And sort out the loft. My lofty (ha) aims for the weekend have not been realised, but I take some small satisfaction in 2 binbags of rubbish (packaging etc), 2 binbags of recycling, 3 binbags of Stuff donated to Age Concern and a further 4 binbags of stuff tied up in a little row awaiting only to be loaded into a car and to be transported to a deserving charity. I would have sorted more, but I ran out of room and the plan had been to finish today. By the time we returned from the Game Fair however, the shops were closed. Disappointing, but I am trying to focus on what little has been achieved instead of the large that hasn't.
I am currently reading The Fry Chronicles, which has been sitting on my to-read pile for a good six months now. It is proving deeply enjoyable so far. More so, in fact, than Moab Is My Washpot which is unusual for me (with biographies and autobiographies I tend towards interesting information about childhood years than adult sucesses), although perhaps Moab was ruined for me by my reading The Liar first, which I didn't enjoy as much as I enjoyed other fictional books by Stephen Fry, nor as much as I thought I would.
I have quite a few projects in the air at the moment, several of which are making me somewhat elusive to the online world. That is not to say I am not online (the obsession is too hard-wired for that), but I am not In Communicational Spheres as much at present. I have discovered that attempting to run several video editing and photo manipulation programmes alongside MSN's usual background hum is dire folly, and results in the crashing of one, if not all programmes, after about five minutes. Maybe one day I shall have TERRABYTES of harddrive (and better internet) and this will not be an issue, but for now it is.
I am also trying to do non-computery things more. Like read more. And sort out the loft. My lofty (ha) aims for the weekend have not been realised, but I take some small satisfaction in 2 binbags of rubbish (packaging etc), 2 binbags of recycling, 3 binbags of Stuff donated to Age Concern and a further 4 binbags of stuff tied up in a little row awaiting only to be loaded into a car and to be transported to a deserving charity. I would have sorted more, but I ran out of room and the plan had been to finish today. By the time we returned from the Game Fair however, the shops were closed. Disappointing, but I am trying to focus on what little has been achieved instead of the large that hasn't.
