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too much chocolate cake
Friday, 2 September 2005 11:38 pmWhen wolverine_nun's daughter is spawned in a few weeks, she's going to have eyes perpetually opened wide in round-eyed surprise. This will be a direct result of her unfortunate mother having experienced two surprise parties, both kept secret until the last minute by superhuman self-control and plotting, in the space of a week. Sunday's baby shower was followed, this evening, by a surprise birthday party which cruelly colonised and usurped my Friday night Falkenstein space, but was a good - and surprising - evening nonetheless. There was much chocolate cake, and more gluhwein, and a threatened Polish invasion which was fortunately averted by fifth-column activity without us actually having to throw up earthworks in the garden. Wolverine-nun was duly presented with a digital camera, for purposes of photographing said spawn, and spent a happy hour or so fiddling, crooning and taking inexpert shots.
In a bizarre parallel gesture, my new TV was delivered this morning, and I spent a happy hour tuning channels, fiddling with buttons, crooning and connecting up the DVD. I can now joyously watch the copy of Ultraviolet jo&stv incautiously lent me, as well as breaking out my virgin stash of Sky Captain, Pirates of the Carribean, various Miyazaki opuses, and about five seasons of Buffy. There goes the weekend. It's fortunate this technological marvel has occured just now, as wolverine_nun's Nice Man has absconded with the ShadowMagic disk, causing much screaming and hair-tearing from both me and the Evil Landlord. There will be withdrawal symptoms. I mean this literally. I will be bad-tempered for several days, although hopefully I can distract it with DVD-watching and the remains of the chocolate cake.
Victory! I finished one of the Worthy South African Novels (Garden of the Plagues), which was good but annoying because its beauty of prose and description meant that the heavily political content snuck up on me beguilingly. Rotten swizz. Also, the Andre Brink, which I have started (Praying Mantis) is heavily folkloristic and is interesting me on technical grounds even while annoying me and causing me little actual enjoyment. One review down, one to go. Deadline on Monday. So invigorating.
In a bizarre parallel gesture, my new TV was delivered this morning, and I spent a happy hour tuning channels, fiddling with buttons, crooning and connecting up the DVD. I can now joyously watch the copy of Ultraviolet jo&stv incautiously lent me, as well as breaking out my virgin stash of Sky Captain, Pirates of the Carribean, various Miyazaki opuses, and about five seasons of Buffy. There goes the weekend. It's fortunate this technological marvel has occured just now, as wolverine_nun's Nice Man has absconded with the ShadowMagic disk, causing much screaming and hair-tearing from both me and the Evil Landlord. There will be withdrawal symptoms. I mean this literally. I will be bad-tempered for several days, although hopefully I can distract it with DVD-watching and the remains of the chocolate cake.
Victory! I finished one of the Worthy South African Novels (Garden of the Plagues), which was good but annoying because its beauty of prose and description meant that the heavily political content snuck up on me beguilingly. Rotten swizz. Also, the Andre Brink, which I have started (Praying Mantis) is heavily folkloristic and is interesting me on technical grounds even while annoying me and causing me little actual enjoyment. One review down, one to go. Deadline on Monday. So invigorating.
