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freckles_and_doubtThings I Have Learned This Weekend, in reverse chronological order:
1. My Evil Landlord is occasionally a dingbat; he used my computer while I was out, and left it connected to the internet for 7 hours, causing me a heart attack when I got home because I thought for a moment that I was the one who'd forgotten to disconnect. Fortunately, the start of the login time was after I'd left. Since he pays the phone bill, not me, all is gas and gaiters. That'll teach him to listen to my (not particularly) gentle campaign to make him get ADSL.
2. Stv, of Jo&Stv fame, makes killer Thai. Jo should keep him.
3. I may have faint glimmerings of the beginnings of a kernel or nucleus of self-control. I stamped my foot at the Evil Landlord this morning until he gave ShadowMagic back, after which I played for a few hours, finished the game I'd been halfway through when he confiscated it last time, and then gave it back to him, with strict instructions to hide it. *radiates pride*
4. My current state of health or mind or whatever - the one that gives me all the symptoms of headache except the actual headache (i.e. zombification, irritability, depression, the tendency to bump into things, and temporary residence on another planet) - also makes me antisocial, particularly with strangers. I don't think I bit any of the new SCA people yesterday, but it was a close call.
5. The Mammoth Books of Best New SF ain't half bad (currently reading #15, 2001); have renewed enthusiasm for Dan Simmons, Ian R. MacLeod, Michael Swanwick; have made joyous acquaintance with Charles Stross, Elanor Arnason, Carolyn Ives Gilman. Have realised that Gardner Dozois badly needs a good sub-editor, counted at least five errors in his introduction.
6. Am still disinclined to work. No surprises there. I am even disinclined to answer all the e-mails I owe everyone. Sorry, everyone. Self-flagellation will have some effect, eventually. Maybe.
1. My Evil Landlord is occasionally a dingbat; he used my computer while I was out, and left it connected to the internet for 7 hours, causing me a heart attack when I got home because I thought for a moment that I was the one who'd forgotten to disconnect. Fortunately, the start of the login time was after I'd left. Since he pays the phone bill, not me, all is gas and gaiters. That'll teach him to listen to my (not particularly) gentle campaign to make him get ADSL.
2. Stv, of Jo&Stv fame, makes killer Thai. Jo should keep him.
3. I may have faint glimmerings of the beginnings of a kernel or nucleus of self-control. I stamped my foot at the Evil Landlord this morning until he gave ShadowMagic back, after which I played for a few hours, finished the game I'd been halfway through when he confiscated it last time, and then gave it back to him, with strict instructions to hide it. *radiates pride*
4. My current state of health or mind or whatever - the one that gives me all the symptoms of headache except the actual headache (i.e. zombification, irritability, depression, the tendency to bump into things, and temporary residence on another planet) - also makes me antisocial, particularly with strangers. I don't think I bit any of the new SCA people yesterday, but it was a close call.
5. The Mammoth Books of Best New SF ain't half bad (currently reading #15, 2001); have renewed enthusiasm for Dan Simmons, Ian R. MacLeod, Michael Swanwick; have made joyous acquaintance with Charles Stross, Elanor Arnason, Carolyn Ives Gilman. Have realised that Gardner Dozois badly needs a good sub-editor, counted at least five errors in his introduction.
6. Am still disinclined to work. No surprises there. I am even disinclined to answer all the e-mails I owe everyone. Sorry, everyone. Self-flagellation will have some effect, eventually. Maybe.
re points.
Date: Monday, 25 April 2005 05:54 am (UTC)I can attest to the fact that Marie's brain has turned to tofu. I spoke to her for several minutes on the phone the other day and it took that long to get out a coherent sentence. We must all be very kind.
re 4 again.
Nope, didn't bite anyone, by dint of hiding in another room. Probably as well, that sort of thing miught scare the newcomers. Then again, maybe not...
re 6. Me too. Not sleeping all night is also bad for wanting to work. Am trying sleeping sitting up now, to see whether that is any better. So far, not so much.
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