bugger all this colonialism, anyway

[freckles_and_doubt]

I'm sure the rain would have done nice things for my mushroom city, except in my absence yesterday the gardener pursued a scorched earth policy, levelling the whole outcrop. The garden is filled with notional ousted gnomes, wailing , shaking tiny fists and pushing their lives in hand barrows to refuges under handy leaves. I can find only a tiny sprouting of mushroom hovels in one corner, clearly a shantytown of stubborn gnomic squatters. Hopefully they'll spread over the next week. More Zimbabwe flashbacks. Sigh.

The dinner-invitation arms race with jo&stv is escalating again - we were there last night with my Friendly Psychologist, eating, as usual, too much, and drinking ditto. I feel impelled to record for posterity my last phone conversation with stv, which started with a cheery, "Hi, Docinatrix! 'Tis the Stevinator!" I hasten to add that our relationship is actually not nearly as dodgy as this form of salutation might suggest.

The usual result of yesterday's student-ejection has manifested, viz. (1) a perfect record in this morning's tut, with every single student defiantly clutching a copy of The Tempest and clearly daring me to comment, and (2) the sad, sweet, apologetic e-mail from one of said students registering guilt and sorrow about the original default. There's always one. Every time I do this, I get one apology. I think it's some kind of cosmic tokenism.

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Re: Cellphone towers

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

I very much doubt that cellphone towers are giving me phlegm on the chest. And the headaches are really, honestly better in the last few months. Why won't people believe me? I used to be a newt, but I got better! Really! I've only had one epic snorter of a headache since approximately February. Since there has been a cellphone tower on the hospital for the last eight years and to the best of my knowledge no-one has removed it recently, I also doubt I can blame it for the headaches.