makes no sense at all
Tuesday, 8 January 2008 12:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtBother. My Matrix poster has just taken yet another graceful nosedive off my office wall, as it's been doing at intervals since I moved into this office. Either the prestik is not adequate to the gentle air currents from my ceiling fan, or the cosmic wossnames are telling me to stop perving Keanu's coat1 and actually do some work. Except, wait! I can't do any work, as all the relevant information-holding people only get back from holiday tomorrow. The faculty has paid me for a week's worth of surfing the 'net, interspersed with moments of concentrated perplexity as I try to interpret Discovery health options and the retirement plan. Is it just me, or is Discovery a sea of financial confusion populated with ninja sharks? Also, Vitality doesn't appear to reward me for gym three times a week at Sports Science. Rotten swiz.
On the subject of walls, my Evil Landlord has just put up a set of rather dishy new CD shelves in my study, thus giving my floating David Bowie collection a home other than a tottering pile on my desk, and incidentally revealing a few Disks Of Shame I'd forgotten I owned2. He also added another shelf to my bookshelves. This means that the approximately 5 metre-high piles of homeless books currently bedecking the study may, once I get my act together and actually shelve them, find homes. Any day now.
Department of Random Linkery: Making Light has a rather enjoyable clutch of Bruce Sterling quotes. The man talks horse sense, always supposing it's a particularly technophile and politically sussed mechanical horse with a well-developed tendency to bite the undeserving unexpectedly on the butt.
Last Night I Dreamed: another of those mad space-opera dreams, in which I was part of some kind of space expedition trying to make sense of a giant ship full of bizarre and incomprehensible alien artefacts in various tasteful shades of crimson. Later, I was wearing a somewhat home-made Supergirl outfit while flying over the city to gatecrash a slumber party up in a skyscraper flat.
On the subject of walls, my Evil Landlord has just put up a set of rather dishy new CD shelves in my study, thus giving my floating David Bowie collection a home other than a tottering pile on my desk, and incidentally revealing a few Disks Of Shame I'd forgotten I owned2. He also added another shelf to my bookshelves. This means that the approximately 5 metre-high piles of homeless books currently bedecking the study may, once I get my act together and actually shelve them, find homes. Any day now.
Department of Random Linkery: Making Light has a rather enjoyable clutch of Bruce Sterling quotes. The man talks horse sense, always supposing it's a particularly technophile and politically sussed mechanical horse with a well-developed tendency to bite the undeserving unexpectedly on the butt.
Last Night I Dreamed: another of those mad space-opera dreams, in which I was part of some kind of space expedition trying to make sense of a giant ship full of bizarre and incomprehensible alien artefacts in various tasteful shades of crimson. Later, I was wearing a somewhat home-made Supergirl outfit while flying over the city to gatecrash a slumber party up in a skyscraper flat.
1 Keanu is completely upstaged by his coat in Matrix Revolutions - it's beautifully cut and far sexier than he is.
2 Bangles. But I'm not a newt any more, I got better.
