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Wednesday, 7 January 2009 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtGood grief. I just scored a completely random University Avenue parking disk. That is, I am now legally permitted to grab the closest possible parking to my office, behind the booms, requiring card access, and generally reserved for deanly gods, HoDs and those admin bods who cling with limpet-like tenacity to the highest possible rung on the ladder. I fall into none of these categories, and have for fifteen years grimly climbed six flights of stairs to reach my car. The Cosmic Wossnames are clearly setting out to compensate me for a job which I do well but reluctantly and which is currently turning me into a lizard.
The Dynamic Duo, viz. jo&stv, came round to visit at an advanced hour of last night, rescuing me from swearing at the TV (Roswell is being more than usually silly with more than usually ridiculous marital plots1), to say happy birthday to the EL. He was, of course, out, being fed birthday dinners by his dear old silver-haired German mother (a very sweet and slightly scary lady). Disturbed by his absence, jo&stv proceeded to fill the temporary void by raiding his bedroom and constructing an unreasonable Evil Landlord fascimile,
I think they'd been drinking. It's the only mitigating circumstance I can think of. It was peculiarly disconcerting when the EL actually did arrive back and sat in the chair next door. (The thing in the clothes is the giant psychedelic rainbow-print leopard which lives on the back of the sofa, the result of a particularly dementedly inspired Christmas gift impulse from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starmadeshadow, who presented it to the Evil Landlord several years ago for no other reason than to see his face when he unwrapped it. It's known as the Shadowing Lemma, owing to its two-dimensional nature and tendency to fall on wolverine_nun, who's a mathematician. This is another in-joke. Non-Pratchett fans may move along now.)
Oh, yes. That. The subject line is courtesy of Charles Stross, who is an Odd Man, TM.
The Dynamic Duo, viz. jo&stv, came round to visit at an advanced hour of last night, rescuing me from swearing at the TV (Roswell is being more than usually silly with more than usually ridiculous marital plots1), to say happy birthday to the EL. He was, of course, out, being fed birthday dinners by his dear old silver-haired German mother (a very sweet and slightly scary lady). Disturbed by his absence, jo&stv proceeded to fill the temporary void by raiding his bedroom and constructing an unreasonable Evil Landlord fascimile,
I think they'd been drinking. It's the only mitigating circumstance I can think of. It was peculiarly disconcerting when the EL actually did arrive back and sat in the chair next door. (The thing in the clothes is the giant psychedelic rainbow-print leopard which lives on the back of the sofa, the result of a particularly dementedly inspired Christmas gift impulse from
starmadeshadow, who presented it to the Evil Landlord several years ago for no other reason than to see his face when he unwrapped it. It's known as the Shadowing Lemma, owing to its two-dimensional nature and tendency to fall on wolverine_nun, who's a mathematician. This is another in-joke. Non-Pratchett fans may move along now.)Oh, yes. That. The subject line is courtesy of Charles Stross, who is an Odd Man, TM.
1 Marital plots are always more or less ridiculous, especially when teenagers are involved. Honestly.
