dancing on the ceiling
Monday, 30 March 2009 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtWe have new kitchen lights, lots of focused spots, which is good in the sense that I'm less likely to cut my fingers off while chopping onions in stygian gloom. On the other hand, we also now have an interesting foot-shaped hole in the living room ceiling, where the Evil Landlord, engaged in muffled installation noises, stepped on a beam that turned out not to be a beam. I was peaceably reading on the comfy new couch below at the time. The sudden appearance of a disembodied foot where no foot should be is strangely interesting, as are the attendant Germanic curses.
Busy packing for the flight tonight, having acquired new suitcase and wrestled with the Virgin Atlantic online check-in for slightly over an hour. The wretched thing will not let me change the seat booking it randomly allocated me in place of the one I actually requested. I'm going to have to fight with them when I arrive at the airport, I travel seldom enough that I get seriously petulant when denied a window seat. Currently the major problem facing me is which of the Bookshelf of Unread Reproach gets to travel with me. It's tricky, because I can't read properly on planes, my attention is always faintly distracted, so it needs to be something fluffy. In pursuit of this, and in defiance of all the BoUR resolutions, I have achieved a copy of the new JD Robb. This is a seriously flawed plan, I can whack through one of those in about two hours. Let's hope there's something good on TV.
Random Linkery, to close tabs before I bugger off: Superheroes. Of an alternative and rather poignant variety. Also, USA's economy as third-world analogue. It's all horrifyingly familiar.
In other news, Ounce has finally decided that the new couches are not actually going to swallow him whole and are, in defiance of paranoia, rather comfy. (The baleful glare says "The couch may not be killing and eating me, but don't think I don't know you're about to.")
Busy packing for the flight tonight, having acquired new suitcase and wrestled with the Virgin Atlantic online check-in for slightly over an hour. The wretched thing will not let me change the seat booking it randomly allocated me in place of the one I actually requested. I'm going to have to fight with them when I arrive at the airport, I travel seldom enough that I get seriously petulant when denied a window seat. Currently the major problem facing me is which of the Bookshelf of Unread Reproach gets to travel with me. It's tricky, because I can't read properly on planes, my attention is always faintly distracted, so it needs to be something fluffy. In pursuit of this, and in defiance of all the BoUR resolutions, I have achieved a copy of the new JD Robb. This is a seriously flawed plan, I can whack through one of those in about two hours. Let's hope there's something good on TV.
Random Linkery, to close tabs before I bugger off: Superheroes. Of an alternative and rather poignant variety. Also, USA's economy as third-world analogue. It's all horrifyingly familiar.
In other news, Ounce has finally decided that the new couches are not actually going to swallow him whole and are, in defiance of paranoia, rather comfy. (The baleful glare says "The couch may not be killing and eating me, but don't think I don't know you're about to.")
