Thursday was Summer Phantoms night, and it really worked. We had a hundred-plus people booked for the event, though only about eighty actually turned up; this is commonplace for free gigs (and very annoying, when space is limited; at previous gigs we've turned bookings away because all tickets were gone, and then had empty seats on the night, snarl...). However, it didn't matter on Thursday, except insofar as some people who had presumably wanted to be there missed a good gig. We foregathered at the Lit & Phil for a drink and a mingle, then processed (following Hazel, one of the library's staff, all dressed up in full black Victoriana like a Lady Without a Lamp) through a not-very-secret passage into the Miners' Institute next door: through their library and so down into the panelled and tiered lecture theatre, which has not only Atmosphere but also Acoustics. Sean, Gail-Nina and I all read new stories, and it was hugely fun.
Also, at the event I collected m'friend Ruth, whom I have known since she was a foetus. She is now twenty-three, and kind of awesome: passing through Newcastle on her way from Spain (where she has lived most of her life) to Germany (where she will be studying for her doctorate). If anyone wants a trilingual biologist in four years' time, speak now; she'll be in demand, I fancy.
Meantime, though, I have her for a couple of days; and yesterday she came over all strict & determined, to the point where I am now sitting in a room of two halves. If I twizzle my chair around and sit with my back to the desk, I find myself looking at a very sane, rational, ordered office, where everything is in boxes and on shelves; it's clean, it's neat, it's hoovered. There's a comfy chair with nothing on it, waiting for a person to go sit.
On the other hand, if I do that, if I go sit in that chair and look in this direction - well, we didn't get this far. One corner at a time, we thought. So in this half everything is still randomised chaos (and no, that's not a tautology: first I had the chaos, which I had generated myself, and then I introduced two cats to it).
The only trouble with this 'one corner at a time' policy is that she's moving on today, so how am I ever going to tackle my other corners? On my own, I'm defeated before I begin...
August 4 2007, 14:49:43 UTC 4 years ago
August 4 2007, 16:32:15 UTC 4 years ago
b) ten minutes a day, focusing on *one* *corner* so that you can see where you've been. When you do a light skim over the entire room, it doesn't look any different and you get dispirited and give up. Yes, I do speak from experience.
Speaking of which, I need to Do Something about my computer desk today. I did tidy it last week, which means that I can now see where I need to clean it, as in vacuum cleaner and soapy wet cloth. It's squalid...
August 4 2007, 16:33:01 UTC 4 years ago
Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
I want one now.
August 4 2007, 17:27:31 UTC 4 years ago
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Yes, but what do you want one *for*?On second thoughts, don't answer that...
August 4 2007, 17:31:32 UTC 4 years ago
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Conversation, you pervert.August 4 2007, 17:49:48 UTC 4 years ago
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
That icon makes you look soooo pure, I'm almost convinced.August 4 2007, 18:35:14 UTC 4 years ago
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Perhaps I should have gone with this picture, because you should just see the uncropped version of "Innocence."It makes a statement.
August 4 2007, 23:33:31 UTC 4 years ago
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Eek.August 4 2007, 23:43:53 UTC 4 years ago
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
You know that when things squeak, I have to pounce, don't you? It's a cat thing...you probably understand.[nomnomnom]
Oh, sorry, I got cat spit in your hair.
=^.^=
August 4 2007, 23:50:45 UTC 4 years ago
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
It's really only about PG, but there's a PG-13 version as well. Sort of in the sense of in Witches Abroad when Magrat is wearing trousers, and Granny Weatherwax objects on the grounds that you can see where Magrat's legs ARE.In this case there's a definite hint that humans are generally naked under their clothes, without actually resorting to technical nudity.
http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c
August 4 2007, 17:56:22 UTC 4 years ago
PS
Did I neglect to mention that she is both tall and beautiful? *scans back* Oh - yes, I see that I did. Sorry.Now what do you want her for...?
August 4 2007, 17:47:23 UTC 4 years ago
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I'd send her over, except that she's moving the other way. Eastward. What can I say...?August 4 2007, 20:44:56 UTC 4 years ago