Sitting here in my grandmother’s lounge, looking out over her lawn at the wind whipping the trees. I’m always slightly awed by th sheer size of the houses round here. Anyway, the only reason I’m really posting this is on the offchance anyone reads this in the next day or two. Merry Christmas, folks.
Big WEF(UK) drink-up yesterday. Had a fucking splendid time, marred only slightly by spending the day suffering from a cold that had me feeling like my head was stuffed with cotton wool. (If any of you were wondering why I wasn’t quite at my usual sparkling self, that’ll be why, although given that I was popping pills every few hours, I’m sure you’re all aware of it.) The resturant was fab, if a bit loud and stufy toward the end. Never been to a place where they invite you to draw on the tablecloth, and provide with chalk to do so before. I didn’t try to draw anything, because there isn’t anyone on earth that doesn’t have more artistic talent than I do, but everyone else managed to draw pretty pictures.
Thanks to all who attended for a top time, especially those hardy/mad souls for whom this was the first experience of a WEF drink-up. You’re braver people that I – there were only about five people at the first one I went to, 2 of whom I knew already. I had it easy.
Sudden strange/frightening thought: it’s only a little over a year back that we did the first WEF drinkies. It seems like so much longer.
The more I listen to these Glitterbug MP3s, about a minute each of three different songs, the more they grow on me. Lyssa informs me that they’re playing in London on Monday. I really want to see these people live. So, of course, I’m busy Monday. Fucking typical, really. They’re also playing in London on Thursday. When I am also busy. Welcome to my life.
Sometimes, I like my job. Other times (like now), I hate it. I’ve spend the day trying to enable some relatively simple bits with a cookie, and they’re not fucking working. At all. Not even close. I’ve double and triple checked everything, but it’s not fucking working. I really, really hate it when you do everything according to the manual, and it just won’t work. Excuse me while I go and kill something.
Several of my friends have been going on about Glitterbug for a while now. They’ve mostly been doing live stuff, and I’m not one for going to gigs, really, so I’ve largely missed out on them. Finally got round to stopping by their site today, and downloading the sample MP3s. If chirpy indie-pop-rock is your thing, then you’ll probably dig this. Give ’em a look.
So, my entire domain appears dead from where I am, and since this is one of the few remote systems I can use to attempt remote access to anything connected with it, here’s a quick test entry that I’ll probably forget to delete later.
What to do if your internet romance ends: