Month: February 2003

Week done.

It seems my iPod is working again, after I’d resigned myself to shipping ti back and getting a replacement, so it’s time to drop Faerie Stories and Nocturama across, and build a few new playlists before heading out in to the world. Smart Mobs arrived today, so I think I’ll try and leave early for the pub, and get a bit of time to read and think.

I was talking to Andrew last night about my next web project (and yes, I am aware that every single one I’ve mentioned in the last 18 months has failed to materialise). I’ve been re-tooling Thoughtbombs in my head for a while now. The initial idea is still there – the single, short weekly essay on just about any topic, that’s still the core of it. I don’t have the time to commit to more than that (not that I’d be writing them, but simply in terms of commisioning and managing the content) but I want to expand it out a bit past that, form it into a sort of community based thing, but on a slightly different model. So I’m going to have a look through Smart Mobs, and see if that sparks anything off in my head.

It’s going to be at least 18 months before I really get around to this in earnest, but it’s just something to think about, build the systems for, and generally have ready for when I’ve got the time. But it also means that I’ve got lots of time to make it clever and unique. Hence, the reading and re-modelling as I go.

Tomorrow I pay off a loan, and legally take up residence in the flat. And on Sunday, I’m going to start putting our new network together, in preparation for Broadband on Monday. Have a good weekend, folks.

Childish.

Tonight, I am mostly feeling petulant. I’m really not proud of this. Allow me to explain:

Fin has an interview for art college coming up, so she’s had to get a portfolio to take her work around with her. It’s quite heavy. So I thought I’d surprise her on her way home from work, and carry her portfolio back to her place for her, before heading home to do the the jobs I needed to do tonight. So I bought my ticket from the office to Wallington, where she lives, and then hopped off the train at West Croydon, because I knew she’d be on that route home, and about what time she’d be there. I couldn’t leave the station, but I could wait on the platform.

So I waited there for half an hour, and then assumed I’d missed her, and chuckled ruefully that my good deed had gone a bit wrong. I got a bit worried when I phoned her at home to have a laugh about it, and she wasn’t in, but figured that maybe she’d had to work late, and I’d missed her in the other direction.

Turns out that no, I hadn’t missed her – she’d gone from work to a friend’s birthday party. She’d completely forgotten it was that friend’s birthday until her sister rang to remind her. So, y’know, just one of those things.

And there is where the childish bit comes in. See, I dislike the friend in question. Now, I know it wasn’t her fault, or indeed, anyone’s fault. It was, as I say, just one of those things. And still, there’s a nasty childish part of me that blames her. That’s annoyed at her for blowing my good deed. That’s put out with her that I sat for half an hour in the freezing bloody cold, and took much longer to get home than I should have. I know it’s not her fault. I don’t blame her, not really – I mean, it’s her birthday, for christ’s sake – of course she’s entitled to a good day on her birthday, with her friends about her. I wish her a happy birthday. But still, I’m feeling childish and petulant, and a tiny part of me wants something to go wrong for her tomorrow, just to get a bit of petty revenge.

Not really very grown up, is it?