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I wrote this yesterday while going mad
2012
unknownj
Doesn't he realise that fire just makes him stronger?

In the absence of any sort of network connectivity at work, I figure I've got some time to write in this thing.. strictly speaking I have no time for this at all today, but in the absence of a means to do the things I'm supposed to be doing, I don't see why not....

So, we're moved in now, properly, and everything is going okay.. The lack of space in the kitchen is a bit annoying, but there are ways to work around that (i.e. being more tidy). The view is pretty awesome - we can see the suspension bridge, and parts of Clifton and Hotwells.. I've taken plenty of long-exposure pictures on my camera at night, which I'll share just as soon as I'm online at home.. Oh, and on the subject of our location, the other night we managed to hear an entire Meatloaf concert through the window - being on the third floor, we're above all the houses all around us, so the sound went right out of the top of the stadium where he was playing and right into our flat.. So yes, I need to add Meatloaf to the list of artists that I've sort of experienced live (like Ash or Jimmy Eat World)..

In slightly irritating news, Naomi's car's hubcaps got stolen the other day, though it's kind of hard to tell exactly when it was since there was a period of about 36 hours between last seeing the car, and finding that they were missing. It somewhat undermines my efforts to convince Naomi that Bristol is a nicer place than Cardiff, but I still stand by that - the only reason we had no problems in Cardiff was that we were on a main road, and the car was parked right there - it would be hard to steal from it. It's now in an off-road car park, which unfortunately affords would-be thieves a little extra concealment.. Still, all things considered, I know where I'd rather be..

Went back to Chinnor briefly this weekend for my mother's birthday (or at least half an hour of it, before I had to leave again), which was nice.. It's funny just how much Edward is becoming like me, I'd suggest to him that we collaborate on writing something, except that perhaps we're too alike, and would find that our combined efforts were no better than individual attempts. Even his work is becoming like mine - he now knows of seed lists, suppression files and de-duping.. Scary indeed!

I feel like maybe I'm not making much sense.. my brain is fairly fried right now, and I'm in my 'disjointed genius' mode of operation.. Were I able to do work, I'd be hurriedly spending five minutes each on a number of different projects, and firing off random e-mails about things, but unfortunately that's not possible. I'm having to take a big bundle of hyperactive low-attention-span energy, and direct it into a single LiveJournal entry. I keep wanting to ALT-TAB out of Notepad and do something else, but have to remind myself that there's nothing else to do..

While I'm writing in this thing, it's worth mentioning that Naomi elected to ruin my attempt to propose to her. You know that episode of Friends where Man-Written-Like-Original-Friends-Characters is trying to propose to Throwaway-NonCharacter-Without-Substance, and she keeps on thwarting his attempts by pre-empting them with remarks about how it's not how she wants to be proposed to? Wait, can I end that sentence on the word "to"? How about that one? Anyway, they're at a hockey game, or basketball game, or something, and he's about to propose on the big screen and she remarks about how naff that is? Keep that in mind..

So anyway, a little over a week ago, Naomi turns to me completely out of the blue and says "Oh, I hope you're not planning on proposing to me in Rome, that would be so clichéd". And there falls apart quite a bit of planning, in one fell swoop! I think on balance I'd rather know that it's not the ideal way, but still, it's a tad vexing.. I think she felt quite bad afterwards, which probably isn't entirely justified - after all, it's not my fault that I had a clichéd idea.. And hey, now I get to plan the whole thing all over again, just differently.. I've got it fairly straight in my head now - it needs to be romantic, not clichéd, which typically would mean it has to be spontaneous, only I feel like I probably need to plan it anyway. If anybody knows how to solve that one, I am (as ever) all ears.

Oh well, on the up-side, it means that I can enjoy the holiday to Rome in September without worrying too much about all the associated baggage :o)

So anyway, the plan for the rest of the day roughly goes like this.. if the network comes back to life any time soon, I have a bucket-load of figures I need to pull off it before it (invariably) dies again. Otherwise, I have meetings now all afternoon, until I leave.. Then it's a train to Reading, to pick up Naomi, and guide her (with the SatNav) back to Bristol, since I don't think either of us are entirely clear on how one gets to our flat from the motorway.. The only way I know is the way from Cardiff, and while it's a good route, it would take a little while to do it coming from Reading. We have to learn how to get home sooner or later anyway..

Then tomorrow, our big freezer is being delivered (frozen produce here we come!), as well as our bed. The latter is probably more important right now - while I don't entirely mind sleeping on a pile of duvets on the floor, it has been over a week since I last slept in a bed, and I'm wondering how good it is for me in the long term..

In another random change of subject (the hyperactive energy works much better at work than it does when writing) I've decided I quite like our princes.. I watched a fair old chunk of the concert for Diana last night (including Ricky Gervais revealing himself to be utterly without talent), and I quite warmed to them.. They seem like actual people, much in contrast to the Prince of Wales, who seems more like some sort of robot monarch-in-waiting.. It's almost enough to turn me into a Monarchist - I really wouldn't mind those guys being heads of state (obviously only one would be, but I wouldn't mind either).

Which introduces another question - can one actually say "I want to live in a Monarchy"? Surely wanting to be able to choose the type of state one lives in is inherently democratic.. I think I just generally like the idea of being ruled by somebody who doesn't necessarily want to do it.. The only people who want to be PM are probably people who shouldn't be, whereas at least with a prince you've got a slim chance of finding somebody who doesn't have that ambition for ruling over a nation.. Though I'm also kind of warming to Gordon Brown, thanks to the low-key way in which the recent "issues" in London and Glasgow have been handled. At no point was I left with the impression that the response was a cynical attempt to scare the people into agreement with anti-terror policy. It just generally feels like there's less spin, or maybe that's just because the new spin is so good...

Anyway, I have a teleconference now.. I'm rather hoping the weather clears up soon - there's a boat ride around Bristol that I think I should take Naomi on, but preferably not in the pouring rain.. It's about time we got out exploring, but I'd prefer to wait until the forces of nature want to let us.. :o)

Right, meeting time....

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And now the meeting is over, and I'm still stuck offline with nothing to do.. I'd feel like maybe writing this all out was stealing time from the company, except I've already been in the office for eight hours today, having come in early.. I had a dream in which I spent too much time at a theme park or something, and ended up getting into the office at 10am and I was in trouble.. Then I woke up and it was 5:30am, which made me feel a whole lot better, but I still came in early in order to avoid the dream coming true.. But mostly I came in early so I could leave early, a plan which has been well and truly wrecked by the fact that I have meetings for most of the afternoon, and no means of actually doing my work.. Ho hum!

Speaking of dreams, the other week I dreamed that Angus Deayton (probably spelled that completely wrong, but without the Internet I can't check it) stole my laptop and my VPN fob, logged onto the company network, and infected all our credit cards with bees. It was rather odd..

Right, sod this, if the computers aren't working, I'm going to find some people to 'hang' with, as it were.. I've done all I can here....

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In another random change of subject (the hyperactive energy works much better at work than it does when writing) I've decided I quite like our princes.. I watched a fair old chunk of the concert for Diana last night (including Ricky Gervais revealing himself to be utterly without talent), and I quite warmed to them.. They seem like actual people, much in contrast to the Prince of Wales, who seems more like some sort of robot monarch-in-waiting.. It's almost enough to turn me into a Monarchist - I really wouldn't mind those guys being heads of state (obviously only one would be, but I wouldn't mind either).

I never thought I would see the day you fell for a fairly blatant marketing attempt.

Cynically, I firmly believe the effect that concert has had on you was the real focus of the event. Hence the open box, the large group of friends, the drinking, the awkward dancing. Our monarchy is being sold to us and a lot of people are buying after that event.

As for Gordon Brown ...!!!!

What made that moment for me was the sheer horror with which you said, "NO! Fire only makes him stronger!"

I can't write on my own, so it's you or someone inferior.

Propose to her at Butlins; see how she likes that!

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