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The Plainclothes Clown  It's so dark outside, and it's been unbelievably miserable outside all day. The evening proper will start in less than half an hour, but it feels as if the night, in its enthusiasm and its desire to be seen doing a good job, has arrived early with its sleeves rolled up, ready to go to work early. One item in my Spam box, and one item in the Trash folder. Nothing else new. Bloody Hell, the internet must be dead tonight. Very well then: tonight's activities will include reading more Japanese lessons and even doing something for Traveller later on. I'll keep the computer on to finish today's writing stint, and then I'll pack it all in. Hopefully Monday I will see a glut of emails pouring in from all over everywhere, and they'll be real emails - not just more adverts for penis cream or invitations to get fleeced by a Nigerian scam or something. Current mood:  busy.Current music: nowt.  see more Epic Fails That's why I bring them home after trapping them and eat them there. Current mood:  amused.Current music: nowt. Having just seen a stream of adverts showing family Christmases, all of which look like utter nightmares, I have to post here to state that you have no idea, absolutely no idea, how much I utterly loathe Christmas. Truly, seriously, I hate it with a passion. Xmas and December 31st / January 1st both. I really loathe this whole holiday season. Current mood:  awake.Current music: nowt. My inbox is empty. There's been a dry spell of emails all week - I imagine my email thinks that the Internet has died or something. And I just checked my Trash folder, looking for KLI posts. Hell, it says something when even the trash folder is empty. Current mood: awake.Current music: nowt. If I was offered a magic wishing language imprinter, that would imprint full knowledge of a language, written, oral and aural, into my head within 45 seconds but which would give me a splitting headache for 48 hours afterwards, I'd take it. Two solid weeks of cranial agony in exchange for total fluency in Japanese, Welsh, Mandarin Chinese, Korean, Italian, Portuguese and German? Sign me up, and pass me those ice packs. Current mood: cheerful.Current music: The X Files "Kitsunegari". You know what it's like. Nothing happens for a long time, and then you decide the place needs renovation. So I got down to reworking my Farm Town farm, and now I have some plans for the place. The stands of the various trees are starting to look ragged, all rows here and there, all of them on the left and reaching round, unfinished. So I think I'll now space them far apart, and as I get new trees I'll insert them between, so gradually the lines will thicken up. Low cash harvest trees - lemons, oranges, hell apples - I can eventually sell off and dispose of (after one last harvest, of course) and eventually I can think of furnishing the farm with a few more bits and pieces to make the place look like, well, a place. The aim is to make the place look like a terraced orchard, with stepped terraces of crops lined with arboreal borders, and a central water feature at the bottom. Once I've got enough cash from one or two more tree harvests, I'll buy another strip of land at the base, ring it with a fence and make it look like a ledge overlooking the central water feature at the bottom. That, maybe, I'll leave to populate with flowers and animals or something. One can get engrossed in a game. But believe me, this game's just for Thursdays now. I'm going to start imposing similar restrictions on the days I play SuperPoke Pets. Current mood: busy.Current music: nowt. Today's been a very long, slow day for my inbox. Most of my email account has been empty, with very little in the way of new emails coming in. Well, one exception. The Trash folder has been overflowing with Klingon Language Institute posts. I stated in an earlier post that I'd edit my mail filter for their address to redirect all incoming KLI emails straight to the Trash folder. Well, I'm now glad I did. I spent the early part of today running around, dropping by the landlord to get a form filled in by them for the Council (which took them an unbelievable amount of time because the computers were down), followed by trudging through the rain to get that completed form to the Council. Next, I'd planned on getting to the college again today, but by the time I'd made it into town, my friend's business was concluded in college and she was on her way into town, so rather than go up there I waited for her to drop by the Deli Express. We had a good long chat at the Deli, and after parting ways I came back home, which is where I am right now. I'm going to be very busy tomorrow. Something interesting has cropped up, something I thought of, and I want to make some preliminary emails and calls tomorrow, to see what I can do to get this particular ball rolling. Current mood: artistic.Current music: nowt.  see more Epic Fails Current mood: amused.Current music: nowt. Current mood: amused.Current music: nowt. I got into one blind date where the girl confessed to being a career shoplifter. But clingy? Far from it. The moment they get a hint of someone sniffing around them, they've shot off. One minute we're together, the next she'd be off. Hell, one of them tried it on with one of the actors from Star Trek. Not many people can say that their ex tried to run off with the High Chancellor of the Klingon Empire. One exception - my ex bar one, who came from Brazil. We parted under less than happy circumstances. I would like to have met her one last time, to tell her that it was okay, and to let it all go in her company so we'd have known formally that it was all over. That parting of the ways was too, too abrupt. Current mood: busy.Current music: nowt. |
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