A little bit of UST goes a long way
Feb. 23rd, 2007 05:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaFirst, this reminds me, ages ago I had the idea of getting business cards made up (not that I often need business cards but it might be useful now and then) with my number along one edge in resistor codes. It's be interesting to see who noticed, like. I must see how much that costs.
Second, I am cunting fed up of coughing. Last Thursday evening I kind of felt myself finally lift out of feeling ill, and while that was over a week ago and I still feel basically all right, I'm still bloody coughing all the time. I'm not normally one for disturbed sleep at all but I've been having weird dreams that get tangled with coughing fits, but that I can't quite get far enough up from to wake up and do something about the cough. There was one where I had this map, only two of the points on it were in the same place at once (the DLR station for London City Airport and something else, I think) and wouldn't sit flat, and every time I looked at the knot I coughed, and I couldn't get it to sit flat and I couldn't stop coughing, and eventually I did manage to drag myself awake enough to sit up and have a bit of water and calm down and then when I lay back down the knot looked better and the map looked flatter and that was cool. But I do keep waking up in the night, which I never normally do and for most of this week it's been to vague thoughts of dread about the sheer volume of robot design guff I'm having to deal with at work. To be fair things went a lot better today, we're reaching some sort of consensus and common vision on a lot of the parts but it would be so much easier if I wasn't doing this with chemists, basically. I spent a lot of this morning explaining concepts that made immediate sense to me when briefly discussed in a meeting two months ago, while they're still tying to get their heads round them. I suppose the process of explaining helps work through all the implications of the design choices but still.
Last night I woke up three times and didn't mind, and then woke up straight away when the alarm went off, with a cheerful heart, despite having only got in from the gig at about 2. We weren't playing, but me and Debz went down to the New Cross Inn to see a night being put on by Joe from the Moon. He is being entertainingly pathetic about his dreadful injury, viz, going snowboarding and going really blisteringly fast until he ran into something and clobbered his ribs. Still taking over the mike at every possible opportunity, though, bless him. So the bands were Penny Reds, a band I've seen once before who have a splendidly enthusiastic singer/guitarist with big spirally hair and a goofy grin who plainly has ideas and some musical ability and ought to do well, if only he can get rid of his slightly less good band, and the Fuzz Pilots, who have clearly got some songs, but they're kind of concealed beneath the singer desperately wanting to be Kurt Cobain, a shit bassist and, I'd guess, not having been together very long so not having the togetherness and edge to just fucking go for it hard - I shouldn't mind seeing them again, at least, though.
Umm, and the other band was Public Enterprise. Not the best I've ever seen them play, with Pablo having grief with the high notes and Neil missing changes on account of being too busy tarting for the camera of one of Joe's photography students and Mark rather dropping the ball on a new song but but but, it's good to see them anyway. And I did a bit of dancing to the Demented Pixies' DJing afterwards, indeed briefly losing my phone while jumping around, and when I woke up in the night I found myself still going 'that was fun, wooo' instead of 'graaahhh robot meeting of death.' Having fun in making someone feel better shocker, I dunno. But I forget, there's a remarkable amount of value to be had in even the most innocuous conversations, in such circumstances. Stupid stupid stupid, I've always got some inexplicable, irresolvable emotional discontinuity like this going on, but in a lot of ways it's what keeps the world going round, isn't it?
Right. Tomorrow I am going to go to a nuclear bunker just in case there's an apocalypse, which issquirmelia's idea, and then I expect I might drink some beer and possibly try out Feeling Gloomy, as I have not previously been. I wonder what I'm doing with tonight?
Second, I am cunting fed up of coughing. Last Thursday evening I kind of felt myself finally lift out of feeling ill, and while that was over a week ago and I still feel basically all right, I'm still bloody coughing all the time. I'm not normally one for disturbed sleep at all but I've been having weird dreams that get tangled with coughing fits, but that I can't quite get far enough up from to wake up and do something about the cough. There was one where I had this map, only two of the points on it were in the same place at once (the DLR station for London City Airport and something else, I think) and wouldn't sit flat, and every time I looked at the knot I coughed, and I couldn't get it to sit flat and I couldn't stop coughing, and eventually I did manage to drag myself awake enough to sit up and have a bit of water and calm down and then when I lay back down the knot looked better and the map looked flatter and that was cool. But I do keep waking up in the night, which I never normally do and for most of this week it's been to vague thoughts of dread about the sheer volume of robot design guff I'm having to deal with at work. To be fair things went a lot better today, we're reaching some sort of consensus and common vision on a lot of the parts but it would be so much easier if I wasn't doing this with chemists, basically. I spent a lot of this morning explaining concepts that made immediate sense to me when briefly discussed in a meeting two months ago, while they're still tying to get their heads round them. I suppose the process of explaining helps work through all the implications of the design choices but still.
Last night I woke up three times and didn't mind, and then woke up straight away when the alarm went off, with a cheerful heart, despite having only got in from the gig at about 2. We weren't playing, but me and Debz went down to the New Cross Inn to see a night being put on by Joe from the Moon. He is being entertainingly pathetic about his dreadful injury, viz, going snowboarding and going really blisteringly fast until he ran into something and clobbered his ribs. Still taking over the mike at every possible opportunity, though, bless him. So the bands were Penny Reds, a band I've seen once before who have a splendidly enthusiastic singer/guitarist with big spirally hair and a goofy grin who plainly has ideas and some musical ability and ought to do well, if only he can get rid of his slightly less good band, and the Fuzz Pilots, who have clearly got some songs, but they're kind of concealed beneath the singer desperately wanting to be Kurt Cobain, a shit bassist and, I'd guess, not having been together very long so not having the togetherness and edge to just fucking go for it hard - I shouldn't mind seeing them again, at least, though.
Umm, and the other band was Public Enterprise. Not the best I've ever seen them play, with Pablo having grief with the high notes and Neil missing changes on account of being too busy tarting for the camera of one of Joe's photography students and Mark rather dropping the ball on a new song but but but, it's good to see them anyway. And I did a bit of dancing to the Demented Pixies' DJing afterwards, indeed briefly losing my phone while jumping around, and when I woke up in the night I found myself still going 'that was fun, wooo' instead of 'graaahhh robot meeting of death.' Having fun in making someone feel better shocker, I dunno. But I forget, there's a remarkable amount of value to be had in even the most innocuous conversations, in such circumstances. Stupid stupid stupid, I've always got some inexplicable, irresolvable emotional discontinuity like this going on, but in a lot of ways it's what keeps the world going round, isn't it?
Right. Tomorrow I am going to go to a nuclear bunker just in case there's an apocalypse, which is
squirmelia's idea, and then I expect I might drink some beer and possibly try out Feeling Gloomy, as I have not previously been. I wonder what I'm doing with tonight?![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2007-02-23 06:38 pm (UTC)and i had that cough last year. was rubbish. and made me dog tired from the weeks of restless nights. hope it passes soon.
and, um, i thought Feeling Gloomy was always on fridays when you were doing other things?
hmm.
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Date: 2007-02-23 07:44 pm (UTC)Get well! xx