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ltmurnauSo, it has been just over a week since I broke my foot and it seems to be calming down a bit. Still sore and I need a stick to walk but have not had a relapse like on Wednesday night. I just have to take it slow and not overdo it; I do not want to even think about wandering around in Los Angeles and the Nevada desert on a friggin' cane, just because I couldn't take it easy in sleepy Victoria.
It was a jangled week last week. But I met my lawyer on Friday, that went well but the proof will be week after next when we go into mediation. Avoided that meeting with my boss until this week. It's just an annoyance anyway; wish she was one of those people I could work around but she likes being in the way, so that's how it is.
Hey, on Friday afternoon the ADM came around handing out Dilly Bars! Ten years in the civil service and I'd never had anything like that happen before. Well, once a boss brought me back a battered eclair from some highfalutin meeting she had been to, but that's about it. On occasion we do get scraps from meetings on our floor.
On Saturday Anne and I went to see Charlie's Angels Full Throttle. It was entirely the noisy, pointless, hyperbolically pop-culture-referential bag of eye candy I thought it would be, and we had a hoot! Later we had lotsa coffee and talk at the Blenz on upper Douglas where Courtney Walls was killed, and then she saw me off at the bus. I went home and started watching "Britannia Hospital", then in checking my e-mail we caught up online, chatting on Yahoo Messenger for four hours. I got to bed at 6 am. It was so much fun; it's great being able to talk to someone who actually listens to what you have to say, and to listen back. I'm a lucky fellow.
Today I am going to write a review of CLASS STRUGGLE, a board game similar to Monopoly, after Aki and I played a match of it (he won as the Capitalists). It's not particularly interesting as a game, especially when there are only two players, but the Marxist hyperbole in the components and rules is funny. I'm writing it for friend John's game review zine Simulacrum and, while this may be of practically no interest to you, it will prove to John that yes, I am on it!
Later: Anne told me that a stupid-looking tattoo we saw between the shoulder blades of an obviously underage girl we saw at the Blenz - a sort of bleeding-heart image with vestigial wings and scrolls around it - was actually a LOGO for a brand of clothing called "Roxy" that sells to teenage girls. There was no apparent swelling for it to be new, and the tattoo colours were too bright for it to be old, so it was probably some kind of temporary job, but it still boggles my mind that someone, even your average trend-following teenager, would willingly pay to have themselves branded with a corporate logo.
[Insert your own rant here, I'm too tired to go off on this one again...]
It was a jangled week last week. But I met my lawyer on Friday, that went well but the proof will be week after next when we go into mediation. Avoided that meeting with my boss until this week. It's just an annoyance anyway; wish she was one of those people I could work around but she likes being in the way, so that's how it is.
Hey, on Friday afternoon the ADM came around handing out Dilly Bars! Ten years in the civil service and I'd never had anything like that happen before. Well, once a boss brought me back a battered eclair from some highfalutin meeting she had been to, but that's about it. On occasion we do get scraps from meetings on our floor.
On Saturday Anne and I went to see Charlie's Angels Full Throttle. It was entirely the noisy, pointless, hyperbolically pop-culture-referential bag of eye candy I thought it would be, and we had a hoot! Later we had lotsa coffee and talk at the Blenz on upper Douglas where Courtney Walls was killed, and then she saw me off at the bus. I went home and started watching "Britannia Hospital", then in checking my e-mail we caught up online, chatting on Yahoo Messenger for four hours. I got to bed at 6 am. It was so much fun; it's great being able to talk to someone who actually listens to what you have to say, and to listen back. I'm a lucky fellow.
Today I am going to write a review of CLASS STRUGGLE, a board game similar to Monopoly, after Aki and I played a match of it (he won as the Capitalists). It's not particularly interesting as a game, especially when there are only two players, but the Marxist hyperbole in the components and rules is funny. I'm writing it for friend John's game review zine Simulacrum and, while this may be of practically no interest to you, it will prove to John that yes, I am on it!
Later: Anne told me that a stupid-looking tattoo we saw between the shoulder blades of an obviously underage girl we saw at the Blenz - a sort of bleeding-heart image with vestigial wings and scrolls around it - was actually a LOGO for a brand of clothing called "Roxy" that sells to teenage girls. There was no apparent swelling for it to be new, and the tattoo colours were too bright for it to be old, so it was probably some kind of temporary job, but it still boggles my mind that someone, even your average trend-following teenager, would willingly pay to have themselves branded with a corporate logo.
[Insert your own rant here, I'm too tired to go off on this one again...]
