surprisingly, the new 3d text thingies in the grey section took about half an hour, and i was preparting myself for the long haul. they're not as smooth as i'd like, but hey ho.
thursday 30th august
in bed by 10.30pm this evening, ready for a long haul although i'm flying nowhere.
wednesday 29th august
okay, folks, get your clapping hands ready. the text swapper is done done done. can i get an amen? check out the grey section for other flash experiments, or go straight to the sentence jumbler here. let me know what you think. am i wasting my time?
on a bit of a surf-around spree this afternoon, i found ooh! this is a nice little site. i think my favourites are 122 and 134.
tuesday 28th august
three things:
one:
oh. my. god. have you seen the photos? how incredibly unattractive do i look? no don't answer that, i know how bad they are. bad. very bad. you're gaining friends, definitely, but with a retouching job like that, well...
two:
nice captions, (worthy of italicising). i especially liked "i, um, don't know." and "salisbury crags, which we did not climb. eh, they were shorter than arthur's seat anyway." fascinating use of 'eh'. overall, 8/10.
three: re: fiction.
i meant it was more like fiction than the term fiction usually suggests. a bit like network seven - "network seven. just like television - only more so!" take fiction, turn the volume up so it rumbles the wndows and you get fiction. concentrated, imaginative, difficult to place. that's where woodpecker kind of sits i think, on it's very peripheral shelf. but tell me - are you supposed to be leigh-cherie? is that why your hair is, like, hair (same rules apply)..?
work again today and i can't believe how much more fun it is when you're slept, refreshed and have energy bars more than half full. you know, i could even do some work feeling this good...
obviously, apart from my scar:
monday 27th august
a bank holiday? after nearly three weeks off? how well did i plan that without knowing about it?
sunday 26th august
undone birthday rejections. tonight i cooked chicken with mozzarella, red onion and sundried tomatoes with green beans, mange tout, and baked potatoes. glass of red wine. lovely.
saturday 25th august
a birthday reject, it seems. sad but true. instead, an evening in with the beetle, lancer and credits. oh, those credits.
friday 24rd august
all right, all right. sheesh. i'm back, okay? a little patience, please. we had a long flight, a long drive and a long time with no sleep. okay, so i've just completed the cyprus diary. plenty happened. go check out the words and the pictures and the accidents.
thursday 9th august - thursday 23rd august
on holiday in cyprus.
wednesday 8th august
i'm sitting in the lounge, bags packed and ready to go. softlad the flatmate is still in bed, steve is here and we're full of anticipation and excitement but are trying to conserve energy for what we know will be a long day. by the end of it i shall be in cyprus. and i've just checked alison's site and now know she's home, safe and with a certain somebody imminent.
i shall be back in two weeks with full updates and diaries.
tuesday 7th august
...so now i even have our next door neighbour washing my clothes...
monday 6th august
the last day of work before we go on holiday. full of the usual guff and panic. urgh.
sunday 5th august
it was a nice conversation. we discussed how much you can tolerate someone sucking your energy in relation to how important they are to you. we catapulted dead cigarettes with the amazing elastic twig whilst barefooted children dropped lumps of concrete in the background. we talked about ages and things that didn't really matter and how return flights go faster than departures which reminded me of this. alison has gone home and i feel like i've lost a friend. which i haven't, i've just gained one. happy landings.
and i ran into my sister. literally!
saturday 4th august
on the way to town for the usual pre-holiday shop (t-shirts, shorts, thin baggy trousers, travel adapters, books, sun cream) i smelt someone behind me. i had my walkman on and he pulled my shoulder, forcing me to stop and talk to him. dropping my left earphone i replied to his question annoyingly with "i haven't got any change on me, mate." he shrugged, i replaced my earphone. it was just at the good bit.
after another evening of random and insightful chat with alison, steve and funkstar (- wow. does everybody have a website or what? -) i was walking home with the same earphones on. i see him coming, he sees the huge 'm' on my t-shirt, opens his mouth slowly and i just plough straight on, saying "i haven't got any change on me mate". i didn't have to smell him, slow down or take my earphone out. slick.
who am i trying to kid?
friday 3rd august
i remember the morning, on the tube in boots and a black tiger t-shirt, expensive hair all messed up: "i'm looking like a rock chic today, aren't i?"
the coolest rock chick i've ever been out with. bounce.
thursday 2nd august
on the way to work this morning i was so tired i couldn't even be bothered to turn the car stereo on. i am of the feeling that today will be a long day. i shall keep you posted.
the day ended with me saying "i'm sucking your tension" to i-can't-believe-you-said-that laughter.
wednesday 1st august
some times people pretend to be who they aren't in order to make them feel different about themselves. why then, out of all people, has my flatmate chosen arnold schwarzennegger?
'as i say in all my films - i'll be back, oh - around 20:00 (i don't say that in my films though). wouldn't look good driving up to the front of a police station (terminator) and letting them know what time i'd be back to smash through the front desk to get to sarah. so let's just say - i'll be back.' is anyone else confused?
me: ah, man, we're going away in like five days and we haven't even got flights booked yet. it's a nightmare
steve: excellent! that's perfect. (giggles)
me: i know, but urgh as well.
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