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Monday, 22 March 2004
Space Telly arrived. I'm tired again. All this TV is bad for a person, I'm sure. But not so bad that I'm going to stop, like. I think I should just, well, give it a rest. Maybe I won't switch the TV on at all tonight. Okay, not back on after The Simpsons, anyway. Yeah, that sounds fair. Doesn't it? No more!
Woah. I've had TV for less than two weeks and already I'm talking like a determined smack addict going into rehab.
Woah. I've had TV for less than two weeks and already I'm talking like a determined smack addict going into rehab.
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Friday, 19 March 2004
I scribbled this in my notepad last night. Don't know why, exactly, it's not useful, but it is accurate. This was me, last night.
"It's a fine evening on the Northern Line. I alight at Warren Street and push through the late-night crowds I have followed from Leicester Square. Most of them are foreign - I pick French, mostly, from the clamouring air about me. I smile, feeling like I could be anywhere. The black and white tiles at this station make me think of the Metro and I realise - Underground, we can be anywhere. Moorgate feels American, like New York, and for now Warren Street is France. I'm connected. Down on the Victoria Line platform, a breeze picks at my hair. After the swelter of the passages, it lifts my already lofty spirits higher. Paris on a spring night. London. Home. The train is here. Off we go."
"It's a fine evening on the Northern Line. I alight at Warren Street and push through the late-night crowds I have followed from Leicester Square. Most of them are foreign - I pick French, mostly, from the clamouring air about me. I smile, feeling like I could be anywhere. The black and white tiles at this station make me think of the Metro and I realise - Underground, we can be anywhere. Moorgate feels American, like New York, and for now Warren Street is France. I'm connected. Down on the Victoria Line platform, a breeze picks at my hair. After the swelter of the passages, it lifts my already lofty spirits higher. Paris on a spring night. London. Home. The train is here. Off we go."
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Wednesday, 10 March 2004
The world is crazy! Snow! Then no snow! Then snow again. My train was cancelled this morning, and the Victoria line was broken. The driver said over the intercom "I apologise for the more overcrowded than usual overcrowding.." which made me forgive them a bit for not having platform announcements.
Anyway, real news. I got home, well, we got home on Tuesday, and there was a box waiting. I say I, because she knew it was there already, and grrr argh! But not. Because it was a box containing happy. It was a box with 23 widescreen inches of pleasure. A TV. Oh, and what a lovely, lovely, shiny, thin, flat TV it is, too. And! And! Sky! On the 20th, Mr Sky is coming over to kill us and eat our puppies. Sorry, install Space Telly. Auto-response, used to work for OnDigital, nevermind.
So, in summary, I'm taking a day off tomorrow. I'll probably spend most of it re-honing my Tekken 3 skillz, or watching Futurama, or or.. wow, there's a lot of stuff to do. TV! How cool is that?
Also, lights are up now. There are 2 broken shades (one only a sixth of the entirety, one half of it). But that's ok, these things happen and I'm confident things will sort themselves out somehow, things usually do. Easy for me to say. Anyway, the kitchen (mostly finished!) looks surprisingly extra-slinky with its new light-sources.
Farewell for today. I have your chickens, losers!
Anyway, real news. I got home, well, we got home on Tuesday, and there was a box waiting. I say I, because she knew it was there already, and grrr argh! But not. Because it was a box containing happy. It was a box with 23 widescreen inches of pleasure. A TV. Oh, and what a lovely, lovely, shiny, thin, flat TV it is, too. And! And! Sky! On the 20th, Mr Sky is coming over to kill us and eat our puppies. Sorry, install Space Telly. Auto-response, used to work for OnDigital, nevermind.
So, in summary, I'm taking a day off tomorrow. I'll probably spend most of it re-honing my Tekken 3 skillz, or watching Futurama, or or.. wow, there's a lot of stuff to do. TV! How cool is that?
Also, lights are up now. There are 2 broken shades (one only a sixth of the entirety, one half of it). But that's ok, these things happen and I'm confident things will sort themselves out somehow, things usually do. Easy for me to say. Anyway, the kitchen (mostly finished!) looks surprisingly extra-slinky with its new light-sources.
Farewell for today. I have your chickens, losers!
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Monday, 8 March 2004
Today, no-one died.
Sunshine. You have to love sunshine. If you don't love sunshine, you're probably me as a teenager, affecting to love the rain sooo much more. Which, let's be honest, I didn't really. Because sunshine just makes you happy, doesn't it? It's like free prozac.
Agh! Man in long leather trenchcoat! Good god, when will people learn? Heh, saw someone in one of those in Maplins yesterday, actually, looking at computer components. And a book about how to build a robot. Dude! Do you ever want to get laid? I mean, in this life?
Anyway, will you look at the time?
[runs away while you're looking at the clock]
Sunshine. You have to love sunshine. If you don't love sunshine, you're probably me as a teenager, affecting to love the rain sooo much more. Which, let's be honest, I didn't really. Because sunshine just makes you happy, doesn't it? It's like free prozac.
Agh! Man in long leather trenchcoat! Good god, when will people learn? Heh, saw someone in one of those in Maplins yesterday, actually, looking at computer components. And a book about how to build a robot. Dude! Do you ever want to get laid? I mean, in this life?
Anyway, will you look at the time?
[runs away while you're looking at the clock]
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