A post in which I say things I usually reserve for Livejournal. I’ve been fairly poorly recently. Nothing disastrous, but niggly. I’ve had a rotten cold since last week and it found the time to migrate into some throat-swelling energy-sapping bastard virus that took me out of work the last two days. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth ever going back to work when all I have upon my return is emails like this (actual email):
“YQA are getting intergrated into the TSC, MCPA is picked up on HMO and I am speaking with OSS regards Netcool monitoring set up for YQA connectivity.”
Interpreting that newspeak horror is well beyond my capability. It’s an exclusive language of idiosyncratic acronyms, only understood by the few that make up the in-group. I don’t know what any of that email means. It’s like Business Ebonics.
Last night, someone requested they be added to my MSN list. This never happens without it being arranged in advance. I’m not much of an MSN whore, I don’t go to forums and messageboards and share my address around so it’s really rather rare for me to see unsolicited contact. In fact, I fully expected it to be some kind of mad advertising sex-bot hell bent on inviting me to view their H0T SEX C@M.
This morning, the MSNer messaged me. It turns out she liked my blog and just wanted to chat. She is a charming South African who used to live in London and not a sex-bot at all. We chatted for a while and it was quite heartening. Her nascent blog has a flashback to this song, which was really good for the first couple of plays before overplay turned it into the radio equivalent of having sharpened pencils stuck into your ears. At least that’s how it was in 1999 when I was driving around America in a whole other lifetime; I did once find it inspiring. My MSNer picks out the line, “Do one thing everyday that scares you“.
That was the last photo I have left to upload to Flickr. My upload folder is empty, mostly due to a combination of illness and an apathy-driven lack of inspiration. This weekend I intend to spend some quality time with me and some photons. If I can come out of it with five photos good enough to upload then I’ll be perfectly happy. I think the Tate Modern’s new slide-based turbine room exhibition is on my list, despite being an exhibit already photographed to death in its first week. God knows what after that, though. Something to do that’s free, or cheaper.
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