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( Mar. 7th, 2000 11:56 am)
Hair. Bastard stuff. My hair is curly - tangly might be a better word it, and just beyond shoulder length when wet. When I haven't combed/conditioned it for a bit, it forms a dense, impenetrable mass. I spent half an hour last night hacking through the worst tangles with a hairbrush, and trying not to scream as my scalp went at leaving with the tangles. Ugh. And already, I can feel another knot developing back there, and that's after I brushed it this morning.

Anyway. Still out. Coughing, just, and still unwell feeling. Should be good to go back tomorrow, for what it's worth. Have played more Civ. Not sure why I bother - it's evident that I'm going to be crushed, bug fashion, in the late game, but I'm taking a vindictive pleasure in stomping on the Chinese.

Speaking of Chinese, I've been reading, in off moments, a Chinese cookery book. I like cookery books, although they make me want to have a real kitchen. I'm not quite sure what a real kitchen is, although it may involved the twin miracles of having every possible foostuff within arm's reach and never having to wash up. However, with some judicious shopping, the kitchen here can be made semi-real. It's a pity I can never quite harness these urges properly.

Not just one, but two copies of Dragonhave arrived, and I fully intend to sit down and read them cover to cover. I spent a lot of yesterday evening, while Nina translated Latin, in reading stuff on There's good, discursive stuff there.

I'm approaching a zen state of contentment at the minute. I have no money, but I have money coming in soon, and this means we won't starve. I spent a while starving in college, and have no intention of repeating the experience. So for the minute I can do nothing, but am content to just be.

I'm also planning stuff for Other Dublin. I plan to have it much less intensive, and much less work needed than on Angwels. The main channel of output will be the mailing list rather than the website, I think, the website serving more as a nice interface to an archive than anything else. This cuts down on the need to put everything in HTML - all I need to do is look down through incoming stories, and forward them to the list. This is good. If I get really lazy and really clever, I might even hook up a mail-to-web program that will take in a story by mail, and store it on the website. That'd be nice.

I'm eating instant Pasta Napolitana from a black bowl. It looks good. It tastes pretty good, too. The smell reminds me exactly, though, of the smell of oxtail soup from National School. My school had a kettle, which would be ritually boiled every day at lunchtime from October through March, and tea or instant soup or Bovril made. Nobody drank coffee back then. I usually had chicken or vegetable soup, usually, to go with the egg sandwiches that I ate every school day for eight years. I still like egg sandwiches, although I've gone off oxtail soup.

We really need some more non-stick pans. The saucepans we have are stainless steel, and while they're good, stuff does stick to them. I'd prefer good old cast-iron pots from a cooking point of view, but they're bastardsto clean, even if they're enamelled.

And we do need a new frying pan. That one is falling apart now. There's an old cast iron one at homehome, which gets sandblasted or something every few months, and has lasted for centuries, it seems. Certainly, the same pan - different handle - is the one my mother taight me to fry eggs in. Eggs in enough grease that you could flip it up onto the topside, so the yolk became this pink blister. I must look up her recipe for fish pie, too.

After I finish eating, I'm going to make myself some coffee - unusual enough at home, cos it requires more thinking than tea - and read those magazines. Comfort. Good.
gothwalk: (Default)
( Mar. 5th, 2000 12:00 pm)
[archive entry; from diaryland]

It's sunny outside, and even though I'm sure it's chilly out there, I'd like to be there. But I have a cold, third or fourth this winter, and so I'm stuck inside. I've been tinkering with HTML for these pages and for my own, and answering some old email, and deleting more.

There's also a bizarre routing thing preventing me from getting directly to dogma, unless I go via magmom in London. Most odd. I'm starting to like ssh more than telnet - it seems cleaner or something.

I'd love to know WHY I've gotten so many colds this year. Used to be I got one, if that, every winter. I blame the central heating, cos that's the main difference between here and homehome - we have it here.

I'm listening to the Apoptygma Berzerk CD that Dee won last night, and will go on to the sampler I won in a bit. The Dominion Crew weren't too impressed with the sampler, so I'm leaving that 'til last. Welcome to Earthis cool, though.

I wrote the first section of the first story for Other Dublinthis morning, and I might write the next if I'm bored. This series features a spooky kid, literally, called Leery. I want to develop the technomage concpet too, before anyone else gets thier hands on it.

I want a new 'puter game. I finished Torment a few days ago, and could, I suppose, play again. And I do have a demo of Age of Wonders, which I haven't defeated yet, and I have yet to even start on Brood Wars. Civ just doesn't cut it... anyone who wants to take me on in an email game of CTP, drop me a line, please :) But yeah, I want Neverwinter Nights, like now.

Ah well. Brood Wars will do.


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