![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zotzSince Thursday I Have Mostly . . . not been working, I suppose.
It was the last day of the month, of course, so I was making at least a token effort to get some work done. As it happens, I only got six in in March, but as the apparently-resolved lab issues stopped anyone else in the team getting more than three, I suppose I don't look too bad. A couple of the longstanding ones I wanted to polish off are being even more resistant than I'd expected, but there's a little progress even there.
Thursday night I stayed in, I think. Or did I go out? It can be so hard to remember. Friday I went into London and met up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrph. He said he'd be by a bagel stand in Euston station, and yes, there he was. Happily plugged into a coinop web box. Sad geek the man is. I'm proud to say that I've never used one of those, and no I'm not on the web after midnight with one computer in front of me and another half stripped down beside me on the floor, thank you. As if I ever would.
A quick trip to Resurrection yielded two tickets for the Chaos Engine album non-launch, about three CDs for Morph and a solitary Coil album for me. I wasn't feeling very inspired. After that, a quick trip to the Dev uncoveredfuzzygoth and Mark, so of course out of sheer unfettered politeness we joined them for a swift half-jar. Or three.
The Wasp Factory bash was good. Apparentlyrattler was there, but I didn't notice him. Doubtless he was horribly offended by my rudeness, but at least he's been tactful enough not to mention it first. I'm with his review of it mostly, but I did leave a comment about Dust and how annoyed I was. I should add that I don't like their version of White Rabbit either. Or, in fact, any version I've heard other than the Damned's. Nasty worthless song. Bloody hippies.
I had to leave there a bit early to catch the last train, so I got back to Cambridge in time to be up again by about nine. I went to the Galloway and Porter warehouse sale, which I've mentioned before, and escaped only moderately encumbered (seventeen). Afternoon was the pub, and more Morph. In theory, othe rpeope were going to be there, but for a while it was just him, me, and Darth Stoo, who was in town to see his erstwhile band Rome Burns play with new guitarist Nevla. This was why Morph was around too, of course. A few others eventually turned up and in due course we all ended up at the Boat Race in time to miss the first band almost entirely. From what little I remember they weren't too bad. After a short period Rome Burns played, and were highly fun. I think some of the rockers were a little bemused (and probably unimpressed), but you can't please everybody. A lot of my friends left afetr that, but I hung around to see the last band, who were retro on stilts. Thier flyer (which I saw later) said they were stoogetastic, and they did indeed sound like they were from about 1970. They weren't savage or primitive enough to remind me of even late period Stooges, but they weren't bad either. A little bit psychedelic, and very capable. The decision to stay until the end was the right one.
When I got back, I checked my mail and heard the news, thought "bugger it there goes any chance of a sane weekend", and went to bed. Actually, by Sunday things were fairly sober. Most of the TV channels were operating as normal and the unfortunate but unsurprising demise of QE the QM (GB'E) was the lead item on the news, but not the only item. A great improvement, I thought. There have been a couple of interesting articles in the papers, of course, about the future of the monarchy. One was commenting about the tendency of republicans currently to lay off the individuals, as it's not the way the job's being done we don't like. A good summary, I thought. It made me think about Mikey DUST again, and his feeble (though thankfully brief) christian-baiting on Friday night. Where outside Arkansas is it big and clever to have a go at Christianity per se? Brian Souter? Yup, fair target. Ian Paisley? Obvious, and an easy target, but I suppose so. The idea of religion itself? Well, it used to be. About 1870 or so, anyway.
So I didn't go out for most of Sunday, but hung around reading, doing a little bit of tidying, fiddling with stuff and listening to Magnetic Fields albums (Get Lost, particularly). I got a call late on reminding me to go round to the house ofeviltwinemma and grahamb to watch Ring, which is a thoroughly creepy film that I entirely recommend. I mentioned this at work on Tuesday, and my boss proceeded to do her impression of the villain. A bit unexpected. Monday was much the same, but without the film.
Tuesday, of course, was a) back to work, and b) The Calling. Work was fairly relaxing. The new office is settling in OK. For the last few days it's been quite warm, so we're beginning to see how much of a greenhouse it's going to be come the summer. Happily the health and safety people have decided to let us open the windows after all (they wouldn't give us a key before), so it won't be as bad as it might. I was worried that we'd be in a room without air conditioning, because it had windows . . . which were permanently locked. The radio reception's terrible, though, because of the building's steel frame. We tend to rely on Heath Robinson antenna arrays made of metal sticky tape (yes, we use the stuff to seal culture boxes) attached to the window glass.
The Calling went well. We seem to have had a touch over 100 in, which is good for the new venue, and a few old regulars were along that I haven't seen since the Q club. The bush telegraph is still working, it seems. I didn't have a set this time, although Sarah - new co-organiser and regular DJ - did, along with Richard and Dave Olethros from Dublin. I hung around all evening chatting to folk, which was just fine. Loki gave me an interesting version of Auslander, which I've listened to a couple of times and is very good. The vocals are very distinct, which is always nice in a piece of blatant agit-pop.
I got back at about half-two, so I was a little tired today. Well worthwhile, though.
It was the last day of the month, of course, so I was making at least a token effort to get some work done. As it happens, I only got six in in March, but as the apparently-resolved lab issues stopped anyone else in the team getting more than three, I suppose I don't look too bad. A couple of the longstanding ones I wanted to polish off are being even more resistant than I'd expected, but there's a little progress even there.
Thursday night I stayed in, I think. Or did I go out? It can be so hard to remember. Friday I went into London and met up with
mrph. He said he'd be by a bagel stand in Euston station, and yes, there he was. Happily plugged into a coinop web box. Sad geek the man is. I'm proud to say that I've never used one of those, and no I'm not on the web after midnight with one computer in front of me and another half stripped down beside me on the floor, thank you. As if I ever would.A quick trip to Resurrection yielded two tickets for the Chaos Engine album non-launch, about three CDs for Morph and a solitary Coil album for me. I wasn't feeling very inspired. After that, a quick trip to the Dev uncovered
fuzzygoth and Mark, so of course out of sheer unfettered politeness we joined them for a swift half-jar. Or three.The Wasp Factory bash was good. Apparently
rattler was there, but I didn't notice him. Doubtless he was horribly offended by my rudeness, but at least he's been tactful enough not to mention it first. I'm with his review of it mostly, but I did leave a comment about Dust and how annoyed I was. I should add that I don't like their version of White Rabbit either. Or, in fact, any version I've heard other than the Damned's. Nasty worthless song. Bloody hippies.I had to leave there a bit early to catch the last train, so I got back to Cambridge in time to be up again by about nine. I went to the Galloway and Porter warehouse sale, which I've mentioned before, and escaped only moderately encumbered (seventeen). Afternoon was the pub, and more Morph. In theory, othe rpeope were going to be there, but for a while it was just him, me, and Darth Stoo, who was in town to see his erstwhile band Rome Burns play with new guitarist Nevla. This was why Morph was around too, of course. A few others eventually turned up and in due course we all ended up at the Boat Race in time to miss the first band almost entirely. From what little I remember they weren't too bad. After a short period Rome Burns played, and were highly fun. I think some of the rockers were a little bemused (and probably unimpressed), but you can't please everybody. A lot of my friends left afetr that, but I hung around to see the last band, who were retro on stilts. Thier flyer (which I saw later) said they were stoogetastic, and they did indeed sound like they were from about 1970. They weren't savage or primitive enough to remind me of even late period Stooges, but they weren't bad either. A little bit psychedelic, and very capable. The decision to stay until the end was the right one.
When I got back, I checked my mail and heard the news, thought "bugger it there goes any chance of a sane weekend", and went to bed. Actually, by Sunday things were fairly sober. Most of the TV channels were operating as normal and the unfortunate but unsurprising demise of QE the QM (GB'E) was the lead item on the news, but not the only item. A great improvement, I thought. There have been a couple of interesting articles in the papers, of course, about the future of the monarchy. One was commenting about the tendency of republicans currently to lay off the individuals, as it's not the way the job's being done we don't like. A good summary, I thought. It made me think about Mikey DUST again, and his feeble (though thankfully brief) christian-baiting on Friday night. Where outside Arkansas is it big and clever to have a go at Christianity per se? Brian Souter? Yup, fair target. Ian Paisley? Obvious, and an easy target, but I suppose so. The idea of religion itself? Well, it used to be. About 1870 or so, anyway.
So I didn't go out for most of Sunday, but hung around reading, doing a little bit of tidying, fiddling with stuff and listening to Magnetic Fields albums (Get Lost, particularly). I got a call late on reminding me to go round to the house of
eviltwinemma and grahamb to watch Ring, which is a thoroughly creepy film that I entirely recommend. I mentioned this at work on Tuesday, and my boss proceeded to do her impression of the villain. A bit unexpected. Monday was much the same, but without the film.Tuesday, of course, was a) back to work, and b) The Calling. Work was fairly relaxing. The new office is settling in OK. For the last few days it's been quite warm, so we're beginning to see how much of a greenhouse it's going to be come the summer. Happily the health and safety people have decided to let us open the windows after all (they wouldn't give us a key before), so it won't be as bad as it might. I was worried that we'd be in a room without air conditioning, because it had windows . . . which were permanently locked. The radio reception's terrible, though, because of the building's steel frame. We tend to rely on Heath Robinson antenna arrays made of metal sticky tape (yes, we use the stuff to seal culture boxes) attached to the window glass.
The Calling went well. We seem to have had a touch over 100 in, which is good for the new venue, and a few old regulars were along that I haven't seen since the Q club. The bush telegraph is still working, it seems. I didn't have a set this time, although Sarah - new co-organiser and regular DJ - did, along with Richard and Dave Olethros from Dublin. I hung around all evening chatting to folk, which was just fine. Loki gave me an interesting version of Auslander, which I've listened to a couple of times and is very good. The vocals are very distinct, which is always nice in a piece of blatant agit-pop.
I got back at about half-two, so I was a little tired today. Well worthwhile, though.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2002-04-04 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-04-04 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-04-04 01:13 am (UTC)G&P book sale
Date: 2002-04-04 02:54 am (UTC)