At the hairdresser today:
“… they had some great green-coloured drinks,” says the hair dresser-lady
“Yeah, they taste really good,” say I, halfway through a hair cut.
“I didn’t have one though… no good for the bub,”
“Oh, you’re pregnant?”
Temperature of the the room drops many, many degrees.
“Haha,” I try to save with a nervous laugh, “I’m as blind as a bat without my glasses on…”
Um yeah don’t mind the ramble below.
One part of the Kinokuniya story I didn’t mention was buying the first volume of MegaTokyo, a web-comic that’s broken out into paper. There’s always an element of satisfaction to be had by reading in hand as opposed to on the screen, and I suppose that’s why I preferred to pick up the paper form, as opposed to reading online – I knew it’d make me like it more. It’s totally backwards from an economic perspective, since I was putting down cash for something untested, but some days you just feel like jumping.
Now a week later I’ve finished reading through all eight hundred and thirty something comics… oh dear.
It’s a manga, basically, and I’ve read it at exactly the same pace I did some of my favourite manga (Bleach, Love Hina, Kare Kano… list goes on -_-). It’s Love Hina with gamers & l33tsp34k. It’s almost devillishly designed to hit exactly that spot with the nerds and otaku of society that makes you go all gooey inside. I suppose it’s a good thing I’m up to the latest, in a way, since I won’t spend my brain-fade moments at work reading it (as opposed to reading tech-like sites which look less time-wasting). It’s a bad thing in that now I don’t have any buffer and the pace will now be throttled back to what everyone else is reading at.
It’s a good thing in that I’ve found some renewal of faith in good writing. The drawing is good – not brilliant, some odd moments – but the writing is excellent. Or rather it is getting better as it goes – the plot is starting to get more complex, the characters are beginning to get more depth, and things are getting far closer to what you might call sanity, or perhaps consistency. It’s still a nuts-to-reality story, but it’s consistent. It’s slow like hell, but consistent.
It’s also reminded me that I need to go back and edit my NaNoWriMo effort, and perhaps actually get to some more story writing. I’ve only had 2 fiction peices since Pushing the Sky started, and while I can blame that to some extent on work, it’s really lacking by my personal measures. So hopefully I’ll make the effort and ramp up to writing one story a week. There’s no better way to work on something than pushing a schedule. Keep an eye out =)
Star Wars Character or Web 2.0 company? My score was 33, but I’m sure any reasonably advanced Star Wars-Web geek would be able to get higher.
Kottke and Dooce are at SXSW – and we finally get to hear them! – It’s a blogger thing. (direct link to podcast 29 MB MP3)
So I decide to check out the Top Gear site for tickets to the show – we had a “luncheon” today about going to London – and I see “a waiting list of one to two years”… ;_;
She walks down the street, head bent into her favourite book. She’s reading this for the fifth time, this year. Her feet know the way to work, moving automatically to her destination, a desk some stories up in a glass tower. Even if she knows exactly how this chapter ends, every time she reads it her heart soars, and rides a rollercoaster. She knows that if she finishes this chapter off, she’ll smile nearly all day today. When I first saw her, she was wearing pinstripes, and that’s what she’s wearing today. Every little thing makes her happier, and there’s nothing better than that.
I know this because she tells me, that night when we’re on the bed watching TV. She reaches up and brushes a lock of hair out of my face, smiles at me and cuddles up to sleep. I smile, and turn off the TV. This is happiness.
Witt & Wisdom on how it is to get glasses, and to get rid of them: I can hardly remember when I first got my glasses (I was about 5), but I remember I hated them for years. Still, every time I get a fresh new pair the world is renewed for me once more.
A few things I thought of over the weekend:
– There are 793 billionaires in the world. So if we take into account the mafioso and the drug barons who wouldn’t be on that list, let’s say there was a round figure of roughly a 1000. That’s… 0.0000166..7% of the world’s population. One billionaire per 6 million people, give or take. I want to be in that “club”. Seriously. That’s a bloody exclusive club. Millionaire doesn’t mean anything any more, dammit.
– I guess I’m a fairly regular airplane traveller now. Security check etc are practically automatic, as is checking in and everything. I remember the days when I’d go in with a nervous grin, but now it’s far more standard – I’m almost frustrated now at the people who don’t fly regularly and take their damn sweet time getting on and everything. I’m still astounded every time they get all those tonnes off the ground, though – I’m just waiting for them one day to charge down the runway, slow down half way and go “No, sorry people, we were just kidding. You didn’t seriously believe we’d get this monstrosity in the air did you?”
– Oh My God the Cricket – Australia score 434, sit back and wait for the inevitable win. South Africa, however, are reading their own script… and score 438 with a ball and a wicket to spare. Cue disbelief. Want replay, highlights.
I’ll be in Melbourne over the weekend, so chances are no posting. If you want to meet up, give me a buzz.
Also, WordPress upgraded to 2.0.2. Let me know if anything goes funny, though it probably shouldn’t.
Dada’s Pimped out MP3 shoes: a) it’s going to break records for the most stolen sneaker ever, and b) what the hell?