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It's not paranoia if...
Dec. 3rd, 2008 07:51 pmIn recent times I have, occasionally, begun to view my life as proof of the existence of God.
In much the same way as Job's was.
Only without the happy ending.
I only wish that this proof would cause the interfering bastard to vanish in a puff of logic, a la Douglas Adam's Babel Fish theorem.
* * *
I have also managed to prove, yet again, that signing up to write a fic to a certain deadline is an absolute, sure-fire, solid guarantee that something will happen to prevent me doing so: work giving me the equivalent of an ass-fucking without benefit of reach-around; contracting a viral infection that leads me to feel euthanasia would be both a valid and a humane option; bloody computer problems again; terminal malaise; all of the above plus general apocalypse.
You know - the usual.
Also, I'm having existential doubt about the 'Tremors' re-write. It's kind of finished but I can't see the point in it anymore.
* * *
The things you learn from new technology, eh? I have been playing with him-indoors new digital camera - including self portrait settings - and have learnt:
- That slight widening of the eyes thing I do? The one that's meant to indicate 'Yes, I'm listening and it's fascinating. Do go on'?
It makes me look like a nut-job. A nut-job of Charlie Manson/Jim Jones/David Icke proportions and I must never, ever do it again. Ever. (And no, I'm not posting a visual)
- OMFG, I have approximately five million chins and am seriously tempted to spend the rest of my life with my jumper pulled up to my nose, like Wilfred out of the Bash Street Kids.
- Mr oddegg looks quite like Daniel Craig, especially now I've seen pics of Danny boy with a beard. Imagine an Italian Daniel Craig with dark, curly hair. And, IMHO, a nicer bum. (And no, you don't get a visual of that either)
In much the same way as Job's was.
Only without the happy ending.
I only wish that this proof would cause the interfering bastard to vanish in a puff of logic, a la Douglas Adam's Babel Fish theorem.
* * *
I have also managed to prove, yet again, that signing up to write a fic to a certain deadline is an absolute, sure-fire, solid guarantee that something will happen to prevent me doing so: work giving me the equivalent of an ass-fucking without benefit of reach-around; contracting a viral infection that leads me to feel euthanasia would be both a valid and a humane option; bloody computer problems again; terminal malaise; all of the above plus general apocalypse.
You know - the usual.
Also, I'm having existential doubt about the 'Tremors' re-write. It's kind of finished but I can't see the point in it anymore.
* * *
The things you learn from new technology, eh? I have been playing with him-indoors new digital camera - including self portrait settings - and have learnt:
- That slight widening of the eyes thing I do? The one that's meant to indicate 'Yes, I'm listening and it's fascinating. Do go on'?
It makes me look like a nut-job. A nut-job of Charlie Manson/Jim Jones/David Icke proportions and I must never, ever do it again. Ever. (And no, I'm not posting a visual)
- OMFG, I have approximately five million chins and am seriously tempted to spend the rest of my life with my jumper pulled up to my nose, like Wilfred out of the Bash Street Kids.
- Mr oddegg looks quite like Daniel Craig, especially now I've seen pics of Danny boy with a beard. Imagine an Italian Daniel Craig with dark, curly hair. And, IMHO, a nicer bum. (And no, you don't get a visual of that either)
