February 16th, 2004

greetings, SG1:feretti

Coming down and still sleepless

I'm so tired of London that I could vomit. I know, I know. "Tired of London, tired of life" Samuel Johnson can kiss my arse.

I was supposed to spend three days in San Francisco but ended up staying for only one and a half, because once I had seen the fabulous cofax7 I was done. San Francisco was particularly beautiful last week, the weather gorgeous, the mood cheerful, but as soon as I left the airport I found that my lovely holiday buzz had vanished -- as had its sequel, the post-holiday mellow -- and all that was left was the intense desire to get home.

I want it to be three weeks ago, if it's all the same to you, thankyouverymuch, because then I was in Alice Springs and the best was yet to come.

Compulsively listening to Powderfinger is not helping.

And tomorrow, work! Huzzah etc. (that was sarcastic, by the way)

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All hail to the magnificent grifyn, one of whose entries I read while I was on vacation and it made me laugh so hard that I wept in public (it was the short one featuring the stupid question and the wonderful country music reply)

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I read six books while on holiday. Brief reviews:

The Straw Men Michael Marshall
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PLANE, SF-SYDNEY + bits of holiday
Longitudes and Attitudes, Thomas L. Friedman
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Rosalind Franklin: Dark Lady of DNA, Brenda Maddox
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Dances With Wolves, Michael Blake
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Born 1900, Hunter Davies.
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Spares, Michael Marshall Smith (see above)
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I see I was listed by the blog_project briefly but I didn't make it to the next round. I feel so worthless … Cast out by Blog Idol for banging on and on about my holidays. Oh the pain! The rejection! The weird way the soles of my feet are peeling in patches! (I know that's nothing to do with the subject at hand but it's really puzzling)

It's just as well, I suppose. I fear the ensuing compulsive over-sharing of personal information.

The compulsive over-sharing of utter bollocks … not so much.

Seriously though -- Blog Idol. Wouldn't that be a bad crack gleefest?

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And now, stolen from whoknowswhere on friends friends, a musical meme, with added Shakira for the person I know who will be amused by that (and no, I'm not wearing any)

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