I should have had my final* filling this morning, but my dentist cancelled on me, ill. This is the 2nd out of 3 appointments total where he’s done this, and the other one I fear he was drunk / hungover. I’m a bit wary of my dentist.

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It has been a week of endings. I have FINALLY finished Phoenix Wright 2, hurrah! Edgeworth remains totty, Franziska remains irritating, a busty dead woman in a child’s clothes / body remains Quite Wrong. What next? Shall I attempt to catch up to p_dan_tic in Hotel Dusk? Or train my brain a bit? Or even let p_dan_tic have his console back? Decisions!

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Also finished: Leaving Dirty Jersey by James Salant (thank you barrysarll ). A true account of descent into crystal meth addiction and the accompanying filthy lifestyle. I’m in 2 minds about this book. My thinking mind doesn’t find it desperately engaging, and a lot of the time I’ve been thinking ‘so what?’, but occasionally, as was the case this morning, I have managed to de-tune my brain to a Sunday-afternoon-way-home-from-Friday state of being, and all the crazy decisions suddenly make sense and are reasonable, and *I’m* losing track of time and what day it is and what’s real, so perhaps the book is doing exactly what it should do.

My major gripe would be a lack of description of what it actually feels like when doing meth. Everything else sounds so sordid, there has to be a payback. What is it? It only makes me more curious, which is Very Dangerous. Actually, there is a fabulous** description of an overdose, which had me thinking ‘oooh that sounds intriguing, must try it someday’ before catching the thought and slapping myself hard in the face.

I don’t think I should ever try crystal meth. Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t. This book has not changed my mind. I (mentally) walk a dangerous tightrope of complete hedonist*** (More, more, more! Must try EVERYTHING! New experience? Yes! Please!) and extreme control freak**** which mostly keeps me in check. Well, there’s a whole range of checks and balances, but it mainly works. Perhaps I’ll not mess with it.

Next book on the list: Naked Lunch. I feel like tackling it again. Last time I tried I couldn’t really get into it properly. Time to give it another go…

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Last night, return to the Book Club at the Albany. Pretty quiet numbers wise, but fun. Accidental drinking of too much wine***** and being seated at the front means I get to be martylog’s autocue. Try very hard not to sing along in a karaoke style. This is hard when a shewho is on stage and there is music. Sorry! Phil Jeays sensibly turns down my offer of repeat word carrying, and uses a music stand, boo. I like the Phil Jeays band, but I’m more’n happy just to see them live occasionally, rather than listen to stuff at home. I also like Tom Bell and his mate Ed’s (?) sketch. Jo Neary reads old diaries. Man, if only I could find my diary. I called it Christian. Guess why! I like Natalie Haynes. I like Dan Trap. I like Chris Neill. I like Robin Ince. WHY WON’T HE READ FROM THE CRAZY BEATLES LADY BOOK THE BIG TEASE? Ahem. Peter Buckley Hill weirds me out with bottom obsessing. I have forgotten to tell braisedbywolves why he scared me before. What else was there? I dunno. Wine. I had a lovely evening.

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Oh, and I’ve got a daemon too. It would appear to be a mouse. A mouse!! I ask you. Anyway, under the cut you can click and see if you agree with the outcome or not. Change me into a ferret or a cockroach, who knows!










* For the moment
** ‘Fabulous’? Bad choice of word. Probably.
*** Thanks mum…
**** Thanks dad…
***** Yeah, yeah, I know. Had a duck egg on toast as emergency feel better breakfast. Found 1/3 a bottle of wine in my bag. Err, hurrah for screwtops?

Q: If your friendslist jumped off a cliff, would you follow?

( A: Yes, probably. Have a dinosaur with a walking stick. )

Proof that the South is less evolved than the rest of London.

Dream News
The dreaming subconscious is brilliant, isn’t it? Last night, my brain realised I was sprawled across the bed in an unusual spread-eagled fashion, and that I’d wake up all stiff and sore. Instead of calmly moving / waking me, it sent me a dream in which I was an Asian male* and going parachuting. However, my ‘chute failed to open, and I sped towards the earth** and smashed into it, landing in a (you’ve guessed it) bizarrely spread-eagled fashion - exactly the same as I was actually lying in. People tried to move my legs, but they were stuck and painful. And thus I woke up, and curled into my typical foetal sleeping pose, before nodding off again.

Woke up again as D came home***, only to drift off into a dream about watching Drugstore live, with Thom Yorke playing guitar and not singing (??) to El Presidente. Dream only notable for Isabelle Drugstore looking not like herself but my friend TM’s mother, and a lot of crowd walk-outs, causing a Thom Yorke rant, and a sensible audience heckle.

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Diary News
Last night, an early repast of strange tapas creatures (the cheese based things are best. Cheese, posh ham and quince jelly ftw!) and a chat with green_badger****. Home in time for ER, how reasonable! Anyway ER, bleak bleak bleak. Although if you overload ALL the main characters with the bleak***** like that it detracts from every single storyline you peons. Cuh.

PW2 News
On the way home I discovered that the prime time to play Phoenix Wright is whilst on a train or a Victoria Line tube to Walthamstow, after at least half a bottle of wine. I’m not sure if it’s because of these journeys being particularly conducive to gameplay, whether I’ve just coincidentally just got to a bunch of dialogue each time and am not really *doing* anything, whether wine increases my clever reasoning, or, most likely, whether being a teeny bit inebriated makes me as stupid as stupid Phoenix Wright. Edgeworth is still hot, despite my theory that makes him the super bad guy. Almost finished too.

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Gig News
Feist is playing tonight. I wish I’d known about this earlier. Still, Herman Dune tomorrow!

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Internet Sheep News
I’ve had a myspace for years (easily findable and obvious by the Dorothy Gale themed photo) and not really done anything with it apart from add random comedians from time to time. Is there really any point in me getting a facebook? What does it do?

Here is a quiz all about me, me, me. Have a go! See what you know!








* Extraneous detail I suppose, but it meant I looked like a grown up version of Neil something-or-other who was in my class at junior school. Not so extraneous now?
** More extraneous detail. A sandy beach. It looked Cornish…
*** Rather late and very drunk!
**** Dammnit B, you were obviously right. April Whitby started in 1997, Bowlie / ATP started in 1999, I think my first was 2000. Ah well, still *my* heart lies with post-rock first!
***** And one for luck – BLEAK!

( Looking for Love? Looking for a Visa? Why don’t you email my <s>great chum</s> spam correspondent Alena… )

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( And here’s a random OK Cupid stupid test that says I’m chocolate and rather sweet. In fact, it appears to suggest I’m 50% sweet and 25% evil, which means I am 25% something else. What characteristic shall I ascribe to that 25%, hmm? In the coding, however, it claims 62% sweet and 36% evil. Still not adding up, there. In other bad maths news, it would also appear that I am 99% sweeter than anyone else who’s taken it, and 99% more evil. OK Cupid is rubbish, isn’t it? )

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Stuff On My Cat is clearly the best site to look at on a miserable morning. Or ever really. Sheer wonderfulness.

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It’s my Grandad-in-Cornwall’s funeral today. I’m not there, obviously. I still can’t find ANY of my childhood photos anywhere in the flat. This is distressing, seeing as I obviously can’t rely on my actual memories……

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I was going to say ”Lets all play an anonymous game thing” as I have very little to do today, but I’m not sure I can be bothered. Still, if you want to, go ahead!



*Also because this journal has been a bit TMI of late (although you’ve all been ridiculously interested) and I wanted to counteract that….

Over the last few days I have noticed a quite a few PMT-esque posts from various places. And got a little bit curious, thinking maybe everyone was getting all synch-ey via the internet. This amused me. So here is a Bad Science Poll to kind of find out. Please do not be filling it in maliciously. I'm genuinely intrigued.

( maybe i should cut this for tmi? i dunno! )
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Also! Bonus meme nonsense because my_name_is_anna answered this for me:

Leave a comment here and I'll:

1) Tell you why I friended you
2) Associate you with a song/movie
3) Tell a random fact about you
4) Tell a first memory about you
5) Associate you with an animal/fruit
6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you
7) In retort, you CAN IF YOU LIKE spead this disease in your LJ (dont bother if you have already)

Don't be surprised if all the answers feature gin.

oh lord, i forgot people actually reply when there's a meme a foot. i'll get around to it. but can tell you 1)will usually be 'cos you friended me first' and 5) always ends up 'a cat'!

Who else is love?

pseudomonas me scripsit anno 2005

good choice of icons mr script, good choice!