Well, so much for the job. A long and boring process starts once I get the official letter from the ACC next week, and there's a chance of redeployment still (although no-one has any idea how big the pool actually is, and reports are ugly), but 90 days after that letter, if there's no alternative found for me I'm out.

Bugger.

It's "can't", not "won't". I'm taking a combination of different medication for my hypertension, and as such I am reliably informed that imbibing alcohol will cause my liver to detonate like a low-yield nuclear warhead. Or something like that ( Read more... )

Let's set the clocks running, people...


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Laptop, phone, Nokia PC Suite, internet on a train without resorting to anything other than a full-size keyboard.

I like living in the future.

Seriously? Seriously?!

Fuck me.

purplepooka is probably having an apoplexy right now. I know I almost am.

Dear Person Who Plumbed In Our Dishwasher ( Read more... )

Oi, Becky:

I don't think you ever made it to Zul'Aman, so you won't have met Harrison Jones, adventurer extraordinaire, who meets a bit of a sticky end at the hands of some trolls when you open the gates.

Well, he shows up alive and kicking (although in a cage) in Grizzly Hills, in a troll crypt. You rescue him. There is a giant snake ( Read more... )

If this doesn't make sense to you, fair enough; you can simply pass over the enormous magnitude of this event.

For those that do get it: with a mere four days to spare, I am finally Jeroen, Hand of A'dal.

Regardless of why I have people on my Friends lists, I know I can count on some similarities between all you wonderful folks.


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Rikk asked me once to revel in things, even just songs, that made me think, "Yes, the world is good."

A couple of years ago, the Arcade Fire did a gig at Portchester Hall in London. They went out the front-of-house steps past the crowd on the way out. This is what they did in the lobby.