mmm, the rice is back on form proper. Grand today. Sooooo, what have I been up to then? didn't doa lot last night, just went home, but I was a little angry after a dull day that I was breaking up with my own little project when my lead artist suggests I look for images of fucking skyscrapers for a background that doesn't need to be done for about 3 weeks and that I can't really do until i have some geometry to reference to ensure I get the right perspective. Pissed me right off it did. A fucking monkey could type in 'skyscraper' to an image site and rake through the thousands of images and download decent ones. Well, that's what the work experience girl is for surely? (just joking. Well, I'm not really). I think I got more angry than I usually would about it because I have been so bored of late and I started a little project, that would help improve certain skills of mine, only to have it taken away from me in favour of clicking 'next' on a web page a couple of thousand times.
There was more cat shagging outside my bedroom window last night. While reading this morning I heard a cat fight unfolding outside the lounge window. I peered through the blinds to see the lovely smooth ginger cat (leo) form next door faced with a large black and white long haired cat, who was facing me. The black and white cat looked up at me and I gave him an evil glare which frightened him a bit. As I went outside a couple of minutes later Leo was sat triumphant beneath my window, the other cat nowhere to be seen. I wasn't sure if he knew about my contribution to his fight victory but he did look my way as I said hello. The leaf blowers were out in force down the road. They were working in tandem to blow them in to piles. It looked very cool. How they could resist blowing a huge mound in to your co workers face, I don't know. Would be too tempting. I really want a go on a leafblower, especially at this time of year. Same old walk to Waitrose for dinner. A ginger man stared at me for ages when walking in the other direction, it was rather uncomfortable, until he detected my discomfort and stopped. The shop was rammed and the basket queue was full of pensioners with reduced price items where they have to peel of the sticker, scan it, then input the reduced price meaning it takes fucking ages to do a basketload. I opt to dive in to a trolley queue, it took a while but as I walked out I checked the basket queue and it was only down to the two people in front of me in the queue previously. Good choice Graeme. In the shop I saw a girl who always used to catch my bus when I lived down a different part of beckenham. Funny how you remember people from buses like that. She always had that 'hairdresser' look about her, she's lost a bit of weight, still has shit dress sense though. What are those shit womens trousers called, that come down to just below the knees? She was always in those things, or a big puffy skirt, and neither did her any favours. Ahh, the old 352 people, the young lassy off to work who gets stuck with someone, who is obviously her mams friend who she doesnt really want to talk to, every day. You could see the relief when the woman got off at beckenham high street. They rarely had anything to talk about. The lad who would always be asleep, morning and evening, on one of the back seats with his head slumped on the window. He always seemed to wake not long before his stop, has he ever missed it? the two college kids who seem to be good friends but the lad clearly fancies the girl. The curious looking sultry woman who turned out to a doctor at Farnborough hospital when she saw me in A&E. The fat wheezing jolly woman at west wickham.
Read some more of my consciousness book, got on to one of the fellas who proposed that consciousness is entwined with the quantum realm. I like their theory, it's nice and also interesting. I just don't buy the functionalist type argument.
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