Just babbling, don’t listen
Still in the office.
70 minutes to go till telephone conference. Nothing to do except wasting the remaining time. Read a short sad piece of fiction yesterday where the ticking of the clock is like a countdown of someone’s life - and appreciate that I don’t have a clicking clock in my office.
Background noise: the German version of the ‘Widow for One Year’ audio book. Last summer I listened to various bits and pieces of it every day walking to work or walking back to my tiny room.
Did extensive searches on you tube for House MD vids. Did searches for episode-based fic (rather difficult; rather disappointing result).
I can’t remember being pulled into a series like this ever since the first airing of Starsky & Hutch. And the good thing is - the people in my lab LOVE House MD, too. I don’t have to hide that I want to be at home Tuesdays at 9 - they know. They’re at home, too ;-)
The people in our lab and office team are too young to know Starsky & Hutch and they give me odd glances about Highlander: The Series. But they smile and nod and start talking when it comes to House MD.
60 minutes to go.
Boss said he’s confident it’ll be over in about 30 minutes and I asked what he’s dreaming of at night. One of the two other con participants is a guy from Düsseldorf - what can you expect? (No pun intended, I know there’s at least one out there from Ddorf who’s different; I’m still able to distinguish. But he’s definitely the worst Ddorf cliché come to life. He wears golden chain-bracelets, he hoarsely whispers sweet nothings into the lower end of his mobile in the first row, while somebody about 1.5 meters away is trying to give lecture -and oh, he should have better listened- and he annoyed me more than once on the telephone and then told me we should find a way to talk ‘more differentiated’ to each other. WTF?)
Anyway, there’s always hope - maybe -for once- boss is right.
50 minutes to go.
Next week four days out of office. Two nights in hotels in different cities. Not looking forward to it.
Can’t take House fanfic to the day program (because I’m physically unable to read Arial5; and the size that I prefer enables everybody else to read from a distance along with me ;-)
Can’t take my writing stuff (of course I will, but more than a scribbled sentence here and there won’t be possible. Not that I’d feel the pressure of a lot of words pushing their way out of me).
40 minutes to go.
Fave House vids so far:
- Huntress The man I love
- DAASGRRL Brokeback Hospital
-
And because of the funny coincidence that I told somebody about the song and THEN found there’s a House vid using it:
- sexy-severus Er gehört zu mir
30 minutes to go.
I still have other fave vids apart from House MD (hardly believable, but true):
Highlander Amberlee One for the road
Brokeback Mountain Bowie28 Far away
The Four Feathers Donna777 You raise me up
25 minutes to go.
Gotta start putting stuff together for the teleCon and go down to boss’s (that looks weird!) office.
Started a new book this morning: Salt Water by C. Simmons. I obviously bought it 2nd hand, because it has a dedication “For my beloved friend Ute, Claudia.”
First sentence:
“In the summer of 1963, I fell in love and my father drowned.”
Why can’t I come up with a first sentence like this?
70 minutes to go till telephone conference. Nothing to do except wasting the remaining time. Read a short sad piece of fiction yesterday where the ticking of the clock is like a countdown of someone’s life - and appreciate that I don’t have a clicking clock in my office.
Background noise: the German version of the ‘Widow for One Year’ audio book. Last summer I listened to various bits and pieces of it every day walking to work or walking back to my tiny room.
Did extensive searches on you tube for House MD vids. Did searches for episode-based fic (rather difficult; rather disappointing result).
I can’t remember being pulled into a series like this ever since the first airing of Starsky & Hutch. And the good thing is - the people in my lab LOVE House MD, too. I don’t have to hide that I want to be at home Tuesdays at 9 - they know. They’re at home, too ;-)
The people in our lab and office team are too young to know Starsky & Hutch and they give me odd glances about Highlander: The Series. But they smile and nod and start talking when it comes to House MD.
60 minutes to go.
Boss said he’s confident it’ll be over in about 30 minutes and I asked what he’s dreaming of at night. One of the two other con participants is a guy from Düsseldorf - what can you expect? (No pun intended, I know there’s at least one out there from Ddorf who’s different; I’m still able to distinguish. But he’s definitely the worst Ddorf cliché come to life. He wears golden chain-bracelets, he hoarsely whispers sweet nothings into the lower end of his mobile in the first row, while somebody about 1.5 meters away is trying to give lecture -and oh, he should have better listened- and he annoyed me more than once on the telephone and then told me we should find a way to talk ‘more differentiated’ to each other. WTF?)
Anyway, there’s always hope - maybe -for once- boss is right.
50 minutes to go.
Next week four days out of office. Two nights in hotels in different cities. Not looking forward to it.
Can’t take House fanfic to the day program (because I’m physically unable to read Arial5; and the size that I prefer enables everybody else to read from a distance along with me ;-)
Can’t take my writing stuff (of course I will, but more than a scribbled sentence here and there won’t be possible. Not that I’d feel the pressure of a lot of words pushing their way out of me).
40 minutes to go.
Fave House vids so far:
- Huntress The man I love
- DAASGRRL Brokeback Hospital
-
And because of the funny coincidence that I told somebody about the song and THEN found there’s a House vid using it:
- sexy-severus Er gehört zu mir
30 minutes to go.
I still have other fave vids apart from House MD (hardly believable, but true):
Highlander Amberlee One for the road
Brokeback Mountain Bowie28 Far away
The Four Feathers Donna777 You raise me up
25 minutes to go.
Gotta start putting stuff together for the teleCon and go down to boss’s (that looks weird!) office.
Started a new book this morning: Salt Water by C. Simmons. I obviously bought it 2nd hand, because it has a dedication “For my beloved friend Ute, Claudia.”
First sentence:
“In the summer of 1963, I fell in love and my father drowned.”
Why can’t I come up with a first sentence like this?