variously social
My wretched, wretched subconscious is trying to tell me something again. Last night it once more presented me with the image of the Bastard Ex-Boyfriend From Hell in my grandparents' garden, at a wedding. This time I wasn't actually marrying him, praise the gods and little fishes, but was making my way across the garden towards him with the fixed purpose of speaking to him (something I've deliberately avoided for about eight years) and achieving some kind of reconciliation. In the League of Really Bad Ideas this is nowhere near up there with actually marrying the bastard, but it's still a Really Bad Idea. Come on, subconscious, give over! I have no idea what you're trying to get at. Yours, confused.
The much-feared Viking Feast took place yesterday, but fortunately turned out to be a pleasantly informal sort of braai affair, refreshingly free from political incident other than a bracing private half-hour of gossip and hate anger speech with wolverine_nun. I am developing a theory of Political Circumnavigation, which entails ignoring, avoiding or carefully removing oneself from the vicinity of political issues. Sticking one's head in the sand is also a valid technique. Or quietly lopping the heads off transgressors.
Now off to the ballet courtesy of khoi_boi's nice wife. Since I have a particularly epic instance of pounding headache this morning and am even more doped to the gills than usual on painkillers, I feel I am in absolutely the ideal space to sit gazing blankly at all the pretty moving figures.
The much-feared Viking Feast took place yesterday, but fortunately turned out to be a pleasantly informal sort of braai affair, refreshingly free from political incident other than a bracing private half-hour of gossip and hate anger speech with wolverine_nun. I am developing a theory of Political Circumnavigation, which entails ignoring, avoiding or carefully removing oneself from the vicinity of political issues. Sticking one's head in the sand is also a valid technique. Or quietly lopping the heads off transgressors.
Now off to the ballet courtesy of khoi_boi's nice wife. Since I have a particularly epic instance of pounding headache this morning and am even more doped to the gills than usual on painkillers, I feel I am in absolutely the ideal space to sit gazing blankly at all the pretty moving figures.