Memo from under the floorboards
I really dislike feeling stupid. It feels like a continual sliding window of not-opportunity that means I think things like "I'll get around to that when I can think a bit better and give it my full attention." Which means not much word-progress and I need to read someone's recent output but I'd like an hour where I could at least keep my eyes open long enough to give it good value.
On the other hand, 'The Jennifer Morgue' is really rather good. If somewhat messily confusing in places. Perhaps I should not read while half asleep.
The point of this is to write down the sentence 'You aren't going to be handed that window of opportunity, so you're going to have to carve it out of your life yourself.' so that I understand it properly.
Jayzus. It'll be to-do lists next.
Illustration of the depths of my thickness no.1: http://www.martin-woodhouse.co.uk/index.html
I felt sure I'd dumped this on LJ at some point so I wouldn't have to spend yet another half hour fiddling about with Gurgle and my clearly broken brain. You may guess exactly what has transpired between the time of posting the original and this update...
I swear.
On the other hand, the Python works, the migraine's gone, pater's new PC works (probably. Modulo an ancient install of Eudora and late-model XP security modes failing to get on entirely. It's remarkable how unconducive to getting things mended someone else's space can be.) and I don't look a complete cock in that tweed jacket.
And. And.
The Supersuckers, as pointed at by one of Richard or Aaron, are playing in Bristol next month. The 14th from (probably bad, given the rest of this post) memory. Might be a laugh, especially if they play the Jackalope thing.
On the other hand, 'The Jennifer Morgue' is really rather good. If somewhat messily confusing in places. Perhaps I should not read while half asleep.
The point of this is to write down the sentence 'You aren't going to be handed that window of opportunity, so you're going to have to carve it out of your life yourself.' so that I understand it properly.
Jayzus. It'll be to-do lists next.
Illustration of the depths of my thickness no.1: http://www.martin-woodhouse.co.uk/index.html
I felt sure I'd dumped this on LJ at some point so I wouldn't have to spend yet another half hour fiddling about with Gurgle and my clearly broken brain. You may guess exactly what has transpired between the time of posting the original and this update...
I swear.
On the other hand, the Python works, the migraine's gone, pater's new PC works (probably. Modulo an ancient install of Eudora and late-model XP security modes failing to get on entirely. It's remarkable how unconducive to getting things mended someone else's space can be.) and I don't look a complete cock in that tweed jacket.
And. And.
The Supersuckers, as pointed at by one of Richard or Aaron, are playing in Bristol next month. The 14th from (probably bad, given the rest of this post) memory. Might be a laugh, especially if they play the Jackalope thing.