I have just been ejected from Bristol Eye Hospital.
Apparently there's nothing wrong with my eyes. I just have thick corneas, which threw off the measurements. Much as I [heart] the NHS, it does lead a chap to wonder why it took, um, three years before someone went 'Hm. Hold on a minute. We'll just measure the thickness of your corneas with this handy laser...'
Thus I have been looking at things while filled with a strange and terrible joy; artics filled with Calor bottles, pubs re-cast as 'private gentlemen's establishments', the cobbles underneath the concrete in the street throwing off a century of 'progress'... Perhaps these are not joyful things for others? Who can say.
It didn't hurt that the sun was bright and it's jolly warm out. I'm going to be a mithering suicidal nightmare come the rainy season.
(And yes, I did get in the 'do not look into laser with remaining eye' joke.)
Otherwise, I was in receipt of
a packet of zines from the splendid
jinxremoving, who is made of epic and win. (And who I have sort-of-known since the days of running the Chaos engine webshite on the Inepte swervers.) Truly the internet is a force for good when in the hands of sensible people. Now if we could just arrange for a series of terrible accidents to befall the Daily Mail server farm...
What with the previously mentioned linkage, it's been a DIY/punk rock sort of a day. Excellent.
Minamoto is a shit cracker.Via the cracked and trained
andrewducker I feel the need for beer and modern jazz.