Ze fallen madonna with ze big boobies!
The weekend was quite good, despite wandering through most of it looking like I was about to fall over. My mood's continuing to yo-yo as well, but the last couple of days have had definite plus points, those being things like:
No word yet from the hospital on whatever condition I might or might not have - presumably that will take a few days. On a similar note, one of my grandmother's cats was in hospital on Friday for a thyroid operation, although in his case it may have been exacerbated somewhat by my grandmother taking his medication sometimes and giving him her warfarin instead by mistake. He's apparently doing well though, anyway.
Somebody dressed as a monk handed me a Mon Lisa sliding square-puzzle today at London Bridge, presumably as some kind of promo for the Da Vinci Code movie (I don't know - I've not bothered visiting the website address yet). Christ, have I got to endure days more hype like this until it actually gets released in cinemas? Possibly this is my hatred of Dan Brown leaking out because I'm a 'struggling writer', but the way publicity can just snowball endlessly around certain things for no particular reason...
* Apart from seeing a furry, stuffed Cthulhu doll 'dancing' on a motorised rubber hand, while 'Mama' by Genesis played in the background. That memory will continue to bother me for a long time.
** It seems to be the 2002 restored version. It's amazing really, how accurately Fritz Lang predicted the future; the marching column of grim-faced workers in their underground city looks scarily like the commuters I see every morning emerging from London Bridge. And I'm sure I bumped into the robotic version of 'Maria' once at Synthetic Culture.
- Going to a barbecue at wormburger and cocked_brow's place, where we had an enjoyable time* and caught up with good people both old and new,
- Deciding that to not see Apoptygma Berzerk at the Islington Academy next week would actually be a bit of a false economy and then heading up to Resurrection Records to buy tickets,
- Getting a free DVD of Metropolis** with The Times (I haven't watched that since my A level Film Studies days!) and
- Heaving myself out of bed yesterday morning, dragging my hung-over carcass to my computer and discovering that somebody over in County Antrim's bought one of my pictures on eBay, so out with the brown paper and bubble-wrap!
No word yet from the hospital on whatever condition I might or might not have - presumably that will take a few days. On a similar note, one of my grandmother's cats was in hospital on Friday for a thyroid operation, although in his case it may have been exacerbated somewhat by my grandmother taking his medication sometimes and giving him her warfarin instead by mistake. He's apparently doing well though, anyway.
Somebody dressed as a monk handed me a Mon Lisa sliding square-puzzle today at London Bridge, presumably as some kind of promo for the Da Vinci Code movie (I don't know - I've not bothered visiting the website address yet). Christ, have I got to endure days more hype like this until it actually gets released in cinemas? Possibly this is my hatred of Dan Brown leaking out because I'm a 'struggling writer', but the way publicity can just snowball endlessly around certain things for no particular reason...
* Apart from seeing a furry, stuffed Cthulhu doll 'dancing' on a motorised rubber hand, while 'Mama' by Genesis played in the background. That memory will continue to bother me for a long time.
** It seems to be the 2002 restored version. It's amazing really, how accurately Fritz Lang predicted the future; the marching column of grim-faced workers in their underground city looks scarily like the commuters I see every morning emerging from London Bridge. And I'm sure I bumped into the robotic version of 'Maria' once at Synthetic Culture.