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Weekend Musings
Apr. 30th, 2004 03:00 pm(yeah, so this is a little late... week got busy)
Fridays when i'm going out of town are always amusing. To start with, since I don't drive, it's always the train or a bus. I generally prefer the train, since the bus I take leaves at 2AM and means I don't sleep much.
Usually I'm pretty good about making sure I keep entertained, but apparently I want to sabotage my distractions unconsciously - I haven't been interested in reading recently - it took a lot of control not to wander away from Oryx and Crake, and that was a good book. I forgot my jacket, which had my GBA and my glasses in it...
So I decided to save myself _some_ pain, at least, and went and bought myself a spare battery for my laptop. It's not charged, though, so I'm sitting here plugged into the wall at the train station.
This entry's friends only so Dad doesn't find out I'm coming up - He doesn't know about the party for his 50th.
... Now it's Sunday, and I'm coming back to this entry I never posted. Dad didn't know about the party, it's true. We damn near killed him, he was so surprised. He loved it. I spent a healthy part of the day and the party sleeping off the nagging headache (no, let's revise that. I spent the part of the day before the party trying to relax (good god, I'm so tense these days - and for no reason I can fathom), and after the party got too noisy, I had to sleep off too much gin - I have determined that Sapphire Bombay Gin is evil - doesn't taste as strong as it is.
But I climbed out to rejoin the party and kibitz, and it was good. Was terrified that I just about held my own in a conversation about contemporary Magic strategies (just about because I can't always remember the card names), chatted a lot about recent events and people tried to understand what it was that I was doing for work.
Conversation at one point drifted to my Uncle Tristan and his recent demise, and Dad remarked that had he known, he'd have brought down the copy of Tris's autobiographical stories he was going to mail me. I got it this morning - he drove out of BFE North Bay to take me to breakfast and to the train station, bless him.
I spent a lot of time playing Go in my head in a feeble attempt to chase out the song I had stuck there - something off the Kill Bill soundtrack (describing which song it was might give away plot, and I'd hate to do that). The books I acquired, between them, have given me a basis for go tactics, which is what I needed. Now I just need to actually practice, preferably with a human as interested as I am.
My Go board arrives either end of this week or beginning of next.
All in all, I think this weekend unconstipated my head a bit - some time for me to relieve headspace and relax. The train's slow as usual, but I can't complain about that; at least I get time to think.
Fridays when i'm going out of town are always amusing. To start with, since I don't drive, it's always the train or a bus. I generally prefer the train, since the bus I take leaves at 2AM and means I don't sleep much.
Usually I'm pretty good about making sure I keep entertained, but apparently I want to sabotage my distractions unconsciously - I haven't been interested in reading recently - it took a lot of control not to wander away from Oryx and Crake, and that was a good book. I forgot my jacket, which had my GBA and my glasses in it...
So I decided to save myself _some_ pain, at least, and went and bought myself a spare battery for my laptop. It's not charged, though, so I'm sitting here plugged into the wall at the train station.
This entry's friends only so Dad doesn't find out I'm coming up - He doesn't know about the party for his 50th.
... Now it's Sunday, and I'm coming back to this entry I never posted. Dad didn't know about the party, it's true. We damn near killed him, he was so surprised. He loved it. I spent a healthy part of the day and the party sleeping off the nagging headache (no, let's revise that. I spent the part of the day before the party trying to relax (good god, I'm so tense these days - and for no reason I can fathom), and after the party got too noisy, I had to sleep off too much gin - I have determined that Sapphire Bombay Gin is evil - doesn't taste as strong as it is.
But I climbed out to rejoin the party and kibitz, and it was good. Was terrified that I just about held my own in a conversation about contemporary Magic strategies (just about because I can't always remember the card names), chatted a lot about recent events and people tried to understand what it was that I was doing for work.
Conversation at one point drifted to my Uncle Tristan and his recent demise, and Dad remarked that had he known, he'd have brought down the copy of Tris's autobiographical stories he was going to mail me. I got it this morning - he drove out of BFE North Bay to take me to breakfast and to the train station, bless him.
I spent a lot of time playing Go in my head in a feeble attempt to chase out the song I had stuck there - something off the Kill Bill soundtrack (describing which song it was might give away plot, and I'd hate to do that). The books I acquired, between them, have given me a basis for go tactics, which is what I needed. Now I just need to actually practice, preferably with a human as interested as I am.
My Go board arrives either end of this week or beginning of next.
All in all, I think this weekend unconstipated my head a bit - some time for me to relieve headspace and relax. The train's slow as usual, but I can't complain about that; at least I get time to think.
