Mar. 31st, 2019 11:06 am
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My least favourite day of the year, when me and the sun are late for everything and everything disintegrates into a jumble of temporal confusion.
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Tomorrow, our small choir (12 singers) will be performing in a church. Cut for whining )
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The most annoying thing about my bad eyes, I feel, is that they are making me stupid. cut for whining )

And? Feeling stupid makes me afraid, and, well, then the whole "leads to the Dark Side of the Force" sequence. And they don't even have cookies.


Jul. 9th, 2018 09:18 am
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mad_freddy triggered me to register for stadtradeln.de this year.
One day after I registered, their web site failed. According to Gwydion, it works just fine if you use the app.

Rational me says, "SNAFU"

Paranoid whiny me says "If you do not have a smart phone, you are obviously not part of their target group", and goes on to rant about preaching inclusion and doing exclusion. (Yeah, I know, even - especially - the poor and the elderly can't live without their smartphones these days. How else would you talk to the grandkids or know when your shift starts tomorrow? Only, I, having no grandkids and a traditional paying job, can live with out a smart phone... and without political action for better cycling infrastructue, actually.)

Paranoid whiny me should shut up now.

It's Monday morning. Hopefully they will fix the website some time today. Or tomorrow. You never know with software.
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The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.
-- Anatole France

The law also expects that any one running a web page or a blog should confirm to the same strict regulations that we all wish that google, twitter, facebook and the rest should confirm to.Cut for whiny )

In case you didn't notice, I am seriously annoyed with the whole business. Some billion-dollar-companies undermine democratic discourse, and everyone is encouraged to simply stop talking if not protected through a billion-dollar-company.

And the worst thing? This data protection law is not just well-intentioned, but urgently necessary, and might be as good as it gets. *headdesks*

“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”
-- H.L. Mencken.


May. 1st, 2018 08:48 pm
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I'm so tired this spring that all the jokes about if have worn out. I sleep seven hours at night, and when I get home from work I'm too tired to look straight and sleep two more. I lie in until 10 on weekends and feel that I need a nap after lunch. I don't know what's going on. This time of year, I should get along just fine with 6.5 hours. Maybe I'm getting not enough exposure to the sun, because, bicyle troubles...

Anyway, today. The public pool opened, and admission on this day is traditionally free. I had planned to be there first thing in the morning, then go to a May Day event which started at 10.

Hrmp. As if. I got out of bed at half past ten, and it took me two more hours (witting on the sofa with a blanket and two cats, and hot tea) to get warm enough for going to the pool to become thinkable. Well, at least I went *then*.

Still: Not funny.
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OK, so 2016 hates everyone, but Saturday it felt that it had to let me know that it is not below getting personal.

In other words, ouch. Cut for ouch and TMI )I have sworn off any attempts at sports (except walking) until New Year's Day. No use tempting fate.

This year, I will throw a New Year's Eve party, and get some very loud fireworks to scare the evil spirits away. I feel that it's needed.

Sunday, Ceridwen, Gwydion, R___ and I were having our yearly cookie bake-a-thon at R___'s place. J__, a friend of Ceridwen's, had come, to, and we were talking so much that now have more burned cookies than usual. But we still have a lot of very fine and perfectly edible cookies. My mood could have been better, though. I have become so cranky and volatile that I'm scaring myself. And really, WTF is going on in my head when I'm getting a tantrum over some shortcrust breaking? Priorites much?

Oh well. Blame it on 2016, too.
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And likely to be for the next week, too, because while mornings are fine, afternoons are still quite bad, and sitting at a desk (or at the piano) for more than one hour feels as if beavers are gnawing at my ankle from the inside. At least the swelling is kind-of down (only 1.5 cm more around than the other ankle, down from 3), I can walk without a stick (most of the day), and the sock-sized bruise is down to pale yellow and a few purple blotches. I am very annoyed that this is taking so long and argueing vainly with nature.

I went to the pool yesterday, that was kind-of OK, but with very weak legwork I could do only 750 metres, and it took me 35 minutes. However, it was nice and cool. (Ankle *hates* heat. No socks, no bedcovers, no warm water, no massage, or the beavers will wake and go to work.)

I made plans for the library/piano room. Maybe I can get up from the sofa today and make some pictures of the table, and offer it up on ebay. It's the wrong table for that room, because it's a living room (or dining room) table, it seats four to six and can be used as a desk if needed, but it is not the right size or shape for a library or guest room.


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