another funny mood
Tuesday, March 1st, 2005 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamaranthLike several people on my F-list, I'm in a funny mood today.
Agency keeps ringing up with 'yes, but ...' and 'client says ...' and 'could you start ...' and so on. I can't settle to anything else 'til this is sorted (it's too frustrating to start writing -- I have a short story, first Proper SF in years, that is coagulating in my brain -- only to be interrupted by calls I can't ignore). But it does look as though I'll have a short-term job, working with geeky Soviet software. Yay for paid employment. Wherever, and whenever, it is. Yay.
Had a hilarious trip to IKEA (via Hadleigh Castle) with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladymoonray yesterday. Many amusing anecdotes if only I could be bothered (includes locked carparks, closed restaurants, 'it came off in my hand', and complete inability to navigate any road junction at all -- this last aided and abetted by the Highways Agency). Purchased fish-in-a-tube, three different sorts -- cod roe with dill, creamed salmon, and cheese-with-shrimp -- yay! (Though gastro-highlight was raw and wriggling herring in the restaurant.) Just like Scandinavia, but closer, and no asynje. Anyway, now I have a desk chair -- Sole Purpose of Visit -- in cheerful camo print, and it hasn't fallen apart yet even though I put it together myself.
Can anyone explain to me how self-heating facial products work? I am not a chemist, and I find it fascinating that I can plaster smelly gunk onto wet skin and then feel it getting warmer. Also works on non-skin, such as bathroom tiles (though my tiles don't have Problem Skin). The website spouts the usual obfuscations ("a special mineral clay", gosh, really?) but tells me little.
I'm going to Cyprus for a week, next week. Yay again. Are there any especially pertinent novels I might have to hand, ready to read on the beach?
The phone hasn't rung ...
Agency keeps ringing up with 'yes, but ...' and 'client says ...' and 'could you start ...' and so on. I can't settle to anything else 'til this is sorted (it's too frustrating to start writing -- I have a short story, first Proper SF in years, that is coagulating in my brain -- only to be interrupted by calls I can't ignore). But it does look as though I'll have a short-term job, working with geeky Soviet software. Yay for paid employment. Wherever, and whenever, it is. Yay.
Had a hilarious trip to IKEA (via Hadleigh Castle) with
ladymoonray yesterday. Many amusing anecdotes if only I could be bothered (includes locked carparks, closed restaurants, 'it came off in my hand', and complete inability to navigate any road junction at all -- this last aided and abetted by the Highways Agency). Purchased fish-in-a-tube, three different sorts -- cod roe with dill, creamed salmon, and cheese-with-shrimp -- yay! (Though gastro-highlight was raw asynje. Anyway, now I have a desk chair -- Sole Purpose of Visit -- in cheerful camo print, and it hasn't fallen apart yet even though I put it together myself.Can anyone explain to me how self-heating facial products work? I am not a chemist, and I find it fascinating that I can plaster smelly gunk onto wet skin and then feel it getting warmer. Also works on non-skin, such as bathroom tiles (though my tiles don't have Problem Skin). The website spouts the usual obfuscations ("a special mineral clay", gosh, really?) but tells me little.
I'm going to Cyprus for a week, next week. Yay again. Are there any especially pertinent novels I might have to hand, ready to read on the beach?
The phone hasn't rung ...
