active_apathy

though not in a particularly me-centric way. I doubt you really needed me to tell you that, though. Talking about my day in a non-me way is fun for me, and I think it tells you more about me than I really could*. I think the less I write about how I think I might be seen and the more I write about things the way I see them, the better I give an impression of me-ness - despite the fact that writing on the Internet is ephemeral in a way best demonstrated by signing my name upon the air in purple ink†. And that's all too many 'I's for one paragraph. They're all staring at meee.

Today was my last bit of bookshopping for a while. I've been to literally every bookshop I could find, including one having its little closing down sale. A really little closing down sale. I, personally, expect that a supermarket will have more food than my kitchen. That a bottle shop may have more alcohol than my cupboard. That a photographic store has more lenses than my camera bag. That a salt mine will have roughly as many minions as me.

There is an Expectation that a bookshop will have more books than you will. This bookshop failed that, unless their floorspace and shelves were being sold along with the stock. This all leads me to believe that the reason they were closing down was that there'd be severe stock shortages if four people wanted something to read, and severe oxygen shortages if they all looked at once.

This, however, is not the point. No, dear readers, it's just a whole paragraph of digression. I bought more books today - Smoke and Mirrors (since I reasoned that short stories are a safe way of appeasing my reading addiction without jeopardising my fiction stocks), Wyrd Sisters (since I still have Sourcery and accidentally read Mort), and A Clash of Kings (because I can't abide an unfinished series, and I haven't abided that one for about five years now).

This, however, was not the only target of my shopping. No, gentle reader, for I was in search of a secondhand Nintendo 64 console to replace the one that my ~~thoroughly trustworthy~~ ex-girlfriend nicked from me and sold to help finance a ticket to England. This creates problems if you have something of a notion to play Zelda; doubly so if you want to try to track down a legal copy of Majora's Mask that you don't have to try to emulate on a chronically under-spec PC.

I also want to make a Froggish Tenors icon, so emulated Ocarina of Time is still on the cards and somewhat less processor-intensive. As an aside, this is probably one of the things I loved most about Nintendo's console-based systems - they could add extra hardware support in the games themselves, before shoving it all through the console itself. I even remember the days when battery-backups and mode 7 scrolling were new, fancy bits of shiny.

Lastly, today's purchasing included things that are rapidly becoming staples - Jaffas and vanilla Coke. Not that there's a problem with that, but it seems that my consumption of sweet things is rapidly increasing. My freezer is home to chocolate ice creams. I have four different kinds of chocolate biscuit. My breakfast cereal (when I have breakfast) is chocolate-flavoured puffed-rice. I like raison toast with cinnamon on. The list runs for pages, really. This leads me to conclude one thing - I have a sweet tooth. Or rather had one, since it's evolved into an entire sweet jaw and is currently threatening to coat the rest of me in icing sugar.

And that's about all that springs to mind for the moment, I think. If there's something else, then I'll probably just spam you with a whole new entry.

*All attempts at writing that paragraph aside, mind you.
†Inasmuch as you can see it if you're watching, but afterwards it makes for a messy puddle on the ground and a sincere wish that you didn't get any on your shoes.