Today, I'm going to start with something that's rather important to me.
I am very obsessive about being clean. So, of course, filthy people irk me greatly. Personal hygiene isn't that terribly expensive or difficult, so I'm continually amazed that I'm cleaner, better-smelling and more presentable when I get out of bed than some people are when they decide to toddle out for their day. Of course, part of this may be that people who are unclean and smell bad make me physically ill.
Oh! See the sidebar? I thought I'd see if such a system works for tangential comments. If it's irksome, tell me, and I'll see if there's some other way to make it work. I rather like the idea of being able to send random thoughts off into their own little box, so I can talk about them without losing the plot in the actual entry.
And, almost on the topic of randomness, I happened to see what called itself a "BBQ calendar" on sale in a newsagency. The title caught my notice, and I found myself formulating a little plot. I've half a mind to collect reader contributions and then make an OMGWTFBBQ calendar for next year. And possibly utilise the evil powers of cafepress or such. Thoughts?
Shopping also brought about the tragic realisation that, while I'm quite tall, I seem to be fairly well invisible to parents shoving kids about (or, for that matter, old people with trollies). It seems like those four-wheeled engines of destruction that New Parents push about are designed with homing devices that seek out the tallest folk they can find to hit. It's unpleasant, occasionally painful, and typically results in Irate Parents who decide that I obviously have no right to be walking along and merrily minding my own business.
Furthermore, on the subject of annoying people, there seems to be an odd tendency amongst menfolk as encountered in an arcade; something which I find to be no end of amusement and an occasional source of irritation. I like pinball machines; these generally go uncontested, and those interested in them seem to not mind sharing. I like some racing games. These prompt menfolk to feel somewhat threatened, and to spend money trying to win, and to feel rather shamed if they don't. I'm also fairly partial to that font of electronic crack that is Dance Dance Revolution.
And see the sneaky left-hand sidebar? This is to test to see if one side is better than another for people, or to see if I can use both. And because I feel like it, too. Probably mostly because I feel like it, now I come to think of it. Relax, I'm not going to go to the silly extreme of CSS/HTML pullquotes.
Oh! And I bought a new pen for a fun little $AU13. It's a cheap-ish fountain pen with a selection of special little ink cartridges and an instructional booklet. Cheap, in this instance, is good - when I get to be reasonably proficient in its use (and non-phobic about breaking it), then I'll buy myself a decent one. And my writing will be all pretty-like. And it may even help me figure out how to write things with my tablet, which would be all kinds of lovely fun.
I am very obsessive about being clean. So, of course, filthy people irk me greatly. Personal hygiene isn't that terribly expensive or difficult, so I'm continually amazed that I'm cleaner, better-smelling and more presentable when I get out of bed than some people are when they decide to toddle out for their day. Of course, part of this may be that people who are unclean and smell bad make me physically ill.
Intense orange-y smells make it feel like my teeth are all full of orange pulp, which is another reason why I don't like orange juice and generally don't munch on citrus fruits. The other reason is that oranges make my head hurt more than usual.
Other things do it, too. Most notable are butchers' shops, McDonalds (both the place and the 'food'), some cigarette smoke and mice not kept in a clean, non-smelly environment. So, maybe it's just me and some odd side effect of my insistence upon being clean.Oh! See the sidebar? I thought I'd see if such a system works for tangential comments. If it's irksome, tell me, and I'll see if there's some other way to make it work. I rather like the idea of being able to send random thoughts off into their own little box, so I can talk about them without losing the plot in the actual entry.
And, almost on the topic of randomness, I happened to see what called itself a "BBQ calendar" on sale in a newsagency. The title caught my notice, and I found myself formulating a little plot. I've half a mind to collect reader contributions and then make an OMGWTFBBQ calendar for next year. And possibly utilise the evil powers of cafepress or such. Thoughts?
Shopping also brought about the tragic realisation that, while I'm quite tall, I seem to be fairly well invisible to parents shoving kids about (or, for that matter, old people with trollies). It seems like those four-wheeled engines of destruction that New Parents push about are designed with homing devices that seek out the tallest folk they can find to hit. It's unpleasant, occasionally painful, and typically results in Irate Parents who decide that I obviously have no right to be walking along and merrily minding my own business.
Furthermore, on the subject of annoying people, there seems to be an odd tendency amongst menfolk as encountered in an arcade; something which I find to be no end of amusement and an occasional source of irritation. I like pinball machines; these generally go uncontested, and those interested in them seem to not mind sharing. I like some racing games. These prompt menfolk to feel somewhat threatened, and to spend money trying to win, and to feel rather shamed if they don't. I'm also fairly partial to that font of electronic crack that is Dance Dance Revolution.
Some defy these trends; occasionally, one will even talk, as though he's realised that yes, we do play games. And make geeky game references, too.
...
Red valkyrie is about to die.
This prompts rare specimens of menfolk to try to be all impressive, something that's doomed to failure from the start as far as I'm concerned. Especially when it's fairly well-known that this particular individual spent weeks practising on a dancemat at home merely to try to accumulate scandalously young fangirls, and will spend hours (and a small fortune) if anyone dares to get a high score on his precious, precious machine....
Red valkyrie is about to die.
And see the sneaky left-hand sidebar? This is to test to see if one side is better than another for people, or to see if I can use both. And because I feel like it, too. Probably mostly because I feel like it, now I come to think of it. Relax, I'm not going to go to the silly extreme of CSS/HTML pullquotes.
Oh! And I bought a new pen for a fun little $AU13. It's a cheap-ish fountain pen with a selection of special little ink cartridges and an instructional booklet. Cheap, in this instance, is good - when I get to be reasonably proficient in its use (and non-phobic about breaking it), then I'll buy myself a decent one. And my writing will be all pretty-like. And it may even help me figure out how to write things with my tablet, which would be all kinds of lovely fun.
