Observing the Alien Landing Pod, by C Whewell
Last week the forces on high were good enough to bless those of us that reside on this funny little rock called Grayte Brrr with one last week of sunshine, before the season the Welsh call Hydref kicked in proper, and for that I thank them. It was a lovely send off, and whilst I did spend most of it sat on a chair staring at a pair of glowing monitors, I did get outside a little, and I loved every second of it. The dark is creeping in, and we’re going to have to start shutting the kitchen window at night, bit I am not sad, for the first year perhaps ever. I am excited about this new season. I am going to work with it, like ladies are supposed to with their periodicals. It is a brave and a bold experiment, and I shall let you know how I get on.
I think the key to seasonal harmony is celebration, which is probably why those flipping pagans managed to have such a grand old time despite not having any electricity of central heating. Today I celebrate the death of Summer, and I do so by living my life, happily, getting up at a relatively reasonable hour, enjoying a fine breakfast and luncheon in the company of a white-hot ladything, and engaging in rewarding work pursuits. I will have a think about some other ways also. Have you any great ideas?
I bet Calvin does. In fact, I know he does. I was re-reading that treasury last season…
Ooh, here’s one.
Haha. That was so me every year prior to this. Let’s see how long I hold up.
So, I had a great weekend, thanks. I did an awful lot of work with young Zef on AkiraTheDon 5.0, and half-watched an awful lot of The Inbetweeners, which is resolutely brilliant. Me and the PPF went on a tour of the Olympic Park. We live right by the grounds of the 2012 Alien Landing – I can see two of the stadiums from my window – so it was nice to go beyond the gates for the first time since I followed that fucking fox and nearly broke my neck. My lord, they have done a lot of work. If I was an alien I’d definitely land there, and if I was a despotic government I’d definitely stage an alien landing there. It’s perfect!
Welcome Back, Master Race! by C Whewell
I also went to my ole pal P Mo’s 30th birthday do – there were an awful lot of them this weekend, for some reason or other, but I only have one set of drinking paws. P Mo’s was a fine affair, and he got a Dog Of Fo, which seemed to make him deliriously happy. Someone got him a porcelain hand that carries drinks to the edge of the table then stops, and I made him a clock with himself in it, which I nearly broke falling upstairs running for a train. My mighty HANDS protected it though, with their flesh and their blood, some of which I sadly had to leave on the steps, along with shavings off of my ankle and knee. I have been getting an awful lot of injuries lately, along with my Better Fortune and Exciting Feelings, so I guess it is all part and parcel of the Samsonian Metamorphais I am currently involved in…
Oh, and I formatted my C drive and reinstalled my machine again. Well, started re-installing my machine again. Obviously it will take an age to get everything in place, but hopeful this time I won’t install whatever it was that buggered up the last attempt. I am being methodical. You Mac mofos don’t have to bother with this, do you? No, you don’t. But being that smug all the time can’t be healthy. So I do not envy you. Hell, Angry Birds is coming to Android, after all!
OK, I better go and post this video brief. I need lots of videos made all of a sudden. Who wants to make a video?