not dead yet

i woke up yesterday feeling good enough to chance the morning, thinking to myself that if things began to go downhill i'd bail and come back home to bed. i made it just in time for the non-existant shuttle, which was a bit of a waste...

i began the day auctioning off (for free) a bunch of old uniforms that got thrown my way.

we had cake for breakfast to celebrate a section-mate's entrance to parenthood, lots of cake, decadent cake, cake that made my dinner later on :)

i learned about russian name pronunciation, and it's pretty damn weird. some of the names sound just like a year-old trying to produce meaningful communication. and when that's what i'm thinking of, i manage to get it right. go figure :P

i resolved an issue yesterday, and that really made me feel good about myself. i'm intentionally ignoring the standard effect of an elegant solution: "why the hell didn't i think of that before?!"



i did say i'd post the above picture

i was really excited during the late afternoon to be getting the colour on my tat redone, and as soon as i got home i changed and skipped off to psycho to have at it.



it began alright, i find that the pain increases over time and i'm aware that my skin's particularly thin and it's a sensitive spot. but i'm not certain that that's the reason for what happened... i suspect it's a combination of my not having felt good the day before, my low blood-pressure, and the fact that i stop breathing when i'm deeply concentrating on staying calm...

i don't know how much time passed between me telling him to hold on a moment and me hearing somebody else shouting "he's not breathing! he's not breathing!", which was a solid reminder to inhale and brought me fairly quickly out of whatever i was experiencing.

i remember a bright blue background and weird characters all around, but i think that's the influence of flipping through beast wars comics before i entered the tattoo parlour. i remember being absolutely certain that i was going to die.

i don't know who was more freaked out by the event, and we took a ten-minute break for me to cool down and get my head together, and inspect my raw and grim bleeding back-buddies.
i've been warned unnecessarily that i'm not the type to be getting inked. i wasn't planning on doing it again anyway, and i said when i left that if the colour doesn't hold this time, then it simply wasn't meant to be.

i was relieved when he finally finished, having taken half an hour when i expected it to take about 45 minutes. what a horrible experience.

the kid and i joined our neighbour for dog-walking and sushi, and when we came home it was time for the first changing of the wrap. i went to bed shortly afterwards, waking up at 4am for the second change (and proudly handling it myself) and again at 8am for the second last one.

i went off to collect my post, and now happily own the three science of discworld books :)

i haven't got the stones to open the parcel from penny arcade. i don't know what i'm going to do about this.



i took my new project and the silver spray out into the last sunshine of the day, and had my way with them. it's almost silly how happy i am with how the chain came out, and how relieved i am that it wasn't a complete waste of all that effort cutting the stencil ^_^
now i have to decide exactly how to handle the rest, the border i left has to be dealt with and i wouldn't really be satisfied leaving the pencil untouched.

i played some crimsonland until the kid woke up and we went shopping. there's nothing worse that being in a crowed, confined space with a sensitive area feeling exposed.

the kid disabled the internet, it's his second time and i'm guilty of an incident myself - the soft/firmware for the router is abhorrent and useless. it took me about half an hour with our flatmate's wired laptop (not including the yelling and frustrated, impotent efforts from our computers beforehand) to almost-randomly click my way to information freedom.

in 1995 my parents bought me a copy of little big adventure in israel to stop me from drooling after i'd read the reviews and played the demo (it didn't work, i couldn't install it until we got back to south africa)... i don't have any idea what happened to my copy during the years that passed, but someone sent me a link to download the iso file... and after much dosbox tweaking, i can finally play again - sweet!

the good
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the very, very bad