watery sex

i'm always annoyed with israeli tardiness, even if i've become a little guilty of it myself. but my tardiness is usually confined to a couple of minutes, five, maybe ten at a stretch. but comixer made an impression two weeks ago with an hour and a half, and this morning at 10am he agreed to 11am, and at 10.50 he sent a message to say he'd be fifteen minutes late, and that fifteen proceeded to double.

that's a stressor for me. even if we're meeting for something enjoyable. the other stressor was the malfunctioning climate control in the mall and the overall lack of internet connectivity from any of its many coffee shops; eventually i gave up and went to streets, where i found a plug point and an empty table next to two friends from the creative writing workshop.

comixer arrived, and after i convinced him to focus on comics (as opposed to answering student emails) i discovered that he was sketching unrelated stuff... oh, well. it's a start, i guess. at least he was available for artistic input, and by that i mean that through his responses i figured out how to phrase my requirements understandably.

and i gotta say, i am excited by the scene i'm scripting right now. it functions as a background to the main story, and it's so damn crazy that only ovid could have mentioned it merely in passing - it pushes the comic across a sexually explicit boundary, but i believe that i can do sexy without doing pornographic. i can't believe i'm having so much fun with this ^_^

after an hour or two, i caught the bus to the office. it was the bus driver who recognizes me, and he's also one of those suffering from a severe case of klapvoet: the inability to apply gradual pressure to either accelerator or brake. in addition to being smacked sharply in the face while opening my netbook, i got motion sickness even before resuming working on my script and i eventually hopped off quite nauseous :(

work: for the first time in days, everything was fine throughout our systems. i'd given up on them before going to bed, and that means that we have a mystery on our hands. software development is not supposed to be mysterious. microsoft: i blame you.

on another note, i spent two and a half hours messing around with perl to write a script that would save us more time on a task that will hopefully remove the necessity for one of my closing projects, only to complete it and discover that the required rewrites were far more complicated than i originally expected and turning all of that effort into a total waste. or, almost total - i kind of enjoyed playing with perl and i guess i'll be paid for it :P

i got home in time to eat dinner and join pg for a walk. walking with zombies, run! really isn't as invigorating; unless that word also covers the sensation of wanting to run because walking is inappropriate when you're hearing about... oh, never mind. no need to post spoilers of that sort here ;)

on a friend's recommendation pg and i watched a boy and his dog when we got back. it's AWESOME! and its serving as a basis for the fallout series is completely transparent. i thoroughly loved it. holy crap, 70's! you had amazing movies!

now it's time to get to bed, we're off super-early (even earlier than ugh o'clock!) to go to my cousin's kid's barmitzvah at the western wall. oh, yippee. jerusalem + august heat + smart clothing = :S

---i totally didn't mention my grades - i have two of them back, an almost-perfect one for my shakespearean paper (the last minute reversal) and my humour analysis was close on its heels - score! now back to fretting about the other two...