Morpheus, you bastard (And picspam) (And random observations)

...why do you have to leave me at 4 a.m.? Well, today it was 4.15, to be honest, but that's only a small step up from yesterday. Not that I am or was very tired, but I don't like being up when it's pitch dark outside. And I didn't go to bed overly early -- around 10.15 I think -- so the body has probably decided that 6 hrs are sufficient.

Cat toys arrived yesterday, and the word "success" is nowhere near enough to describe he impact the laser pointer had on Lola Stola. OMG was she excited. When I watch her play I'm always reminded of somebody calling Miles Vorkosigan "that hyperactive little shit" (in Memories, I think); though not overly flattering, the epithet suits her to perfection. Boy, does this cat get crazy when she plays.

Random observation no.1:
What are you supposed to do once you've reached the maximum weight on the machines at the gym? I mean, the probability of me reaching 100kg on the machine simulating push-ups is somewhere around zero, but I'm at 45kg with the adductor and abductor (inner and outer thighs), and the max weight is 70kg... Tough, huh?

Random observation no.2:
(concerning Mr H, but it's just an observation)
The best, i.e. the most credible, lies contain at least a grain of truth.
I don't believe for a single moment that he ever really threatened or meant to use physical violence against his employees, but there is a grain of truth in those allegations.
I remember writing "the guy is terribly intense" after the first dinner we had last May. Well he is, and so is his anger; when we met last Wednesday, he mentioned something Carla, his former assistant and two-faced bitch extraordinaire, had said about him and which was so patently absurd that I laughed. He stopped (we were walking), turned to me and asked, eyes blazing, "What, do you think that's funny?"
Wow. You know the feeling when you step out of an airplane and get a wave of heat from the turbines? It was exactly like that, and even though I wasn't afraid or anything, it was hard not to recoil in the face of unfiltered anger. It's not difficult to imagine that peole might actually feel threatened.
(Oh, and of course I'm not imagining how well that intensity would translate into sex... Of course not.)

I just realized that, now that I've got my new cell phone (which came with a data cable), I can post the pictures I took at the beginning of October, when Irene and I went to make Ajvar at Zarko and Violeta's place!


The village school with the steel-column-cum-screen from outer space.


Peppers hung out to dry

I would've taken more but hadn't realized at the time that the memory chip had come loose -- all I had was the phone memory, which didn't allow for more.

Cornelius, sitting on my dressing table:


And finally this -- doesn't it remind you (or rather those of you who are in my age group) of those David Hamilton soft porn photos from the seventies?