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WTF???? and other stuff
Nov. 18th, 2013 11:05 amThe WTF refers to the fact that I can't read the f-list anymore at work, the url being categorized "suspicious". Facebook -- not suspicious, LJ -- suspicious. The logic (assuming there is an underlying logic) is a little hard to understand.
Well at least I can post.
Still, bugger.
I intended to write a long, Skopje-related post, but somehow don't quite feel like it. Anyway, next time I'm going, I'm not staying at Gabriele's place. Staying there was the only, well not negative but certainly unpleasant, part of the trip, and not just because the room temperature was 26°. Yes, 26 -- I thought I was going to suffocate. The only thing keeping me alive was imagining her face when she gets the electricity bill. Also, although I understand perfectly well that making a pass at a guy and being refused (not that she told me, but it was 100% obvious) hurts a lot, I'd appreciate being told, "I'm feeling like shit, would you mind moving to a hotel because I really don't want company right now" instead of being made to feel unwelcome and de trop. I pondered whether to offer moving out without her telling me to, but then thought, Why on earth should I? You invite me to your home, you don't want me there -- the least you can do is tell me so.
I thought a few other, very uncharitable things as well, but won't put them into writing.
In all other respects, however, the trip was wonderful -- I spent a lot of time with friends, and those whom I didnt manage to fit in I'll meet in May.
Another positive thing: I'm reading Hilary Mantel's "Wolf Hall" and am entranced, spellbound, fascinated, etc.etc. I wasn't quite sure at the beginning whether maybe I disliked the mannerism of referring to Cromwell only as "He" -- it doesn't make for easy reading, when you have two or three male characters in a scene -- but in the end decided that, as a writer's trick, it definitely works. If, that is, Mantel's purpose was to make the reader feel as insecure as the people dealing with Cromwell; also, to convey a sense of mystery by using "He" instead of a name, which is exactly what he seems to have been to many of his contemporaries. I'm far from being any sort of Tudor expert but can't help feeling that Mantel's grasp of both period and characters is excellent. Certainly interpretative and biased, but then this is historical fiction and therefore allows for more freedom, up to a point.
Still no news from the job front, i.e. re. the position I applied for, but expecting anything before mid-December would be unrealistic. So I'm trying to make the best of the current situation, drawing on my skills at fabricating credible pretexts for leaving work early and arriving late (if, that is, I can be arsed to give any justification at all). Today I have to leave early for real, though, because I have to take Rambo to the vet. He gets the last part of his shots, and then we have to agree on a date for neutering him. I'm planning somewhere around December, 10, so let's see if that's ok with the doctor. I mean to take Cornelius there on the same day, for having his teeth cleaned and blood taken for a routine test, and also so Rambo may wake up in the comforting presence of his mum-uncle.
Well at least I can post.
Still, bugger.
I intended to write a long, Skopje-related post, but somehow don't quite feel like it. Anyway, next time I'm going, I'm not staying at Gabriele's place. Staying there was the only, well not negative but certainly unpleasant, part of the trip, and not just because the room temperature was 26°. Yes, 26 -- I thought I was going to suffocate. The only thing keeping me alive was imagining her face when she gets the electricity bill. Also, although I understand perfectly well that making a pass at a guy and being refused (not that she told me, but it was 100% obvious) hurts a lot, I'd appreciate being told, "I'm feeling like shit, would you mind moving to a hotel because I really don't want company right now" instead of being made to feel unwelcome and de trop. I pondered whether to offer moving out without her telling me to, but then thought, Why on earth should I? You invite me to your home, you don't want me there -- the least you can do is tell me so.
I thought a few other, very uncharitable things as well, but won't put them into writing.
In all other respects, however, the trip was wonderful -- I spent a lot of time with friends, and those whom I didnt manage to fit in I'll meet in May.
Another positive thing: I'm reading Hilary Mantel's "Wolf Hall" and am entranced, spellbound, fascinated, etc.etc. I wasn't quite sure at the beginning whether maybe I disliked the mannerism of referring to Cromwell only as "He" -- it doesn't make for easy reading, when you have two or three male characters in a scene -- but in the end decided that, as a writer's trick, it definitely works. If, that is, Mantel's purpose was to make the reader feel as insecure as the people dealing with Cromwell; also, to convey a sense of mystery by using "He" instead of a name, which is exactly what he seems to have been to many of his contemporaries. I'm far from being any sort of Tudor expert but can't help feeling that Mantel's grasp of both period and characters is excellent. Certainly interpretative and biased, but then this is historical fiction and therefore allows for more freedom, up to a point.
Still no news from the job front, i.e. re. the position I applied for, but expecting anything before mid-December would be unrealistic. So I'm trying to make the best of the current situation, drawing on my skills at fabricating credible pretexts for leaving work early and arriving late (if, that is, I can be arsed to give any justification at all). Today I have to leave early for real, though, because I have to take Rambo to the vet. He gets the last part of his shots, and then we have to agree on a date for neutering him. I'm planning somewhere around December, 10, so let's see if that's ok with the doctor. I mean to take Cornelius there on the same day, for having his teeth cleaned and blood taken for a routine test, and also so Rambo may wake up in the comforting presence of his mum-uncle.
