Alone Alone All All Alone...
Friday December 11th 2009
...alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on my soul in agony,
One of my co-workers has just had a baby, and is working from home.
Another of my co-workers is off for his grandmother's funeral.
The third co-worker had a migraine headache.
The accounts guy only comes in on Mondays and Thursdays.
The new sales guy works on the road.
The boss is out at meetings all day.
There's several truckloads of work to do and I'm the only one in the office. Oh joy.
File under: Workin` for the Man
Skype Games for the Stupid
Thursday December 10th 2009
Player one sings the ingredients list of a food product to a randomly selected piece of Bach. Player two tries to figure out what the food product is.
God damn we're a sad bunch ;D
File under: My Oh So Amazing Life
My crushes, let me show you them...
Thursday December 3rd 2009
Ah, crushes! Where would we be without them? A lot better off if you ask me.
I don't know about other people's views (hey, that's pretty much the definition of aspergers ;) but personally I find crushes really inconvenient. They're like a lingering cold. They show up out of nowhere, make life difficult, and take forever for you to get over. If there was a vaccination against them I'd get it.
I currently have quite a collection of crushes. None of them very serious - it's been a few years since my last really bad one - but all of them just strong enough to be tiresome. Let's see...
OK, there's the redhead on the morning train who's always dressed in black. There are three on the morning bus - the tall blonde who gets off at the hospital, the brunette geek who gets off at the dental college (although I haven't seen her for a while) and there's the very classy looking redhead who carries on towards the university. There are two women at the office - details of whom I'm not going to include lest anyone at the office reads this. There's the sweet and friendly strawberry blonde at the sandwich shop, and her asian colleague. And there's the shorter blonde on the afternoon bus.
The only two of these women that I've ever actually spoken to are the ones at the sandwich shop. They're both very nice girls - insofar as I can tell from buying rolls and salads from them. The strawberry blonde and even talk a little bit now and then. Nothing major, just general small talk while she's getting my change. Mind you, that's falling off a bit recently because I can never actually think of anything to say to her. That's one of the problems with being a socially inept aspie - you're not much use at holding up your end of a conversation.
So she says something friendly, I'm lost for words, and I end up slinking away feeling lower that dirt. As a result every trip to the sandwich shop is a roller coaster of anxiety, stress and disappointment, only slightly mitigated by the fact that the food is pretty damn good.
This is what crushes do to me. Can you see why I'm sick of them?
File under: My Oh So Amazing Life
The Language of Gormenghast
Monday November 30th 2009
Last week I stopped into the second hand bookstore that's opened down the road and purchased the copy of Titus Groan that's been taunting me in the shelf by the window. Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast trilogy is something I've meant to read for years so I figured that with a copy of the first book so convenient I might as well get on with it.
The somewhat eccentric bookseller (despite being a new establishment the store is doing a very good job of being rambling, cramped and musty with a slightly gnome-like proprietor - the way all bookshops should be!) reminisced about the first time he read the book while looking for my change. He told me not worry about words I couldn't understand because I should be able to figure out most of them from context.
As such I was somewhat primed to watch for words I didn't understand, and have kept a list of them as I go. I'm about halfway through and have hit six of them so far, which I think is pretty good going. The list (and the definitions) are as follow...
Recrudescent - My first reaction to this word was that it could mean almost anything. The actual definition is "breaking out again" or "renewing".
Calid - I guessed that this means 'clammy', it actually means 'hot'. Which makes sense when you think of the words 'calorie' and 'calorific' or perhaps the Italian 'caldo'.
Fumid - I assumed this meant 'full of fumes', which in fact it does. Excellent!
Garde-Manger - My sketchy knowledge of French, combined with context, led me to assume that a garde-manger is a pantry. It's actually a cool and well ventilated area of a kitchen used for the preparation of cold foods - although it seems more commonly used to refer to a chef that works in such an area.
Ichadbod - I am of course familiar with the name Ichabod, but in the book it's used to describe a semi-ruinous section of the castle. I can't find a definition online supporting this use, but I presume it's a reference to the Hebrew meaning "the glory is departed". Nice one Mr Peake!
Malkin - From context it was clear that this means 'cat'.
Expect an update to this list when I've read some more - assuming I run into any other new words that is.
File under: Literature or something resembling it