Was working when a colleague messaged

Colleague X/Sin... do u have any friends who has bought an condor recently?

I blinked. Would I have friends who bought condors? And more puzzlingly why did she want to know? A sudden interest in illegal wildlife trade?

She then typed again

Colleague X/Sin... or any one staying in melvil park condor?

Mope

So much trash gets published. I feel sure I could do it too and I feel despondent. I have to remind myself

• Strength comes from within: don't be jealous and don't be influenced. I'm going to wait.
• One must choose battles to win and not spread forces out too thinly: I can't and will never be able to do everything I want to, at once. I have enough on my plate now. I am going to wait.
• And, one must be wise enough: I can't write well enough yet. I am going to wait.

The Endeavour has landed

Happy.

Go away, they're my band

I loved them before you did. I listened to them before you. Just because you like them now makes you a n00b. So don't talk to me about them.

Their third album is all mine. Mwahahahaha

Today, tomorrow

I want to do something that feels right now but perhaps later I will regret it. Do I live in now or think for later?
I am cross and wonder why should the thought of a deadline change anything? If I am angry or displeased will that change because I only have a little time to be angry or displeased in?
I am tired of waiting, wanting, pandering. I am tired of putting by for later emotionally.
Now. It is now.

I know this is hardly the frame of mind I should be facing my commitments for my studying. Why should I feel old before my time? I am old. Even so, I cannot find it in me to act right now as if I am acting for myself in the future. The future Ipshita and I in my current mood, are not going to be friends. We rail at each other. One for her cautious calculated outlook and the other for her uninhibited restlessness, irresponsibility and search for ephemeral joy. But anger at thoughts we will forgive. What is it that each of us will do that will make us hate one another and will they come to pass or remain as phantom might-have-beens that either one of us will shudder at?

I want to be able to indulge in grand threats, blackmail, tantrums in order to achieve my very reasonable goals, but this is childish and I know I never mean to carry it out. So I am more rational, I know what I want. Why don't I just go ahead and do it or take it? Let those who will stand in the way just sleep.

The un-muse

Whats the opposite of a muse? I have one. If she is around and I happen to have a idea I want to use, to think about; she opens her mouth and says something so trite, so common about the same thing, I lose all enthusiasm about the idea and it is her words who have claimed it.
She is sure to over-exclaim, exaggerate in worn out cliches and phrases. Argh. The originality index of a place drops when she arrives.
Sure, I'm not the most creative or fresh person in the world, but I'm not blind to my shortcomings, I try and I'm not puffed up with a sense of aggrandisement. What I think or want to say could be crap sure, give it a chance.

Irrational as a puppy dog. Clarke is dead, but seeing the notice of his death I was plunged into fresh mourning for the passing of Asimov.

The Muppets

I can't stop laughing.

Pilgrimage

Every viewing of LOTR is a trip to the shrine. I saw FOTR last night. I brim, I brim, I am full, I am happy.

I was wiki-ing Frodo today and saw that the entry was crap! The discussion page was that much more crap. I was tempted to make my wiki-reputation true and sit down to edit it. I didn't in the end.

Wakeboarded yesterday, after a 2 week hiatus. How the muscles ache. How I still make the most wussy jumps. I go 8 inches in the air and land maybe 2 feet from where I jumped from. How will I improve? bah!

Trippy

A nice trip. And two nice trips.

Highs: the boat. She laughed and leapt, scorning the storm and the yawning waves. Not so fortunate the boat dwellers, but I was fine and loved every moment of it.
Then the mushrooms. Well.. I think it was tantamount to vivid dreaming.

I walked, I looked, I petted dogs, I didn't care as time went by, I ate, I dreamt, I thought. A peaceful trip. An introspective trip. But now I've been relaxed I'm roaring to go. I'm signing up for the next level of wakeboarding. I'm restless and there is blood pounding in my veins.

The band was real rouser last night. One of the best performances I have ever been to (bar franz). There. There couldn't be a better lead in to a birfday.

I left at 12:45. A bit early, but by the time I got home it was 1:15 and I had the worst trouble wakihng up this morning, it was raining and stuff. Got to work at 10:00 coz there was n umbrella at home and I had to hunt and hunt to get one. And it was sheets of rain.

Rain bodes well for the new year. I have spoken.

Blue is my favourite colour

Chromium and cuprous salts.
Water and sky
Stone and petal
And I

Operation Splits

Splits or nothing in 4 weeks.

I am predicting some hamstring pull or something. I hope not.

A teenage couple arranged and planned the murder of the girl's family because they refused to let her see him. Everyone was shot and killed, the house was burned down. It's terrible. And then at the end the news articles all mention the family dog.

I quote "On the Caffeys' vast wooded plot, the family's black Labrador waited in vain by the ashes of the incinerated house and a burned van for his owners to return- far from the food and water onlookers have left under the yellow police tape cordoning off the property"

I love dogs more than people.