The Patent Dragon's Zone of Soul Retraction

Ah, sheeeeeet...

My back has rebelled, and in a big way. Cue sizable intake of medication, and a reduced desire to blog, amongst other things. So much for my brave (!) attempt to "get regular" again - and this could really mess up my remaining summer plans, including going to see GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY.

Dammit.

UPDATE: This...



I feel better now.

Thunderbirds creator Gerry Anderson has Alzheimer's

Ah, damn it all to hell. This is probably my greatest living hero we're talking about here, and that wonderful mind is being eaten away by this disease. There IS no God.

This news, just in (to me at least), pushes this into the "also on tonight's programme" slot...

Elsewhat... We are apparently into the wettest June in the last century, or something like that. Well whoop-dee fucking doo and "How long did it take you to work THAT out?".

Roof Wars continue (Day 24), but hopefully the bedroom will not capsise after all, now that the leak has been acknowledged, and is hopefully being addressed as I write this. It doesn't seem to be raining right now, but we do have a dose of that other regular summer visitor, the great big banks of freaking fog. Oh, and we have heavy rain and thunder warnings for tonight, too...

At least the "skylight" window should be in place today, if not finished off completely. Some things are moving ahead quicker than expected, so we're thankful for what we get.

Tonight, it's the police meeting again, and this time I will be bringing up the issue of our old friends CLAN once more. This year, the "Gathering" starts with a three-stage music event, which seems to be being touted as a stand-alone attraction - so just a) how many people will attend, and b) how loud is it going to be...?

I get the feeling they "test the waters", then take as much advantage of the situation as they can the next year. It'll be interesting to hear the Police reaction - how much do they know?

And finally... Had a net outage last night. I tried to do some writing (*gasp*), but my heart wasn't in it. A whole bunch of evening plans went right in the shitter. Hmph.

Day 20...

From yesterday:

Yeah, I got side-tracked. At least the rain stayed off for most of the day, and allowed things to dray out... well, almost not at all. The office corner got worse, but not "puddles on the carpet" worse...

I really ought to just shut up, sometimes. Things in the bedroom are a LOT worse than I imagined. The carpet is wet, and there has been some damage incurred - to only one book, yes, but still it's a pain in the ass.

Sometimes I wonder whether this house hates me.

Today started a good deal earlier than I planned with one of those early wake-ups. I decided, rather than lie awake and wait for the day to catch up with me, I was going to try and get some writing in.

Some hope. Quite simply, I had nothing. So I finished reading Equal Rites and waited for the alarm to go off...

Lunchtime saw more success - almost a whole screen's worth! The start of something satisfactory? Something I can continue working on at home?

Yeah, right. I went on a "bug hunt" in the office before dinner, and whilst I found nothing living, there was limited evidence of a previous presence, discovered just as I thought I could declare a provisional "all clear". I therefore did not enjoy my dinner.

There's a spider in the office. Not a huge one, but visible. I've decided that, as long as it stays out of sight, and away from my stuff, it can live, and hopefully feast on any truly unwelcome interlopers.

Think I'll get away from it all for a while - Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes is still showing...

A Star Is Rising reaches its conclusion, as Task Force Tisiphone uncover the truth of what happened to the missing stealth ship, and it's a truth not many will want to hear - but some don't take too long to find out...

Release Notes... The last character to be introduced in this story had to be renamed at the last moment, as her previous name had already been used quite a while ago!

Back In The Real World... Well, there goes the neighbourhood. RAF Leuchars is to close, and be replaced by an army barracks - after all the campaigning to save it, and the millions spent on extending the runway for the Eurofighter. That is going to hit this area REALLY hard - not that the fucking Tories give a shit.

They better not send any Ministers or MPs to Fife. They'll get torn to fucking pieces. And I'll be there to witness it. That would help me out nicely with a Mission 101 Task or two.

Meanwhile... On a lighter note; remember yesterday, when I said

ITEM! I'm thinking the Transformers 3 first-week box office bonanza will be severely eclipsed by HP7.2. Maybe £15-16 million? Saturday 2pm at the NPH was PACKED - and giving applause as the titles rolled...

- well, forget that. £16 million? Try £23 million...

*Sighs, and does that frustrated "pinch the bridge of the nose" thing...

There is really no easier way to say this...

*takes a deep breath*



That is all. Sadly. B**ber and G'Gaah The Unspeakable still live. There truly is no freakin' justice.