Archive for September 19th, 2008

omg, dude.

September 19, 2008

Also, if I go home, I can watch the double bill of old Scrubs.

I sometimes wonder if I am vaguely autistic because I really like my routines.


A list of planes, trains, and automobiles.

September 19, 2008

1. As I was hanging out in the bathroom, I suddenly thought, ‘Isn’t it odd that the only time I have used a person’s real name in this blog is the one time I don’t know the person?’

2. I would dearly love to change Aussie’s nickname to something else, but that is inconsistent and gross – as well as the fact that her new name would be the fake name she uses on Facebook so it’s more real than a nickname.

3. I don’t know what to do this evening. My organisation is split into several little teams; my team of four is based way far away in a different part of town. Everyone is having a little meet tonight – except two friends from work will not be there. My manager will, but she is best friends with the others and will no doubt live it up.

As a newish employee, I know I should go because that’s how you meet people. As me, I want to go home and read The Stand in the last of the day’s sunshine – particularly as sunshine is a rarity here in The Country of Gloom.

4. What should I do?

For John.

September 19, 2008

I sat down on a bench at – where else – my train station this morning. No sooner had I read a couple of pages of The Stand, the guy next to me said, ‘Look at this.’ He held out a very tattered book full of notes in the margin. He flipped to the title page where he had drawn out an elaborate mind map and pointed to the middle circle.

‘This says women like men with emotional variety. Do you think that’s true?’

An odd beginning to a conversation with a complete stranger, but also a complete delight. Our conversation meandered along – gender politics, accents, counselling, psychics. At the end he offered his hand and asked for my name.

If there were more Johns in the world, what an exceptional chance we’d all have for early morning meaningfulness.