in other news

What a kind and generous soul is blithesea. Thank you so much! *wallows in Office bliss*

In other news. ( In other news. )

Plus, I seem to have acquired an overnight ability to do the Times cryptic crossword!! T'h has been doing them and left one in the loo, and lo and behold, two answers popped into my head there and then. T'h was astounded!!!! He thinks this will provide a good basis for our retirement.

11111

T'clues I did:
Friendly drink = ( ? )

Sweet music = ( ? )

On that notes, folkseroonies, g'night! Lubya.

P.S. Have you noticed how despite my new iconish bounty I tend to use only the one? Alternated with perhaps one other one? What do you prefer: instant recognition factor by staying same all the time, as per real life? or constant motion in online merry-go-round? or mild use of 'mood' icons or somesuch?

day of horror

First of all, however:

SHINY SINK porn!!!

WARNING: Definitely not worksafe!!

In other news (everything seems to be in 'other' news these days): I just zapped my entire post and must now try to resurrect it from the palimpsest of my sieve-like brain.

I have just returned from a day of horror in the hellhole of East Anglia and at the hellhole of 'faculty day'. The hellhole was nightmarishly hellholeish, with little roundabouts all the way there and all the way in it, the inhabitants with a collective IQ of 0.3 and the signage system non-existent. Ditto the beauty of a) landscape and b) architectural features. The worst, though, the absolute pit bottom worst, was the 'day' itself and the 'presentations'. I will not, indeed I will not be able to stand, boring you with the details. I will only note that I practised yogic breathing throughout in order not to fall down screaming. Later, in the ladies' loo with three colleagues, I discovered that they, too, had been practising their yogic breathing -- it was that bad!!

Considering that I am supposedly working at a university, I can in all honesty say that this day was the most braindead, unintellectual and unstimulating day I have ever, ever, evah spent in my entire life. My brain is numbed!!

The bustling hub aka hh of Chelmsford itself is peopled with troglodytes sporting a combined IQ of 0.3, and utterly bereft in any beauty whatsoever, both as regards a) landscape and setting, and b) architectural features. *still reeling*

ETA Proof positive of brain attrition: I'm repeating things. 111

I did, however, manage to drag myself back in time for t'son's swimming lessons and did twenty lengths myself in as many minutes. Hah! *would punch air if arm weren't too sore from an excess of breaststroke*

And because of my lovely Christmas present, I am now able to listen to Just a minute while SHINING THE SINK in my kitchen and cooking etc. I want to marry Nick Parkinson! And Clement Freud.

This morning, on my 1 1/2 drive down the M11 and A130, I heard this astounding man on Radio Four. He spoke of the origins of our universe, born from a white hole, which is a black hole in a parallel universe. And our universe is only one of an infinite number of multiverses, and there are not 4 dimensions, but 11. Condensed version here. My ears nearly blew off as I gripped the steering wheel.

We cannot, apparently, fit through a wormhole because it is microscopically small, as claims Stephen Hawking. Ah well.

I've been trying to read a Harry/Draco fic but just can't make it past page one. Is this because my interest in fandom has waned to an alltime low? Or because the fic is written by a (shock, horror) man and it's just too gay? 'Gay' for me is 'research' for 'slash'. Research is what I do; it's not what I wallow in fic-wise.

Hm. *goes off to declutter living room because FlyLady said so*

*also tries to de-numbify brain*