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Sunday, April 22, 2018

Pencil sketches, feathers and a nanoshit kind of week

Trying to get over a weirdly aweful week that started with the death of a friend and ended with me doing a classic face splat on the road and an ambulance trip to emergency for a patch up job.  It was one of those nano shit moments - a nanosecond before you tip over, your brain goes "Oh shit" and down you go.  And now I have a nifty swollen black eye, broken glasses, an ugly cut on my eyebrow and a variety of bruises on the go as a souvenir for the week.  Did you know they can glue your forehead back together? A little glue good as new... well not quite but almost.  After the repair job, off I went in search of a place to fix my glasses. They were oddly askew with the arms pointing in the wrong direction.  Hard to see when you can't put the glasses on your nose. Made it as far as Eatons Centre and Lens Crafters fixed them up for me - no charge. Considering how badly damaged they were, I'm amazed they even offered to fix them.  Damn fine job they did to. Really pleased. Thought for sure I'd have to buy a new pair of glasses, they were that badly mangled. Wasn't looking forward to spending $500 on them. 

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Coming up for air & not liking what I see

Sitting here trying to enjoy my coffee and feeling exhausted. Two people sitting near me talk 100 miles a min, quite loud and I swear they never stop long enough to breath.  Which leads me to the following thoughts:

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Jet fuel, passing of a friend and fond memories

A while back I wrote I was having a weird ass kind of day. Turns out the last month has been like that. I’m in hiding at the moment.

Actually, less hiding out than doing something a friend and I said we’d do. He died on the weekend, leaving plans unfilled and a gap in my heart. Funny how we get used to having someone around. I’d grown incredibly fond of Doug. He started out as “just another computer job” and rapidly became my Thurs morning fixture. He’d pour a cup of what could arguably be called the single worse coffee ever made by man and we’d pretend to fix something that wasn’t broken. It was just an excuse to shoot the breeze for an hour or two and have a laugh.

He didn’t get out much, his health was pretty shaky, but we were making plans to go have a decent cup “somewhere”. Today was my first free Thursday in nearly 2 years (with the exception of the odd interruption) and I’m feeling at loose ends. Last night I looked at my phone and realised there would be no more texts from him saying “tomorrow?” “door’s open” “stay out of trouble”. Every Wed evening we’d go through the ritual of texting about our hot date in the morning and confirming. I found myself checking, from habit, for his usual text.

So .. I decided to go out and have that coffee for him. It isn’t nuclear rocket fuel (what the hell did he do to the modest coffee bean to get it so jet propelled?), but it’ll have to do.

Tales from the tech support desk

Weird ass kind of day. Frustrating and … yea just weird. One of those days that requires a lot of lateral thinking. Started with an iPhone 6 caught in an update loop. When I finally halted the rebooting, and got it to the restore phase, I though “cool, half way home”. Then the looping started over. Tried a full reset, stuck on the Apple icon. Finally did a few tricks, and got the phone to do a factory reset, and it also installed the latest updates. Almost did a happy dance, when the HOLA screen popped up. It took 40 min to get to that stage.

And then the other shoe dropped …

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Red cups and a wee bit of perspective

If you've got your knickers in a bunch over a plain red Starbucks cup, you need a boot in the pants.  If you can't think of one single event happening in the world that should take your energy, you live a priviledge, isolated life.  Seriously kick yourself in the ass. You should be ashamed of yourself.

Oh ... and that whole "war on Christmas" bullshit? Get a fucking grip. No one is stealing it or forcing you to stop saying Merry Christmas. That's more make believe from the fundamentalists with a marytyr complex. So do the world a favour - get a set of priorities and stop with the stupidity.

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Catpaw with a pint & a typical bad haircutTime for a new look - the venerable cat on a postage stamp is now retired. As much as I loved him, it was time for a face lift - bad haircut & all. 

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- Albert Camus

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