Village green shower scene

[hirez]

I must admit that I'm feeling somewhat guilty. In the wake of a quite splendid weekend, a whole slew of clearly witty and erudite chaps arrive in one's F-L, presumably expecting similar wit and erudition (or failing that, drunken pissing and falling off things stories and nob-gags. It's hard to tell), and what do I go and do?

I shut the hell up and continue wandering around smiling at people and generally acting like I've just joined the Keith Moonies.

Even Libeljournal, which would appear to have become a regular destination for those needing to exercise their 'what the hell is he on (about)?' faculties, has gone a bit quiet. (In truth, I am inordinately pleased with Libeljournal. If I'd designed the thing, it would be working as such.)

It's not as if I've been doing vast amounts. Well, I have, I guess. It would seem I forgot to mention that they still let me into work - sorry about that, y'all - and as a special morale-boosting bonus for the survivors we all get to have Blind Panic for the next couple of months. For me it's... Just like the old days when we all lived on Internet Time. I'm rather enjoying the brisk pace the decision process has now managed. Soon it'll be toddling along like someone on forty a day chasing after a bus. Or indeed away from the deadlines which are approaching in a manner not unlike an armoured column.

I also need to piss off up the wideboy-wireless shop to purchase an amplifier. I must remember not to mention to the spotty oiks that I'll likely connect it to the televisual apparatus, otherwise they'll start jumping up and down excitedly and blithering on about 5.25 and Dobbly Pro-Stock, and then I'll be forced to brandish their packets of oxygen-free cable and call them charlatans and then the polis will be called and it will all end badly again. No. I shall have none of this 'home cinema' folderol, since I have no wish to invite several strangers into my house to talk loudly, demonstrate ring-tones, grind dreadful confectionery into the carpet and fart repeatedly while I try to watch 'The Titfield Thunderbolt' without losing my temper and employing the Cricket Bat of Terrible Psychic Power.

Comments

[lproven.livejournal.com]

Dunno if it's your sort of thing, but for a quality amp, AIUI, you might want to talk to tanais - also dancing_fox@cix. He runs a small company, Epona, making them.

[quercus.livejournal.com]

Morally, we should try to get the MOSFET amp I found dumped outside your house working....

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

I've got some random ampage lying about, somewhere, if you want scruff.

[ex-halja931.livejournal.com]

As usual, I only understood about 37% of your entry.

However, I am happy to learn that you're not at home becoming addicted to daytime soap operas and game shows. I hope things become better at your workplace.