dis and dat
Tuesday December 28th 2004, 2:42 am
Filed under: TPT the First Tags:

Comments are, for all practical purposes, off. Because:

  • I’m not really writing this.
  • No one really reads this.
  • No one really comments, except spammers, and I’m fine on the poker, pheno-thisandthat, viagra, and god help me, the loans front.
  • I’m sick of deleting spam comments 125 at a time.
  • I’m procrastinating mildly.

I’m off for a few days, taking my life in my hands, and putting it in someone else’s. As if that’s a fucking change. But then I’ll be back. One thing at a time. Chill the fuck out. Talk early, talk often. Hasta…

Monday December 27th 2004, 4:26 pm
Filed under: TPT the First Links Tags:


Thursday December 23rd 2004, 5:15 pm
Filed under: TPT the First Tags:

Moving day today, to the Lower East Side, a 1-bedroom sublet acquired from a mad Estonian psychology graduate student who is, I suspect, a hitman for the Baltic mob and has just rubbed somebody out, and therefore is returning to Tallinn to lie low for 2 months. My two suitcases, 1 box, and 1 additional box will fit neatly in a cab, but as the hands available to help are rather busy today preparing for a fine dinner party, to which I’m very much looking forward, I may well leave my belongings split in two. See? This entry has no soul, no spirit. No whingeing. I’m here, I’m alive, I’ve got a place to stay for a bit and now need a way of getting money to hit the bottom of my largely empty pockets. But interviews first. Have a good holiday, any of you still reading.

Monday December 13th 2004, 8:03 pm
Filed under: TPT the First Tags:

I think, for many reasons, a pause in the tpt. Largely because I’m farking busy sorting out the imminent move. Because I’ve stopped caring about tpt particularly much. And because I think the over-analysis of my life has officially become counter-productive. I had a lovely piece, written at work, on ‘whilst life unexamined may not be worth living, there is nothing to argue that life, over-examined, is any more valuable’. Or something equally pretentious. But a contemplative me is rarely a cheerful me, so fuck it. Everyone who gives a shit can always drop me a line. Though, being Mr (Dr!) Consistency, who knows how long this will last. And come to my party on Friday before I bail for what I wish were sunnier shores, but at least are urban bad-ass shores…

It is Finished
Saturday December 11th 2004, 2:02 pm
Filed under: TPT the First Tags:

Wow. I fucking did it. Not going to bother pondering at the moment, as there’s more drinking to be done. But that’s DR Whinge-ing Bitch to you, now. So Boo Ya!

and all i lack
Thursday December 09th 2004, 7:58 am
Filed under: TPT the First Tags:

I was told to “grow up” yesterday. In that tone. I was also accused of wanting to “have my cake and eat it too”. And, the night before, my housemates decided i “made life harder for myself”. Eh. Probably true, on all fronts. Of course I want to have/eat my cake. And I’m not convinced that growing up means making decisions and holding to them come hell or high water…or a good night out. But maybe i should take the advice to heart a bit more. Maybe I do analyze things to a standstill before then making snap decisions that are somehow ill-considered. But tomorrow is a big day, and the siren song of more coffee and a fucking hot shower call to me, even as my life puts me through the paces for a bit longer yet. Picture me in a penguin suit; almost there….

Tuesday December 07th 2004, 12:46 pm
Filed under: TPT the First Tags:

Quiet of late, I know, and much that’s been on that won’t be reported here. One piece of startlingly good news, several instances of poor judgment, spectacularly poor judgment, good judgment, luck, and a few close shaves. Viva on Friday, alcoholic status full-blown, and the malaise continues where I should be excited to leave for NY in 10 days. But at least my passport arrived today. With – get this – a renewal of my student visa until April, 2005. Why April, I have no idea – the terms under discussion were December 2004, July 2005, and September 2005. Given, however, that I cancelled my application last Tuesday, and this letter is dated last Friday, the Spectacular Fucked-Up-ed-ness of the Home Office cannot properly be conveyed. But now my passport has, rather than the rough and ready stamps from 1998 and 2000 with a biro scrawl of when they expire, a three-coloured, silver-embossed, with bumps and copy protection limited leave to remain visa, a spectacular present from Her Majesty’s government to remind me of what hasn’t worked out. Thanks, guys.

Thursday December 02nd 2004, 10:15 pm
Filed under: TPT the First Tags:

So fickle fickle fickle of late. Watching my confidence come and go, literally, on short notice. Watching my enthusiasm wax and wane. Feeling like I should update this shit, but not really bothering. Too tired, anyway, after the flatmate was wailing and weeping and crying in a puddle on the pavement in the freezing cold at 6:30 this morning trying to (?!) break one of our chairs into splinters. She needed some drama. God I’m so glad i’m over that shit. But having the bony shoulder I had to drag myself out into the cold and give her an audience for a few hours of a good cry. I was late for work, despite living a 5 minute walk from the office (apologies to all of those out there with proper commutes. Or proper jobs, for that matter). Anyway, back to my empty calories. Which reminds me of a question which was, embarrassingly enough, in a mensa quiz book (wasn’t mine – forget who loaned it to me) regarding how many calories of heat it took to melt the ice in a whisky on the rocks, and how many calories were contained by the whisky. The key was kilo-calories vs. calories of the energy measurement variety).