Tuesday, January 10th, 2012
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5:40 pm - I don't look much like Shah Rukh Khan.
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I had my hair cut yesterday, by a hairdresser who is not my usual hairdresser (and who doesn't chat - I felt I ought to ask her if she was going anywhere nice on holiday). I was weirdly nervous, but she didn't mangle it in any way. It's the shortest it's ever been. I look square-jawed and manly. Well, ish. From the neck up, and if you ignore my height. My proper hairdresser warned me when I first got it cut short that I might find it addictive, and I do a bit - I'm glad yesterday's hairdresser eventually stopped asking 'Any shorter than this?' 'cause I don't quite know where to stop. But anyway, yes. Successful hairdressing. Hairdressing is slightly faffing, so I'm glad to get it dealt with. Sometimes I wish I was in India (when I say sometimes I mean MOSTLY, obviously) where you can just find a man with a stool and some scissors on the pavement, and then you're away. Also if you're in India you can ask him to make you look like Shah Rukh Khan. I don't look much like Shah Rukh Khan.
In other news, I'm knitting a bag to keep my wool in. One person of my acquaintance found this disturbing in an turtles all the way down sort of a way.
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Wednesday, January 4th, 2012
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11:13 pm - I'LL BE OVER THERE.
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I just remembered the existence of Ċ½eljko Ivanek Daily after about two months' absence BYE FOR A BIT. (I feel this is insufficient for a LJ update, but also that Twitter wouldn't understand.)
ETA. Back now. It went REALLY NON DAILY while I was away.
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Tuesday, November 29th, 2011
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10:24 pm - Meme of Age.
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I keep thinking I have done my duty to LJ posting, and then time passes and I haven't posted anything in a week. So I shall meme. Because I can't think of anything to say. I can, but it's mostly 'I need a wee', and I'm trying to get out of the habit of announcing that to all and sundry. Someone once asked me how I politely excuse myself without using the word 'toilet' or any of its various synonyms. By using the word 'wee', as you can see.
This is the meme wherein someone gives you an age of your more youthful days and you answer three question pertaining to it. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=87.3) highfantastical gave me seventeen. Note that in the original meme the first statement was 'I was dating', but I have changed it to 'My significant relationships were' because a) I wasn't dating, b) even had I been 'dating' I wouldn't have been dating, I'd have been 'going out with', 'cause I'm British, c) it doesn't matter and d) I'm not still seventeen. LJ memes spend too much time being seventeen.
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My significant relationships were: My immediate family, but you know a fair bit about them. I still had all three grandparents I was born with at this point and regularly saw the maternal ones, but the familial rift with my father's mother - something to do with quiche, I think - would not be tentatively mended till the following year (I'd not seen her since I was six). Otherwise, I was in year 13 and had a nice little collection of friends. Sixth form was cosy - I went to a massive school and we'd gone from 350+ in the year group to something under 200. It felt relatively close-knit. Lots of bonding over card games in the library (nobody read in the library) and the swings in the local park when we were meant to be in games lessons. Folk had mostly grown out of childish cliqueyness, and a couple of people had learned to drive and acquired ropy old cars, so there was a bit of being driven around and going to the cinema every so often in the evening. Sadly I'm in touch with very few of my old schoolfriends these days, though my closest friend of that era is still my closest friend today.
I wanted to be: Probably Michael Schumacher's chief engineer - sometimes I genuinely think that's why I took up A-level maths halfway through the first term of year 12. I hadn't started writing, though I was interested in the notion of adapting classic texts for the television (unsurprising in 1997/8 - the middle of the Austen boom). Really though I wanted to be forever a high school student. I'd only recently been struck with the realisation that I would, in a few months' time, be actually really genuinely expected to stop going to school and living at home and doing all the things I'd been doing for as long as I could remember, which seemed a bit imposs to come to terms with. I was really quite happy at school.
I was living: Uninterestingly, with my parents, brother and two cats. I'd like to say on a pirate ship or a treehouse or nomadically in the desert with a camel, but mostly it was the norm. It was my final year at school (I would've turned 17 near the end of year 12) so I was primarily studying for and taking my A-levels. I say studying for. I mostly remember playing a lot of Tomb Raider and doing a 3d jigsaw of the Taj Mahal.
If you want an age to thrash out, pipe up in the comments.
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Saturday, November 5th, 2011
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3:48 pm - Meme.
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A meme I pinched from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=3) highfantastical.
SIX NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Six? Really? I've had six-plus nicknames in the past but I don't have six currents ones. Sorry. I do not go by 'Six'. Sam.
2. Whatho.
3. Tinty (I'm explaining nothing).
4. Tiddles, but only if you're my mother.
5. Mud. (School nickname - a friend, playing about 'Sam', came up with 'Schlam', and another friend, in a FRIENDLY GESTURE, pointed out that this is German for mud.
6. The guys just generally call me ... Duke. They don't call me Duke absolutely all the time. In fact, sometimes months can elapse and they won't call me Duke at all. So don't call me Duke in front of anyone. Because they might have forgotten. You know. That they call me Duke.
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Browny-grey-greeny-sludgey corduroy trousers.
2. A brushed-cotton checked shirt.
3. A purple v-neck jumper.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT VERY BADLY AT THE MOMENT:
1. I'm awaiting a lot of communications from various people who aren't being very communicative and it would be quite useful if they remembered to communicate.
2. I want a camel.
3. I want a wee, but not that badly.
THREE THINGS YOU DID LAST NIGHT:
1. I went to a little local fireworks display with my parents, which was lovely as I haven't been to one since I was about twelve.
2. I did about half the Guardian crossword.
3. I watched HIGNFY.
THREE PEOPLE YOU LAST TALKED TO ON THE PHONE:
1. My brother.
2. My parents (they aren't one person but I thought I'd include them together so I could fit in someone who isn't a member of my family, and then it'd look as though I have friends).
3. Yonmei.
THREE THINGS YOU ARE GOING TO DO TOMORROW:
1. On a Sunday? Not sure. 'Some writing', if I'm being good.
2. Walk up to the shop for the papers.
3. Talk to me bestest friend on the 'phone.
FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:
1. Kashmiri apple juice. I only had it once but it was amazing.
2. Milk.
3. Earl Gray tea.
4. Chai (specifically ginger and cardamom chai).
THREE THINGS THAT MADE YOU SMILE TODAY:
1. Lunch. It was haddock and a chips and a slice of lemon tart. It was very smile-inducing.
2. My parents' cat.
3. The lack of rain.
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Sunday, October 16th, 2011
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2:52 pm - Mittens. (GAUNTLETS.)
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I made mittens! Actually I would call these things gauntlets, but the recipe called them mittens. When I say recipe I mean pattern. The pattern did not specify stripes. I did that all by myself.
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Wednesday, September 21st, 2011
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9:42 pm - A brief overview.
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SORRY. That's for not saying anything. I keep meaning to. It's just laziness. Here's a brief overview.
1. I'm still not what you might call watching telly, as in ALL THE THINGS YOU WATCH THAT ARE LIKEN AS UNTO CODE TO ME, but I am watching and slightly loving The Great British Bake Off, and I want Mary-Anne to come 'round for a visit. A really lengthy visit. I would buy ingredients for her.
2. My back hurts like crazy, and also my hips. It might be a posture thing, or I might have forgotten what's a normal level of everyday pain and am just making a big noisy fuss, or I might be old, or it might be that I've been carrying backpacks full of rocks (it's a gardening thing), or it might be that I'm swimming twice a week for the first time in ever ('cause my parents live far nearer a swimming pool than I do) and I keep forgetting to warm up and also I continue to be convinced that the cure for swimming-related physical trauma is MORE SWIMMING. Ouch, though.
3. I have a swimming costume with legs. Little blue legs. I like it very.
4. Ireland's doing very well at rugby. I am following the rugby by remembering to check the scores every few days and filling in a chart that fell out of the Radio Times more than by actually watching it, but it seems to be working out fine. (Three of the first five teams on the left-hand side of the draw in pool D scored 49, and the other two scored 17. That is my exciting statistical observation.)
5. I think there's a fly in my left ear. No, really.
And that is all my significant news.
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Sunday, September 11th, 2011
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9:41 pm - Landslides to the left, massive gorges to the right.
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I'm watching Rhod Gilbert and Greg Davies drive along vertiginous Nepali roads during the monsoon, by choice, which I think foolish. But it does slightly remind me of India. Actually it's much scarier watching these roads than being on them. I was never on such scary mountain roads as these, and never in the rains, and obviously never at the wheel, but I did take a taxi from Dharamsala to Dalhousie and it wasn't dissimilar territory. I don't recall being nervous though. We were listening to The Beatles. Maybe you can't be nervous when you're listening to The Beatles. And Delhi from an autorickshaw was deranging but sort of thrilling. I didn't like the Aravalli hills from the back of an open jeep with a boy racer at the wheel. That much I'll say. Why are they deciding to drive to Kathmandu at night instead of stopping at a dhaba? They're being quite silly.
Also Ireland won its rugby match today, against the USA. Which TOTALLY counts.
Also I made flapjacks.
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Wednesday, September 7th, 2011
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11:22 pm - Numbers! That's how you make posts.
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1. I am Ireland in the rugby (in the sweepstake more than in actuality). It's the land of three quarters of my forefathers and foremothers, and I've never been there, and I don't know if they're any good at rugby, and if they're not I hope they can quickly learn. There are sweets at stake. I was Canada in 2007. Canada didn't even try.
2. If anyone's near the sea I'd like them to look at it carefully and check that it's properly behaving itself, 'cause as far as I can gather the tide's been in for forty-eight hours and I'm concerned that something may have happened to the moon.
3. I'm watching almost no telly at the moment. That's a lie. I'm watching Bargain Hunt and the news and Time Team and this evening I watched an Attenborough documentary about beings that build structures (army ants build structures out of themselves ... I've had this conversation before) and yesterday there was an episode of Dad's Army. What I mean is I'm not watching Star Trek Voyager or a new series from the US that I'll love for a season or so before it makes me hopping mad with rage, or gets cancelled. Yes, I DO FEEL EMPTY INSIDE. Probably it's because I'm keeping overly wholesome hours (I seem to be in bed before midnight and up at seven). Or there just isn't actually anything on. Does anyone get fannish about Bargain Hunt? Charles Hanson called Tim Wonnacott 'Daddy' on Monday. Does that help?
4. I'm racing my friends' babies on Facebook. You do it by weight. You should try it.
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Sunday, September 4th, 2011
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9:32 am - Apparently I haven't spoken for five days.
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I think it's because August's over and I don't watch much telly anymore.
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Wednesday, August 31st, 2011
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11:29 am - Naarmamo 2011 Day 31
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Here endeth Naarmamo 2011 and my opportunity to communicate to the outside world purely through the media of pencils and origami and photography and Harmony.
This morning I realised I hadn't drawn Shah Rukh Khan at all this year, which is a vile omission, so here he is. He is very happy that I have successfully completed Naarmamo 2011. He cares deeply about my every endeavour. YES HE DOES.
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Tuesday, August 30th, 2011
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1:20 pm - Naarmamo 2011 Day 30
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Will Hay in headmasterly garb ('cause I like drawing glasses). The scanner did some funny things to my shading - the mortar board looks solid black on the page but not at all on the screen - but nothing too egregious.
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Wednesday, August 24th, 2011
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12:43 pm - Naarmamo 2011 Day 24
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Little shell, to scale. If you're pressed for time, draw yourself a tiny box and don't go outside the lines ....
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Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011
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3:43 pm - Naarmamo 2011 Day 23
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Saturday, August 20th, 2011
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11:23 am - Naarmamo 2011 Day 20
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Gutted fish on a washing line (greyscaled, then with the colour put back into the line and pegs and innards, for larks). The upsetting thing is that I've also seen clothes on this line.
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Friday, August 19th, 2011
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12:42 pm - Naarmamo 2011 Day 19
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Jill Scott as Mma Ramotswe from the TV adaptation of The No1 Ladies' Detective Agency. She's lovely to draw. Her face is made of nice clean lines, which is thoughtful of it.
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Monday, August 15th, 2011
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1:28 pm - Naarmamo 2011 Day 15
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A driftwood ship on a seaweed sea is attacked by a zombie crab.
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Sunday, August 14th, 2011
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3:57 pm - Identity-eating.
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My friend who recently spawned has yet to commit the two hideous parental facebook practices I so loathe, and I'm slightly worried my having condemned them repeatedly to her face (before she was pregnant; and she did agree) might be stifling her newfound baby-induced (but still TOTALLY INEXCUSABLE) needs, 'cause she's very much proving the exception.
(The practices are replacing your profile photo with one of your offspring, WHICH I HATE, and tagging photos of your offspring with your own name, WHICH I HATE EVER MORE.)
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10:54 am - Naarmamo 2011 Day 14
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My lovely cat, Tinker, who died in March at the age of twenty-one (the photo this is based on was taken when he was about nineteen). He did feature in a couple of photos in previous naarmamos. This was done, oddly, with enamel paints (aside from a couple of blobs of red, yellow and green poster paints for the eyes and the nose; plus it's zoomed rather on the screen, hence the grainyness around the ears), because that's what was there. It's not great on paper but actually more malleable than I expected.
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Friday, August 12th, 2011
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6:47 pm - Naarmamo 2011 Day 12
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Wednesday, August 10th, 2011
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8:06 pm - Naarmamo 2011 Day 10
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