Watercooler Sub Zero: Ice Capades

I am eating loads of spicy food to drive it out. I made the hottest curry in the world last night. And super lempsip, which is honey lemon lemsip, mixed with cloves and cinnamon and lemon juice and honey. Actually, you could probably leave the lemsip bit out and it would be great anyway.

Also, I have new glasses. I feel like I'm on drugs, they are so strong. The world looks all bendy funny. But then suddenly I realised that I was able to read writing on posters FROM ACROSS THE ROOM. I feel like I have X-ray vision. I can see bus numbers all the way down the street! I have on the purple architects glasses today. Tomorrow I may wear the green ones.

Has Kerr made it over? Anyone know if there's any updates on his 'Rents and the accident? Ah well, I'll drop him an email and tell him we're here.

Just been offered more gigs by a promoter - and a live radio show! Eep! I have to think about this. Not to bite off more than I can chew and make it all not fun again, but it's so tempting when you're having a nice rush of energy and things seem to be happening.

Have four minutes left on the web cafe... there is a rolling walking thread on here somewhere, I think. If there's not, there should be.

I could easily have been Emsk. Everyone at her party has had the killer death lurgy. I'm going to blame O'Farrel, I could have sworn he was hiding a sneezing chicken.

i have realised i was heading for the lurgee all day the saturday of the party though. at the time i thought the swallowy throat was aftereffects of poptimism - too much shouting and laughing - but realised when i went to bed sunday morning it was the beginning of the edl. but WHO DID I GET IT FROM??

So that's where I left Camilla! You bastards ate her, didn't you?

Um, you would think, wouldn't you...(see link Gerry posted up there)

Has everyone been lost to that kittens thread then?

So, sandbox again! Did you all see that cuffufle on the other thread? I hate it when ILX starts arguing with itself, it all seems so undignified.

yeah, seriously. the spanish trapezist got threatened by a guy trying to hit her with an iron bar through his car window while she was cycling up cambridge heath rd the other day. must be cameras *everywhere* but obv the police aren't interested as she wasn't hurt or killed. not even a crime ref number. it really sounds like it might be worth chasing the insurance co - and apart from anything else, this fucker is going to keep driving like that if no one stops him, and who says the people in the next car he broadsides will be so lucky?

Emsk wasn't able to make it along with her nummy pancakes she told me that she was cooking in a txt I got from her

omg they were SO GOOD (ARE so good, there are lots in the fridge if anyone wants to pop round). they are these - http://www.astray.com/recipes/?show=Parsnip-potato%20pancakes

Larrikin Love. Were they good, Emsk?

larrikin love were actually a lot of fun. it was a proper Kids' Gig, y'know, everyone chucks their beer in the air when the band come on (we were safe up on the first balcony, phew), they crowdsurf at the mere sight of an electric guitar, the band come on in cheesy outfits for their last encore. but yeah, i liked them. i liked how they started out like a gypsy band then turned into a samba band at the end. i like that they have a violin and a cello but use them to make this raggedy noise, and i like their stage props: two goats, a hawk and a shark. tiny dancers, on the other hand, who were supporting, were appalling.

And I'm still having a lot of trouble getting used to my new prescription. Things far away look GRATE, super clear and crisp and almost disconsertingly so (like in those "objects in mirror may be closer than they appear" mirrors) but close up I am having a lot of trouble focusing mine eyes on the same thing, and when I do, even flat things look kind of 3-dimensional like mine eyes are doing those magic things that Emsk loves.

Got a lot of reading done yesterday, though. Finally finished "The Gentleman's Daughter", which was delightful. A good balance between academic theory and characterisation - these 18th Century womens' personalities really shone through. And got about halfway through Alain de Botton's "The Architecture of Happiness" which is just Katepr0n from end to end as I knew it would be.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/6356521.stm

It had me a little WTF?

I tried listening to Clipse on the tube today to try to rectify my mood, but it just made me feel more tense. Back to the new sloan then, which sort of did the trick (not quite all the way, tho).

I should have stuck with the Elizabethan Secret Service but it's oddly dry and academic for what should be an utterly intriguing (ha ha) subject.

New Sloan functions as topical anti-depressant. it is great that way.

Things I'd forgotten I had, even though I didn't buy them too long ago. It's funny the things that wear off. (Nathan Fake, Appliance) and the things that don't. (Espers, the Dandy Warhols)

I think that Welcome to the Monkey House is my ultimate musical anti-depressant. There is no way to be miserable listening to that album. Also, god, I had forgotten how much I shamelessly ripped off this album for early Shimuras stuff.

WOO-WOO! yeah. I am a scientist. I CAN LIVE ON SCIENCE ALONE-UH!!!

Where do all the hott single people go on Valentine's night?

Oh wait, no, that's just me. ;-)

(insert your own comments about there being no universe where I would be considered hott.)

Welcome to the Monkey House is my ultimate musical anti-depressant. There is no way to be miserable listening to that album

oh god, that album totally makes me miserable. because it is so BORING!

vd pubcrawl is being altered as nobody's prawn and i are both too skint. to go pubcrawling. eh h, what are plans now?

Or I might just buy loads of roses and give them out to single people in town. Maybe put my phone number round it. That could work!