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The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
I was going to make the bed...
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Monday, November 4, 2013
Observations at the Mall
I had to go the mall today to do some banking. Whilst there I had a late lunch. I really dislike malls, but they are a good place to people-watch. Except today. C'mon people, I've got a blog to write! I can't fill it with quirky observations on the human condition if you plebeian automatons refuse to provide fodder for my cannon of sarcastic, yet surprisingly humane, wit.
Sometimes the world just runs dry.
Sigh.
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Sometimes the world just runs dry.
Sigh.
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Ride an Electric Guitar
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Friday, November 1, 2013
Friday Cat Blogging
Bags, it's a cat thing- you woudn't understand.
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Just call me Sisyphus...
For the last week, I have been making the final corrections on my PhD thesis. I have gone over every page, multiple times, fixing commas and full stops. I have even removed words like "whilst" and "outwith" that my examiners didn't like- they, ironically, showing a preference for American-style English and not approving of some perfectly fine and proper Scottish words. (The rumour that I called Les Paul a "glaikit eejit" in chapter nine are completely false; it was chapter ten) At this point, all I want is a quiet life- or any life at all that doesn't involve electric guitars before 1930. Even with the work that has been done polishing the text, I still see little mistakes cropping up- things that really ought to be sorted, like awkward sentences that need to be sent to charm school. But I'm finding it hard to care; for now, I just want the boulder to stay on top of the hill.
I have other rocks to roll.
I have other rocks to roll.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
A Small Milestone
Today I cancelled my US cellphone. I sent out texts to everyone one in my phone-book that I thought would want my new number, shut the phone off, and removed the sim card, never to be used again. It feels a little strange - I had that number for five years, ever since moving to Arizona. It becomes a part of your identity, and so I guess I'm feeling as if I've lost a part of myself. If so, it's a part of myself I won't miss. There is no longer anything 480 319 4096 about me.
Coming back to Scotland has been difficult, both logistically and emotionally, but each passing day makes me more sure it was the right move.
All that's missing is a job.
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Coming back to Scotland has been difficult, both logistically and emotionally, but each passing day makes me more sure it was the right move.
All that's missing is a job.
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This is what inner peace looks like.
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