October 6th, 2006

I Miss America

Iconographic. Work reduction.

Inspired by the photo on the front of today's Seattle PI, I've made a new icon. I love the "I Miss America" sash the protester is wearing. I miss it, too - America before 9/11, before the neo-Con freaks took over the White House and made securing the wealth of their oil baron cronies their number-one priority. I miss a place where I felt like I could make posts like this and not have people knock on my door, where I didn't have to worry about being placed on a no-fly list if I attended a political protest or sent a letter to an official telling him that I think supporting torture and ending the right of habeus corpus is just plain wrong. I spent some time cruising the Post Intelligencer's photos from the protest, looking for familiar faces. I didn't find any, but the puppet head trio of evil was worth the whole thing.

I'm a bit irritated that I rushed into work only to find my 9 AM meeting was cancelled. On the other hand, I think I'm actually relieved, as it means I've got more time to work (or something). I started getting stressed about the big project we've got starting up on the 16th, and I was trying to figure out when I could stay late and work on test cases. I don't really see when - next week looks completely booked. Fortunately, my boss is also not in today, so I expect I'll be nipping out at 4 PM and heading to Putney to get my deposit paid. Huzzah!
Game

Gaming this weekend

Well ... only three people expressed even mild interest in gaming this weekend, and everyone's availability was different, so no games this weekend. We'll see about getting something organized after I've moved into my flat.
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Barbaro

I'd love to be TGIF instead of being Blue Friday

Once again, six PM rolled around and I felt flatter than a French pancake. I'd just finished paying the deposit on the flat and was standing at the East Putney tube stop, and suddenly I felt lonely and worn out and, "What am I doing here?" The stop is in no way pretty or charming (like Baron's Court), the houses just all seemed oppresive in their inaffordability, and I'd just been reminded again that I have no freaking money left in my account because HSBC still hasn't cashed that damned check.

I made it to Picadilly Circus and somehow came out right at the Criterion. The cheap seats were all obstructed view, and I couldn't stomach 20 pound seats (which weren't even really all that good) when I could have had them for ten if only I'd bought earlier. I just felt broke, broke, broke.

And then I got lost. I could see a church down one street and a pillar with a statue on top town another, but I suddenly didn't know where I was and there was no A to Zed to save me. I started panicking. I was hit by that feeling I got in Japan when I thought I don't speak the language, I will never be able to eat anything, except it was I'm in a town I don't know, I'm stuck here, and I am incapable of getting around on my own because this is not my home.

I did find the A to Zed and oriented myself, but all the joy had gone out of my evening and all I wanted to do was NOT rush around, have some noodles and a cider, and call the night done (and cheap). wechsler caught up with me at the TKTS office at Leiceister Square and didn't complain about the sudden change of plans. We went to Woo Sang for noodles (where I went to with robot_mel two weeks ago) and then walked back along my Path of Lost to a ship-themed pub (can't remember the name) for a pint and a chat. Then it was groceries and back to the flat. Woo, am I not living the life of great excitement? At any rate, it's 11 PM and I am, really and truly, calling it a night.