by Suw on February 3, 2005
Yesterday I got the news that crw, my better half, has got the job he applied for at Six Apart. He starts working there as a Software Engineer on 1 March, so has to get all his stuff together and move across the country from Rochester NY to San Francisco before then. It's a big move, and it'll probably be stressful, but it is so going to be worth it.
I am so very happy and very proud. I am so delighted that the Trotts saw sense and hired one of the most intelligent, imaginative and genuinely lovely people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. </saccharine>
I'm just glad that 6A are in California and not Alaska cos I've been dying for a holiday in the sun for some time now.
by Suw on February 3, 2005
When I landed at Heathrow after an arse-chillingly cold few days in Boston, I went into the Body Shop and asked them for the most moisturising bath stuff they had. They recommended their Africa Spa Indulgent Bath and Shower Cream, so I bought some.
How ironic that after a week of using this stuff, my skin feels dryer and coarser than it did when the Boston cold was doing its very worst. I am now having to glue my skin back on with yacht varnish.
by Suw on February 3, 2005
Weird, weird dreams last night, containing a rather scary zombie attack from zombies who weren't quite as shambolic as Shaun of the Dead would have you believe. They knew where I was and they were coming to get me and doors and windows and walls weren't going to stop them.
I was only hiding out in that small triangular-shaped flat, high above the city cos I was trying to keep away from the rozzers after murdering two nasty men who had been following me with nothing but my own strength and a rather over-effective Vulcan nerve pinch. In retrospect I should possibly have got rid of their bodies more discretely, rather than carry them round with me for a bit and then just tossing them in the river. But my excuse is that the stars made me do it.
It was a beautiful night, but the stars seemed to be flickering. A lot. And moving. The city's skyscrapers shimmered prettily in the distance, and the big zooming asteroid that came hurtling through the sky to eventually flatten half the CBD leant a sort of apocalyptic beauty to everything. But it was ok, because a small talking fox with a passion for the number 9 joined me in the garden. We only had six chairs at the table at that point, but we managed to locate another three to make the fox happy.
However, it was deeply unfortunate that the fox should end up at immigration, only to be zipped up into a spare, empty suitcase to be taken to quarantine. They were going to burn the suitcase afterwards, but I worried that they might forget to let Mr Fox out first.
No celebrity cameos as far as I can remember, although I have had a couple in recent weeks, they weren't worthy of mention here.
Time for breakfast.
