reflecting
Dec. 21st, 2004 12:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensWoke up late this morning. Apparently managed the feat of rolling over, turning off the alarm, and slipping back into Personal Znooze Mode without ever being conscious of the fact that the alarm had gone off and I should be getting up. In consequence ended up dressing at high speed and running down the road to get to the bus in time.
Which I did. And to the train in time. And got to work in time. I can only conclude that the excessive lateness of train and bus this evening, coupled with pouring rain, was some sort of karmic payback. Oh well. Better to be there on time than have it the other way round.
Cleared a whole pile of queries today. Go me.
Ordered a sloop of my own on PuzzlePirates, seeing that I'm now an officer in the crew. Heh. Heh heh. (Stop rubbing your hands together.) But it'll take 3 days to build in any case, so no immediate gratification.
Just eventual.
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Oh, lesser wizards warn us that a hiver distorts the mind of its host, curdling it and inevitably causing an early death through brain fever. I say, Poppycock! People have always been afraid of what they do not understand!
But I have understanding!!
This morning, at two o'clock, I captured a hiver with my device! And now it is locked inside my head. I can sense its memories, the memories of every creature it has inhabited. Yet, because of my superior intellect, I control the hiver. It does not control me. I do not feel that it has changed me in any way. My mind is as extraordinarily powerful as it has always been!!
At this point the writing is smudgy, apparently because Bustle was beginning to dribble.
Oh, how they have held me back over the years, those worms and cravens that have through sheer luck been allowed to call themselves my superiors! They laughed at me! BUT THEY ARE NOT LAUGHING NOW!!! Even those who called themselves my friends, OH YES, they did nothing but hinder me. What about the warnings? they said. Why did the jar you found the plans in have the words "Do Not Open in Any Circumstances!" engraved in fifteen ancient languages on the lid? they said. Cowards! So-called "chums"! Creatures inhabited by a hiver become paranoid and insane, they said! Hivers cannot be controlled, they squeaked!! DO ANY OF US BELIEVE THIS FOR ONE MINUTE??? Oh, what glories AWAIT!!! Now I have cleansed my life of such worthlessness!!! And as for those having the DISRESPECT YES DISRESPECT to hammer on my door because of what I did to the so-called Archchancellor and the College Council . . . HOW DARE THEY JUDGE ME!!!!! Like all insects they have NO CONCEPT OF GREATNESS!!!!! i WILL SHOW THEM!!!!! But . . . I insoleps . . . blit!!!!! hammeringggg dfgujf blort . . .
. . . And there the writing ends. On a little card beside the book some wizard of former times has written: All that could be found of Professor Bustle was buried in a jar in the old Rose Garden. We advise all research students to spend some time there, and reflect upon the manner of his death.
-- A Hat Full Of Sky, Terry Pratchett
Which I did. And to the train in time. And got to work in time. I can only conclude that the excessive lateness of train and bus this evening, coupled with pouring rain, was some sort of karmic payback. Oh well. Better to be there on time than have it the other way round.
Cleared a whole pile of queries today. Go me.
Ordered a sloop of my own on PuzzlePirates, seeing that I'm now an officer in the crew. Heh. Heh heh. (Stop rubbing your hands together.) But it'll take 3 days to build in any case, so no immediate gratification.
Just eventual.
---
Oh, lesser wizards warn us that a hiver distorts the mind of its host, curdling it and inevitably causing an early death through brain fever. I say, Poppycock! People have always been afraid of what they do not understand!
But I have understanding!!
This morning, at two o'clock, I captured a hiver with my device! And now it is locked inside my head. I can sense its memories, the memories of every creature it has inhabited. Yet, because of my superior intellect, I control the hiver. It does not control me. I do not feel that it has changed me in any way. My mind is as extraordinarily powerful as it has always been!!
At this point the writing is smudgy, apparently because Bustle was beginning to dribble.
Oh, how they have held me back over the years, those worms and cravens that have through sheer luck been allowed to call themselves my superiors! They laughed at me! BUT THEY ARE NOT LAUGHING NOW!!! Even those who called themselves my friends, OH YES, they did nothing but hinder me. What about the warnings? they said. Why did the jar you found the plans in have the words "Do Not Open in Any Circumstances!" engraved in fifteen ancient languages on the lid? they said. Cowards! So-called "chums"! Creatures inhabited by a hiver become paranoid and insane, they said! Hivers cannot be controlled, they squeaked!! DO ANY OF US BELIEVE THIS FOR ONE MINUTE??? Oh, what glories AWAIT!!! Now I have cleansed my life of such worthlessness!!! And as for those having the DISRESPECT YES DISRESPECT to hammer on my door because of what I did to the so-called Archchancellor and the College Council . . . HOW DARE THEY JUDGE ME!!!!! Like all insects they have NO CONCEPT OF GREATNESS!!!!! i WILL SHOW THEM!!!!! But . . . I insoleps . . . blit!!!!! hammeringggg dfgujf blort . . .
. . . And there the writing ends. On a little card beside the book some wizard of former times has written: All that could be found of Professor Bustle was buried in a jar in the old Rose Garden. We advise all research students to spend some time there, and reflect upon the manner of his death.
-- A Hat Full Of Sky, Terry Pratchett
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Date: 2004-12-22 12:52 pm (UTC)I can relate.
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Date: 2004-12-22 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-23 01:35 am (UTC)I have a link to a website on my other computer (that I really do intend to get back online with someday) that's a bunch of really great tombstone inscriptions. It's great fun.
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Date: 2004-12-23 09:01 am (UTC)