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Speaking of retail therapy
Oct. 1st, 2003 08:19 pmI'm caught somewhere between going back to pay as you go for my mobile because I never use it, or upgrading to a triband so that I can actually get in touch with and meet people at Convergence this time. (I figure I've got about 6 months of battery life in my current phone and will be needing another one just before we go out anyway).
Spent a good portion of this morning reading the Globe and Mail online, which made me unfeasibly homesick for some bizarre reason. (Normally, it just makes me proud to be Canadian). This, combined with new levels of bullshit at work, means that I will be heading to Toronto with my CV this time. I mean it. Really. I'm aware I said that the last two times (actually, the last time I think I had it on a disc but I was too dead after Convergence to do anything about it with the 3 days we had in Toronto).
This sentiment is helped along by the fact that it is the time of year when my loathing for the area we live in hits new heights. It's going to be another one of those years - we got mid-afternoon ordnance-grade fireworks last weekend, and if we're lucky only a few things blowing up a couple miles away every night. If we're not lucky the windows shake. And Bonfire Night is another month away. Living here is really good training for moving to a war zone, or at least learning to sleep in one.
More shops in the city centre had boards up where their windows had been put through today. Delightful. That's what few shops are still open, or haven't turned into sub-Primark shitty clothing stores. Hell, we have two huge Primarks on one street. You would not think this is one of the most prosperous cities in Britain looking at the city centre, thanks to the monument to conspicuous consumption that is the Cribbs Causeway Shopping Centre (which to be fair is good as these things go, but I work in town and would appreciate being able to shop there too).
I may or may not go cheer myself up by buying myself a shiny new TV. The existing one (nearly as old as me and fun for confusing the cable guy with) is seriously on the way out. I suspect I'll treat myself to another cheap second hand TV. There's just something wrong about owning a new TV.
I missed issue 2 of 1602 when it came out but the local comic shop are supposed to have another shipment coming in this week and are putting one aside from me. Even they aren't entirely clear on when Sandman: Endless Nights is hitting the shelves in this country, but that should make me feel better when it turns up.
Spent a good portion of this morning reading the Globe and Mail online, which made me unfeasibly homesick for some bizarre reason. (Normally, it just makes me proud to be Canadian). This, combined with new levels of bullshit at work, means that I will be heading to Toronto with my CV this time. I mean it. Really. I'm aware I said that the last two times (actually, the last time I think I had it on a disc but I was too dead after Convergence to do anything about it with the 3 days we had in Toronto).
This sentiment is helped along by the fact that it is the time of year when my loathing for the area we live in hits new heights. It's going to be another one of those years - we got mid-afternoon ordnance-grade fireworks last weekend, and if we're lucky only a few things blowing up a couple miles away every night. If we're not lucky the windows shake. And Bonfire Night is another month away. Living here is really good training for moving to a war zone, or at least learning to sleep in one.
More shops in the city centre had boards up where their windows had been put through today. Delightful. That's what few shops are still open, or haven't turned into sub-Primark shitty clothing stores. Hell, we have two huge Primarks on one street. You would not think this is one of the most prosperous cities in Britain looking at the city centre, thanks to the monument to conspicuous consumption that is the Cribbs Causeway Shopping Centre (which to be fair is good as these things go, but I work in town and would appreciate being able to shop there too).
I may or may not go cheer myself up by buying myself a shiny new TV. The existing one (nearly as old as me and fun for confusing the cable guy with) is seriously on the way out. I suspect I'll treat myself to another cheap second hand TV. There's just something wrong about owning a new TV.
I missed issue 2 of 1602 when it came out but the local comic shop are supposed to have another shipment coming in this week and are putting one aside from me. Even they aren't entirely clear on when Sandman: Endless Nights is hitting the shelves in this country, but that should make me feel better when it turns up.
