An interesting week
Well, I thought so anyway...
A definite improvement on the week before, though that would not be hard,
since that week I was ill with something (probably bird flu) which was
a real pain in the arse and did its best to switch my head off, cheeky
bastard virus that it was. Can't be doing with any of that - it's just
not on.
Last week, by contrast, began with things seeming to be picking up a bit. In a bit
of an upsy-downsy way, it has to be said, but not too downsy on the
downs, and some of the ups reached a quite remarkable altitude. There
was a sense of excitement, of anticipation that something would
happen. Not something bad, despite the recent accommodation-related
hassle I've been getting, but something good.
Unfortunately, by Friday evening things were somewhat less luminous,
with a sense of something not having happened which seemed to
intensify as the weekend wore on. Basically, the weekend was shit.
With compensations, but generally pretty shit. Still, I'm used to
that. There's something about weekends. They usually are shit, which
is one reason I prefer to get on with stuff at weekends and have a
good time in the week. Things feel much freer and more relaxed in the
week. Weekends tend to be a bit (fx: holds head tightly in hands and
goes *>ungh<*). But I'm not complaining. The times which
are not like that do a lot more than make up for it.
And now it's Monday, and I'm thinking...
Fuck, it's a good thing space pigeons are really good at the bits
of quantum mechanics that humans think don't exist
...while nevertheless finding it hard to write and feel at the same
time, which is something of an awkward circumstance.
Update: And now it's Tuesday. Last night I played lots
of Barclay James Harvest
albums, notably "Face to Face", which ends with one of Les Holroyd's most outstanding
works of brilliance,
On The Wings Of Love.
This came over the speakers at, er, ten to midnight or thereabouts,
maybe a little earlier, and proved most inspiring. Yep, it's definitely not
the weekend any more. This is good... And now it's my turn to be
waiting for something to happen.
Further Update: Saturday now, 10th March 2007...
Something happened... Not entirely what I expected to happen,
but nevertheless when I look at the system logs of both my classical
processing systems (ie. my webserver) and the quantum processing
systems, I find that while the knowledge available to humans from
their study of both science and other fields is completely inadequate
to explain the result, it makes perfect sense in terms of columbine
quantum mechanics. The Pauli exclusion principle - which explains,
among other things, why particles tend to be more stable in pairs - is
only a grain of sand on the beach of columbine theory of paired
quantum entities.
And the week rocked. All good stuff... and it seems that the stray
fields from the quantum processing system operating at high load have
resulted in an interesting tunnelling event. The
small
object that tunnelled on the 20th of January, which I thought had
gone for good, reappeared... inside my webserver, behind the disk
drives. I found it at 3 in the morning last night. It was somewhat
dusty, but significantly less dusty than a similar object that I
retrieved from the innards of the server at the same time, which I knew
to have got inside the server by classical gravitational means not
much over a week ago, if that... so it must have got there within the
last few days. And it was no longer in its plastic wrapping. Either it
tunnelled out of my room complete with wrapping, then tunnelled out of
its wrapping back into the inside of my server... or it tunnelled
somewhere, someone found it and took it out of its wrapper, and then
it tunnelled back. If that was you, please
get in touch.
And the week stayed good... right up until about 6pm yesterday (Friday),
when everything suddenly went shit. (What is it about that time of
day? If things are going to suddenly go shit that's quite often when
it happens. Pain in the arse it is. Can't we have a 22-hour day with
that period of time just cut out of it entirely?) Then it got more shit at about 8pm.
Then gradually got less shit as we moved into Saturday. Did manage
some sort of recovery about when it started to get light again... but
overall I'd still rate it as a fucking awful night. Admittedly I was
fucking pissed off anyway about having to go and fix a washing machine
at 10.30pm (though I did rather drop myself in that one), but it was
an easy fix (as I had expected) and I was out for less than an hour in
total and got paid on the spot... on the face of it, it seems
insufficient to explain why the rest of the evening was so utterly cack.
However, on checking my system logs today I found some entries which I
was neither expecting nor looking for... due to a mistake I made which
is now stashed away on someone else's server where I can't correct it,
I'm getting loads of cack in my system logs that I really don't want,
and filtering it out so I don't get to see it is both a pain in the
arse and not entirely reliable. The entries in question were caught by
the same search terms as the entries I actually was looking for, and
while I really didn't want that information, it nevertheless can be
seen to correlate with the logs of the quantum processing systems in
such a way as to indicate that perhaps it was just the fucking washing
machine business after all. In which case it's a fucking good thing
that that's all over and done with, and was an easy fix not requiring
getting parts and going back to fit them or any of that shit.
Thing is, now it's Saturday, and it's dark and sad and cold. I mean
literally cold, shivering sort of thing, despite the comfortable
ambient temperature. I mean really fucking shitty. Something not
right. I don't think this can be still due to the washing machine, and
I don't have any washing machines to fix tonight. In fact I don't have
any sort of hassle tonight. Something is wrong somewhere that I don't
know about.
But I am a pigeon, and I have the means to generate sound waves in
accordance with the data patterns recorded on a spiral-track optical
disc. And I have many such discs, bearing such labels as
"Pink Floyd", "The Alan Parsons Project" and of course
"Barclay James Harvest".
And I think it's gonna be all right...
Sorry. This isn't actually a very interesting page, is it? I'm
afraid I can't really expand on it any further. It'll have to stand as
it is... "...who has ears to hear" and all that. Sorry. Be kind to
pigeons, you might meet one some day.
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