GIT CHOR NOO ROCKS GIT CHOR FACKIN NOO FACKIN ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS DO YA GOOD PRICE MATE

[reddragdiva]

Having aimed to make B-Movie for nine or so, ali_anarres and I made it for about ten, 'cos I suck. Must work harder at skiving off before six on B-Movie weeks. By ten it closely resembled the inside of a tin of particularly goth sardines. I had a WONDERFUL time talking to everyone, dancing to dodgy '80s (the only time we came close to lynching the DJ was when Heaven 17 "Temptation" stopped and restarted ... twice in a row) and stealing everyone's soul with the shiny new battery-gobbler. One day I will work out how to get the shots off the camera. damerell and ickle_yuki stayed over; one of them must be a good luck charm, because we actually got a sodding taxi in less than geological time.

Spent the rest of the weekend with ickle_yuki. To Camden on Saturday to look at a poxy flat in a depressing block. It looked like a particularly scummy council flat, except that everything in the carpark was recent and expensive. Welcome to Camden. Where the real-estate agents wear combat trousers and Boy jackets. Two more flats to look at on Wednesday, one in Tufnell Park and one in Arsenal (near tube++; near football ground--).

After doing B-Movie in the Underground Shoes boots I bought on my UK holiday in late 2001, I decided that I'd had e-fucking-nough. It was high time to get something more comfortable, if painfully clichéd and semidisposable. Toured the twenty-seven or so shops in Camden High Street selling an almost-identical selection of New Rocks and grabbed a size 46 pair of Style 654 ankle boots, £85. I probably need size 48 to get past the instep of the higher boots, but securing those would resemble effort. In any case, I have what I need. I'M GOING TO BECOME A GOTH NOW! GET ME MY SP00KY MAKEUP! PH3AR MY NEW ROCK KEYRING!

(Has anyone found an ecologically sound use for surplus New Rock keyrings?)

Sunday was a quiet, cold shopping day. A small amount of shopping around Tottenham Court Road, a small amount of shopping in Camden, cripple myself breaking in the New Rocks, a drink at the Dev. Home to collapse.

This morning I woke up feeling like I'd died. Called in sick, only had to field one "where is my arse located again?" call from the boss; it looks like he can in fact learn if you beat information into him with a big enough hammer. Finally signed up with a GP and got to see the nurse straight away, who confirmed that the throat thing was not an infection (do something) but a virus (do nothing), and who also wrote me a script for Ventolin. Nurses can write scripts here? I'm impressed. The nurse and secretary were both very sweet, nice and helpful, and the surgery is five hundred metres from my house; I think I've struck it lucky. Of course, I'll be moving away as soon as ladylilith returns, if not before. Ah well.

Now playing my 'Dodgy Goth' folder. What makes bands do dodgy covers of "New Dawn Fades"? John Frusciante, Primal Scream, Moby ...

I really need to get around to the hardware work on this box. Half a gig of memory, second IDE cable (so the FAT32 MP3 drive is on the secondary chain), better video card (and then minusbat can have the old one back to use under NeXTStep). Particularly the memory. But I can't reboot now, I've so much LiveJournal to catch up on!

What the hell does one do with the superfluous eight-megabyte CompactFlash card that came with one's camera?

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Re: CF card

[reddragdiva]

8 meg? That's about, ahh, 8 minutes of MP3. You really don't want to do that, Dave.