As is becoming usual, I'm not even going to attempt to play catch up. Around five full months have passed since I last posted to this blog. This is disappointing to me, as the main reason for this blog was to keep me writing while the umpteen novels swirling around in my brain coalesced into something I could actually commit to paper (or electronic document of some form). So far, that part of the plan has been a pretty dismal failure. I have more notes, certainly, and maybe even a better grasp of the characters... but the stories themselves are still entirely nebulous, and every attempt to sit down and write them - even the little vignettes, related to yet separable from the main narratives - have thusfar been impossible to flesh out. That doesn't mean I'm giving up, just that I have to acknowledge that, perhaps, the time isn't right.
I've been having similar troubles with my other blogs... I have posts that are taking weeks to complete because I can't focus on them, and I'm struggling to maintain interest in the face of some ongoing and stressful real-world situations.
I've no doubt written about the shoddy state of the roof of my flat and my landlord's reluctance to do anything about it. I'm currently involved in a legal process which is set to conclude with me giving him a large sum of money. Voluntarily, I might add. Gladly, even, given what the expenditure grants me. Nothing shady. I am therefore quite baffled at his reluctance to accept my money, when he spent several years making demands for smaller sums (excessive though they were in the context), ostensibly for the upkeep of the building, only to continually neglect the upkeep of the building. Here is a man who has actually expressed the belief that being a landlord is a profit-making enterprise... and yet here I am (figuratively speaking) shouting "Shut up and take my money!" while shaking a fist containing what's left of my savings plus a generous donation from my family.
Then there's work. When I accepted a full-time position in a small company, I thought I was ready to go back into the perilous office environment. My 11 year stint in one company proved I could handle it, while the following three years of temping left me wanting a bit more security. More fool me, then, for taking a job in the very sort of small office environment that left me in need of a shrink around 20 years ago. Small companies might seem to offer a 'family environment', but one should carefully consider the darker aspects of family life, the suffocating, claustrophobic smallness of it - both physically and psychologically - and the bubbling, brooding tension of it before pining after a workplace with a 'family environment'. Small companies have to make tough decisions on a daily basis, and frequently make choices that seem nonsensical to an outsider. Small companies also invariably give rise to tin-pot dictators who feel inclined to exert control where it's neither wanted nor beneficial, and who get away with claiming expertise because no-one else in the upper echelons knows any damned better.
I'm also at a point in my life where I find myself reflecting on the (for the most part profoundly stupid) choices I've made over the years. I have much to be happy for, to be sure, but I can't help thinking I'd be in a better place if I'd gone left instead of right, zagged instead of zigged, dived instead of ducked.
So. Forgive me, gentle reader, if I have spared you my nigh-limitless font of opinions on the movies and TV shows I've seen over the last few months. It's not that I don't want to write about them (with the possible exceptions of the utterly dire Suicide Squad or the staggeringly predictable The Girl on the Train), it's just that my mind is elsewhere, and what little bile might rise on the subject is most often eased in conversations with my girlfriend when I get home from the cinema or when we switch off the TV.
That, in fact, is one small part of the most significant change in my life to precipitate the trailing-off of this blog. Living with another person seven days a week, 52 weeks a year for over two years so far has been a pretty big deal. In many ways, it's something I wish I'd written about more... but it feels somehow too private, too personal for this blog... which has always been about me, singular. Partnership never really entered into it.
And so, ten years after the first post, it feels again like The End, and yet The Beginning. I may well post here again in future, but I suspect I won't. As an ongoing project, //ƒuƶƶy[løgic] feels like it has run its course. If I look back on old posts, I don't even recognise myself as the writer most of the time.
It may well be that I start another blog, but I really don't feel like writing about personal stuff at present. If I thought I'd have the time and the inclination, I might consider a blog wholly devoted to the movies and TV shows I'm watching. Many people have told me I should be a critic... if only anyone could pin down a subject matter, since I can generally form an opinion on anything.
As ever, it's a case of "watch this space"...Only, not necessarily this specific space...
It's been real...
Friday, 21 October 2016
Monday, 16 May 2016
Change Is The Only Constant
I'm not even going to attempt to play catch-up, and write some kind of summary of the events over the couple of months since I last wrote anything here. Way too much has been happening, both at home and at work. I'm really kicking myself for not even writing up the movies I've seen recently, so here's a brief summary:
I actually liked Batman v Superman far more than I'd expected to, given the travesty that was Man of Steel (even assuming that movie was made purely to set up BvS, it's still exceptionally poor) not least because BvS is basically the first time we've seen, on film, Batman-as-Detective, and some more serious discussions between Bruce and Alfred about the 'need' for Batman. Sure, he kills a bunch of people along the way, but Hollywood has always had trouble with Batman's 'no killing' policy, and always plays fast and loose with it. Granted, the means of pitching the two against each other is tenuous at best, but it worked in the context of the movie. The biggest problems, from my point of view, were Jesse Eisenberg's Lex Luthor (or Lex Jr., I'm led to believe) who never managed to be the sinister, threatening mastermind he needed to be (although the "Grandma's Peach Tea" bit was awesome!), and the superfluous monster in the climactic battle. It wasn't perfect, by any means, but I actually enjoyed it.
Meanwhile, Captain America: Civil War suffered from the same malady as Avengers: Age of Ultron, in that it tried to cram far too much story into a single movie. What needed to be a deep insight into the difference of philosophy between Rogers and Stark, with far-reaching consequences in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, was boiled down to a family argument that led to fisticuffs in an airport. Yes, there were consequences... but this was a story that needed to unfold over time, whereas the threat - the division amongst the costumed heroes, much like the rise of Ultron and his clones in AoU - deserved time to grow before being solved with a few all-star punch-ups. This situation is less 'solved' than Ultron, granted, with the Cap basically in hiding and Tony Stark still kind of seething about everything, but it's the kind of story that either needed to be split across a couple of movies, or to be turned into a TV series. Plus, is it just me, or was it more of an Avengers movie than a 'true' Captain America flick? Sure, there was some focus on the Cap and his attempts to rekindle his bromance with Bucky, but too much else was going on... Perhaps, what they should have done was have Civil War movies devoted to the key characters (surely there's another Iron Man movie coming along soon?), rather than one movie for the whole event...
In other news, the weird dreams still come along now and then. I had one where my computer went very seriously wrong to the point where I switched it off intending never to turn it on again, then another which involved a kidnapping in the Star Trek universe - am I right in thinking there was an episode of The Next Generation where someone was beamed away from a planet/ship the moment they were beamed there, giving people the impression that there had been a transporter malfunction, and the person had been 'lost'? This was a lot like that... I don't recall who was kidnapped, but the investigation was pretty exciting.
Other big stuff: There was a plan for my girlfriend and I to take my niece for her first visit to the Science Museum (other uncle got the Natural History Museum, last year), which didn't go according to plan for several reasons. We arrived a good 15-30 minutes later than niece and family, and the day was already so rigorously timetabled that she started getting flustered when she wanted to keep playing on some of their edutainment games when we were supposed to be heading off for a guided walk around the space section. We left quite early in the afternoon, and she was pretty uppity - due to being tired, mainly - for the remainder of the day.
On the subject of the NHM, though, my girlfriend and I recently went to the Otherworlds exhibition - photographs of (and, in some cases, from) other planets in our solar system - and were thoroughly impressed... Though the day got off to an interesting start because we were in the cue behind a certain Hollywood star and his family...
Weird thing about this blog. I'm very conscious of the fact that it will have been going for ten years, come October. I'm also very conscious of the fact that I repeatedly neglect it for ages on end. I tend to find that, living with my girlfriend, I'm not so prone to the sort of introspection this blog has embodied for the last ten years. For the most part, I can't even be bothered to write about movies, TV shows, even books that I used to enjoy writing about. One of my other blogs is getting most of my attention, so I'm not stopping... I just kind of feel that the portion of my life that brought this blog into being is pretty much over, and that either I need to start something new, or just take a break from personal blogging (which I've basically been doing, intermittently, for the last couple of years).
Watch this space...
...Or, more likely, don't...
I actually liked Batman v Superman far more than I'd expected to, given the travesty that was Man of Steel (even assuming that movie was made purely to set up BvS, it's still exceptionally poor) not least because BvS is basically the first time we've seen, on film, Batman-as-Detective, and some more serious discussions between Bruce and Alfred about the 'need' for Batman. Sure, he kills a bunch of people along the way, but Hollywood has always had trouble with Batman's 'no killing' policy, and always plays fast and loose with it. Granted, the means of pitching the two against each other is tenuous at best, but it worked in the context of the movie. The biggest problems, from my point of view, were Jesse Eisenberg's Lex Luthor (or Lex Jr., I'm led to believe) who never managed to be the sinister, threatening mastermind he needed to be (although the "Grandma's Peach Tea" bit was awesome!), and the superfluous monster in the climactic battle. It wasn't perfect, by any means, but I actually enjoyed it.
Meanwhile, Captain America: Civil War suffered from the same malady as Avengers: Age of Ultron, in that it tried to cram far too much story into a single movie. What needed to be a deep insight into the difference of philosophy between Rogers and Stark, with far-reaching consequences in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, was boiled down to a family argument that led to fisticuffs in an airport. Yes, there were consequences... but this was a story that needed to unfold over time, whereas the threat - the division amongst the costumed heroes, much like the rise of Ultron and his clones in AoU - deserved time to grow before being solved with a few all-star punch-ups. This situation is less 'solved' than Ultron, granted, with the Cap basically in hiding and Tony Stark still kind of seething about everything, but it's the kind of story that either needed to be split across a couple of movies, or to be turned into a TV series. Plus, is it just me, or was it more of an Avengers movie than a 'true' Captain America flick? Sure, there was some focus on the Cap and his attempts to rekindle his bromance with Bucky, but too much else was going on... Perhaps, what they should have done was have Civil War movies devoted to the key characters (surely there's another Iron Man movie coming along soon?), rather than one movie for the whole event...
In other news, the weird dreams still come along now and then. I had one where my computer went very seriously wrong to the point where I switched it off intending never to turn it on again, then another which involved a kidnapping in the Star Trek universe - am I right in thinking there was an episode of The Next Generation where someone was beamed away from a planet/ship the moment they were beamed there, giving people the impression that there had been a transporter malfunction, and the person had been 'lost'? This was a lot like that... I don't recall who was kidnapped, but the investigation was pretty exciting.
Other big stuff: There was a plan for my girlfriend and I to take my niece for her first visit to the Science Museum (other uncle got the Natural History Museum, last year), which didn't go according to plan for several reasons. We arrived a good 15-30 minutes later than niece and family, and the day was already so rigorously timetabled that she started getting flustered when she wanted to keep playing on some of their edutainment games when we were supposed to be heading off for a guided walk around the space section. We left quite early in the afternoon, and she was pretty uppity - due to being tired, mainly - for the remainder of the day.
On the subject of the NHM, though, my girlfriend and I recently went to the Otherworlds exhibition - photographs of (and, in some cases, from) other planets in our solar system - and were thoroughly impressed... Though the day got off to an interesting start because we were in the cue behind a certain Hollywood star and his family...
Weird thing about this blog. I'm very conscious of the fact that it will have been going for ten years, come October. I'm also very conscious of the fact that I repeatedly neglect it for ages on end. I tend to find that, living with my girlfriend, I'm not so prone to the sort of introspection this blog has embodied for the last ten years. For the most part, I can't even be bothered to write about movies, TV shows, even books that I used to enjoy writing about. One of my other blogs is getting most of my attention, so I'm not stopping... I just kind of feel that the portion of my life that brought this blog into being is pretty much over, and that either I need to start something new, or just take a break from personal blogging (which I've basically been doing, intermittently, for the last couple of years).
Watch this space...
...Or, more likely, don't...
Saturday, 27 February 2016
A Bit of a Nightmare
It's very rare, these days, that I have something that I can honestly describe as a nightmare. I have weird dreams, sure, and I occasionally have zombie dreams, but it's not often that a dream plays out like a horror movie... Which is probably a good thing, all told.
One dream I had last week was quite interesting, in that it was rather graphic in places, but included certain recognisable elements. I am, however, kicking myself for not making a few notes about it on my way to work the following morning, because I'm sure I'm not going to do it justice now...
It all seemed to revolve around the house from the TV show Being Human (that's the original one, in Bristol, in the BBC version), which was all boarded up following some horrific events - ritualistic murders, I gathered - at some point in the past. Two men seemed to be involved, one apparently a local vicar of Indian descent, the other I don't remember anything about in particular - he was just 'some guy'. The story seemed to go that some kind of TV journalist was looking into the story, and broke into the house, but ended up getting caught when the vicar and his partner somehow returned.
The graphic part involved the journalist getting tortured while tied down to some kind of makeshift altar. The main implement of torture was some kind of long fork - a cross between the sort of thing you'd use to keep a joint of meat still for carving, and the large spork-type thing you might use to serve a salad - the flat of which was applied to the journalist's eyeballs. It was about this point that, mercifully, I woke up.
Weirdly, though, this wasn't the most disturbing dream I've had lately, as there have been two separate instances - days apart - of dreams involving a former colleague (notable at the time for his somewhat aberrant behaviour - everything from deliberately cocking things up to ensure people came back to him to ask for his help in fixing it to outright threatening behaviour - and a creepy obsession with me, briefly alluded to in my very first post). In the first, sometime during the week before last, he boarded a (thankfully crowded) tube train I was already on, forcing me to hide behind my book and the crowds of people to avoid being seen, only for a mutual acquaintance to attempt to draw attention to me. In the most recent one, I think on Wednesday night, he decided to tag along - basically stalking me - while I was having a day out with my best mate, my sister and, for no readily apparent reason, Richard Branson. Bad enough that my mate was upset about Branson's presence... for my erstwhile stalker to have returned made it all distinctly uncomfortable.
The weirdest part is how and why these dreams have occurred at all - I've not seen or even heard of this guy in something approaching a decade, and he hasn't crossed my mind in years, so I'm a little freaked out by his appearance in two dreams within about a week of each other.
The first busy period of the year at work is now out of the way, and we're now in to a complete lull ahead of one of our bigger annual projects. On the upside, this means I can get in a bit of training with my colleagues. That's the idea, at least... we'll have to see how it goes...
One dream I had last week was quite interesting, in that it was rather graphic in places, but included certain recognisable elements. I am, however, kicking myself for not making a few notes about it on my way to work the following morning, because I'm sure I'm not going to do it justice now...
It all seemed to revolve around the house from the TV show Being Human (that's the original one, in Bristol, in the BBC version), which was all boarded up following some horrific events - ritualistic murders, I gathered - at some point in the past. Two men seemed to be involved, one apparently a local vicar of Indian descent, the other I don't remember anything about in particular - he was just 'some guy'. The story seemed to go that some kind of TV journalist was looking into the story, and broke into the house, but ended up getting caught when the vicar and his partner somehow returned.
The graphic part involved the journalist getting tortured while tied down to some kind of makeshift altar. The main implement of torture was some kind of long fork - a cross between the sort of thing you'd use to keep a joint of meat still for carving, and the large spork-type thing you might use to serve a salad - the flat of which was applied to the journalist's eyeballs. It was about this point that, mercifully, I woke up.
Weirdly, though, this wasn't the most disturbing dream I've had lately, as there have been two separate instances - days apart - of dreams involving a former colleague (notable at the time for his somewhat aberrant behaviour - everything from deliberately cocking things up to ensure people came back to him to ask for his help in fixing it to outright threatening behaviour - and a creepy obsession with me, briefly alluded to in my very first post). In the first, sometime during the week before last, he boarded a (thankfully crowded) tube train I was already on, forcing me to hide behind my book and the crowds of people to avoid being seen, only for a mutual acquaintance to attempt to draw attention to me. In the most recent one, I think on Wednesday night, he decided to tag along - basically stalking me - while I was having a day out with my best mate, my sister and, for no readily apparent reason, Richard Branson. Bad enough that my mate was upset about Branson's presence... for my erstwhile stalker to have returned made it all distinctly uncomfortable.
The weirdest part is how and why these dreams have occurred at all - I've not seen or even heard of this guy in something approaching a decade, and he hasn't crossed my mind in years, so I'm a little freaked out by his appearance in two dreams within about a week of each other.
The first busy period of the year at work is now out of the way, and we're now in to a complete lull ahead of one of our bigger annual projects. On the upside, this means I can get in a bit of training with my colleagues. That's the idea, at least... we'll have to see how it goes...
Sunday, 7 February 2016
Playing Politics
Even these days, having had a variety of office jobs over a period of a little over 20 years (when did my job become a career?!), I harbour a small disquiet that, sooner or later, office politics will be my downfall. It happened in my early 20s - where a misunderstanding of the dynamic between me (essentially a newbie in the office) and a (senior) colleague led to some poor decisions that made my position untenable (and led to me seeing a shrink for a while). Nothing like it has ever happened since - I've made mistakes, certainly, but never the same ones - yet there is still a nagging sensation that I'm bound to fuck up again sooner or later, which has me almost constantly on my guard and not very trusting in an office environment. So when one of my colleagues recently fell foul of office politics (or, in a way, someone else's misunderstanding thereof), I started feeling quite uneasy.
The situation is this: the structure of the company changed recently, with our bon vivant boss departing (ousted, I suspect, due to other, unrelated office politics), with the void filled by the head bean-counter. Having an accountant officially in charge of a company is, in my humble opinion, never a good idea because their only concern is keeping the company solvent, at the expense of keeping the employees happy, and the client/provider relationships healthy. Running an entire company requires that a balance be found - generally in favour of the finances, but a balance nonetheless - and I really don't think he's going to manage that. The problems experienced by my colleague are both evidence and symptoms of this.
Part of the problem is that the guy who now runs the company has a certain manner about him - abrasive, but generally humourously so - and, with my colleague being still quite a recent addition to the company, this has led him to believe that a certain amount of backchat/banter is permissable. Of course, if that were true, that was before the restructuring. Now the guy is running the company, he clearly feels he's entitled to everyone's respect and deference. That's all well and good but, as the head of the company, he has to be equally cautious about how he treats everyone else. Or he would, if it weren't for the fact that he's also the closest we have to Human Resources.
But I digress...
A few months back, my colleague (and I, as I can hardly claim to be blameless in this particular matter) failed to check a certain element of a job, which made it rather more costly than it needed to be. He decided - off his own back - to personally apologise for his slip-up, and was met with rather childish scorn. It's possible - due to his perception of the level of banter between them - that he said something unwise in response. Based on the conversation I had with my head of department last week, I strongly suspect that all the complaints that have arisen about my colleague stem partly from there. Nothing in that meeting was new, and the fact that his somewhat costly cock-up came up at all, along with another, only slightly more recent cock-up where he didn't think to double-check the quantities provided for an order, tends to suggest that the company's newly promoted head holds grudges.
Another side to the issue is that our head of department isn't in anyone's good books. While my own promotion is ostensibly intended to take certain pressures off our boss, there are other factors at play. Just one of those factors is a sustained, harsh, and only partially deserved campaign of criticism. But when our boss is criticised, that invariably gets passed on to the rest of us.
There was also some discussion on the subject of 'common sense' - which some feel my colleague is lacking - but, these days (evidence of a certain mellowing of my attitudes in my old age), I tend to say that 'common sense' is common only to a specific individual, and that it comes from their background and experience, so expecting someone else to display the same 'common sense' is ridiculous.
Needless to say, I have advised my colleague to be on his guard, and not engage in any further office banter, while also assuring him that I am hearing good things about his work as well (strange that it doesn't seem to get communicated to him directly, but hey...). I've also restated to our boss that he feels he has been assigned some tasks which are outside his current skill set, and that they are passed to him with insufficient instruction. Our boss acknowledged this, at least.
There's probably more I could write about, but this has been a bit of a struggle - I don't much like writing about office politics, and it all gave me a couple of sleepless nights last week.
Instead, I shall start writing about telly.
The new series of Gotham, for example, which started to lose me from the outset. Gordon becoming just as corrupt as the city he had originally vowed to clean up (it comes to something when Bullock is less tainted by misdeeds than Gordon!), Bruce being pretty stupid (blowing up a secret door rather than figuring out the password, which was his own name!), and a new villain, intent on taking over the city by means of some ridiculously theatrical, staged criminal activities, starting with the breaking out of a bunch of Arkham Asylum residents, then setting them loose on the city. They were so clearly setting up one of the escapees to be The Joker, but then killed him off in a manner than suggests that the eventual true Joker will effectively be the result of a gypsy curse. Another of the escapees is Gordon's former girlfriend, who now wants nothing more than to get back together with him... I was all set to switch off permanently recently, when a new Police Captain was introduced to the Gordon's GCPD precinct, played by none other than Michael Chiklis... So now I'm slightly more keen to keep watching. Albeit reluctantly. That one event did highlight a huge cock-up on the part of the writers, though: Gordon was sacked at the end of the last series, and only got his job back by doing a favour for the Penguin, who then 'encouraged' the incumbent Police Commissioner to retire, resulting in the promotion of Gordon's erstwhile Captain to that coveted role. She was Commissioner long enough to reinstate Gordon, then got killed by the escaped lunatics on something like her second day in the new job. But why, given that the former Police Commissioner worked elsewhere, was she even still at Gordon's precinct, evidently functioning as Captain and Commissioner? And now there's no living Police Commissioner, why is the new arrival only a Captain?
Agents of SHIELD returned without much fanfare but, in its opening episode, introduced a character that looked so much like Blackheart, I'm sorely disappointed to find that it's (probably) not. It's always watchable as a show, thanks to a very charismatic cast, but I frequently wonder about the direction of the show.
Other than that, most of what I'm watching is First Dates (which may feature someone I used to work with) and Bridezillas (which constantly has me wondering why the couples it features even stay together, let alone attempt to get married and, sadly, we've had only one acrimonious on-camera split on the big day... So far), and wasting the rest of my time on the interwebs, doing very little of any import.
But this week sees the return of The X-Files, and what I hear so far isn't good. Like many people, I do wonder why they felt the need to bring it back (not least because I have the boxed set of the original series on DVD, so I'm not exactly missing the show or feeling unduly nostalgic), but it's only a short series, so hopefully it can't stray too far from the old, successful formula.
The situation is this: the structure of the company changed recently, with our bon vivant boss departing (ousted, I suspect, due to other, unrelated office politics), with the void filled by the head bean-counter. Having an accountant officially in charge of a company is, in my humble opinion, never a good idea because their only concern is keeping the company solvent, at the expense of keeping the employees happy, and the client/provider relationships healthy. Running an entire company requires that a balance be found - generally in favour of the finances, but a balance nonetheless - and I really don't think he's going to manage that. The problems experienced by my colleague are both evidence and symptoms of this.
Part of the problem is that the guy who now runs the company has a certain manner about him - abrasive, but generally humourously so - and, with my colleague being still quite a recent addition to the company, this has led him to believe that a certain amount of backchat/banter is permissable. Of course, if that were true, that was before the restructuring. Now the guy is running the company, he clearly feels he's entitled to everyone's respect and deference. That's all well and good but, as the head of the company, he has to be equally cautious about how he treats everyone else. Or he would, if it weren't for the fact that he's also the closest we have to Human Resources.
But I digress...
A few months back, my colleague (and I, as I can hardly claim to be blameless in this particular matter) failed to check a certain element of a job, which made it rather more costly than it needed to be. He decided - off his own back - to personally apologise for his slip-up, and was met with rather childish scorn. It's possible - due to his perception of the level of banter between them - that he said something unwise in response. Based on the conversation I had with my head of department last week, I strongly suspect that all the complaints that have arisen about my colleague stem partly from there. Nothing in that meeting was new, and the fact that his somewhat costly cock-up came up at all, along with another, only slightly more recent cock-up where he didn't think to double-check the quantities provided for an order, tends to suggest that the company's newly promoted head holds grudges.
Another side to the issue is that our head of department isn't in anyone's good books. While my own promotion is ostensibly intended to take certain pressures off our boss, there are other factors at play. Just one of those factors is a sustained, harsh, and only partially deserved campaign of criticism. But when our boss is criticised, that invariably gets passed on to the rest of us.
There was also some discussion on the subject of 'common sense' - which some feel my colleague is lacking - but, these days (evidence of a certain mellowing of my attitudes in my old age), I tend to say that 'common sense' is common only to a specific individual, and that it comes from their background and experience, so expecting someone else to display the same 'common sense' is ridiculous.
Needless to say, I have advised my colleague to be on his guard, and not engage in any further office banter, while also assuring him that I am hearing good things about his work as well (strange that it doesn't seem to get communicated to him directly, but hey...). I've also restated to our boss that he feels he has been assigned some tasks which are outside his current skill set, and that they are passed to him with insufficient instruction. Our boss acknowledged this, at least.
There's probably more I could write about, but this has been a bit of a struggle - I don't much like writing about office politics, and it all gave me a couple of sleepless nights last week.
Instead, I shall start writing about telly.
The new series of Gotham, for example, which started to lose me from the outset. Gordon becoming just as corrupt as the city he had originally vowed to clean up (it comes to something when Bullock is less tainted by misdeeds than Gordon!), Bruce being pretty stupid (blowing up a secret door rather than figuring out the password, which was his own name!), and a new villain, intent on taking over the city by means of some ridiculously theatrical, staged criminal activities, starting with the breaking out of a bunch of Arkham Asylum residents, then setting them loose on the city. They were so clearly setting up one of the escapees to be The Joker, but then killed him off in a manner than suggests that the eventual true Joker will effectively be the result of a gypsy curse. Another of the escapees is Gordon's former girlfriend, who now wants nothing more than to get back together with him... I was all set to switch off permanently recently, when a new Police Captain was introduced to the Gordon's GCPD precinct, played by none other than Michael Chiklis... So now I'm slightly more keen to keep watching. Albeit reluctantly. That one event did highlight a huge cock-up on the part of the writers, though: Gordon was sacked at the end of the last series, and only got his job back by doing a favour for the Penguin, who then 'encouraged' the incumbent Police Commissioner to retire, resulting in the promotion of Gordon's erstwhile Captain to that coveted role. She was Commissioner long enough to reinstate Gordon, then got killed by the escaped lunatics on something like her second day in the new job. But why, given that the former Police Commissioner worked elsewhere, was she even still at Gordon's precinct, evidently functioning as Captain and Commissioner? And now there's no living Police Commissioner, why is the new arrival only a Captain?
Agents of SHIELD returned without much fanfare but, in its opening episode, introduced a character that looked so much like Blackheart, I'm sorely disappointed to find that it's (probably) not. It's always watchable as a show, thanks to a very charismatic cast, but I frequently wonder about the direction of the show.
Other than that, most of what I'm watching is First Dates (which may feature someone I used to work with) and Bridezillas (which constantly has me wondering why the couples it features even stay together, let alone attempt to get married and, sadly, we've had only one acrimonious on-camera split on the big day... So far), and wasting the rest of my time on the interwebs, doing very little of any import.
But this week sees the return of The X-Files, and what I hear so far isn't good. Like many people, I do wonder why they felt the need to bring it back (not least because I have the boxed set of the original series on DVD, so I'm not exactly missing the show or feeling unduly nostalgic), but it's only a short series, so hopefully it can't stray too far from the old, successful formula.
Sunday, 24 January 2016
You Win Some, You Lose Some
Back when I was temping, I had to set myself up for self assessment on my income tax because some of my employers didn't deal with that on my behalf (which would mean I owed money), while some dealt with it in the most basic way available (which meant I was owed money), and it generally worked in my favour to get it all evened out. The last year I worked as a temp, for example, I was owed a few hundred quid because my main employer that year did my income tax at the emergency rate - 20% on everything. For the tax year 2015-16, since I took a permanent position within a company right at the start of April, I should have taken myself off self assessment as it was no longer necessary. I couldn't do so for 2014-15 because one of my empoyers back in 2013-14 neglected to pay me (claiming eventually that they'd 'lost' my invoice, but never bothering to query it with me, or respond to my enquiries until my agency got involved), so that money only materialised (untaxed) in the 2014-15 tax year. I also put off dealing with my tax return until yesterday (a whole 8 days before the deadline) because I'm very good at procrastinating, and I find the experience of filling in my tax return somewhat... ahem... taxing.
Annoyingly, had that late-paying employer given me my money at the correct time, its impact would have been negligible. That is to say, the rebate I got was so unexpectedly large, the reduction caused by the additional money I was owed would still have left me with an unexpectedly large tax rebate. Unfortunately, due to my change in circumstances, my self assessment for 2014-15 revealed that I owed basically 20% on those late earnings...
Now, because I neglected to take myself off self-assessment, I have to file a return for 2015-16 in April... but at least I now have plenty of time to sort out taking myself off self-assessment for 2016-17, and this year's tax return will be far more simple. I'll aim to call them tomorrow evening, to get it out of the way... This is one thing I really don't want to put off. [EDIT: Having called them, they've taken me off self-assessment and I don't have to do one for 2015-16 after all... Starting the year off with a pleasant surprise (except for having to pay extra on 2014-15, that is).
In other news, I've had a couple more weird dreams lately. The first, from last week, was basically a Doctor Who story: the Doctor (Capaldi - nice that my dreams are keeping up to date) and companion (not one I recognised) arrived on a space station which, to cut a long story short, was operated by androids who didn't know they were androids. Think Blade Runner-style Replicants. I don't recall what the resolution of this story was, but there seems to have been some grand controlling intelligence running the space station and rebuilding its staff as androids without actually letting them know. Whether they were replaced after their lives ended naturally or through accidents, or whether they were being deliberately killed and replaced, I don't know... But I do recall there was some element of reconstructing some additional characters based on the memories of others so, for example, if someone died and got replaced by an android, that android might suddenly find their childhood pet was aboard, or an old flame, or a child who had died... So there was an element of benevolence to the grand controlling intelligence's machinations, whatever its overall game plan.
However, when the Doctor tried to leave, and found himself in what seemed to be a new location, it was actually just another section of the same space station (or perhaps a newly-built section just for the Doctor). Before this became apparent, however, he ran into River Song, already investigating the location with a companion of her own (or just hanging around with someone who lived in the station). Since the details of this dream have become a little vague - and I'm still not sure whether this bit was a continuation of the same dream on the same night, or whether the previous part happened some other night - all I can really remember is that this River Song somehow revealed herself to be an android built out of the Doctor's memories of her. This evidently upset the Doctor on a number of levels, as he ended up dismantling the River android and throwing the pieces out of the airlock, before announcing to the grand controlling intelligence that he was coming for it... at which point I woke up.
Last night's dream wasn't a Doctor Who story, but it easily could have been. Taking place on a version of Earth that had been conquered by aliens, I was wandering around with a couple of other people, and we happened upon an alien equivalent of frogspawn in a sewer/river overflow pipe. It transpired that one of the greatest strengths of the diminutive alien invaders was that any we killed were immediately replaced... So finding their egg sacs was hugely important, as it meant we could kill off the potential replacements before killing off the mobile aliens, and thus reduce their numbers more effectively. Of course, we needed to determine how best to destroy the eggs - gunshots would only take care of one at a time, and blades or bludgeons would take too long. We eventually determined that fire was the most effective weapon, as it would spread naturally throughout the collection.
Weirdly, we went into a nearby hotel's bar, and I convinced the barmaid to hand over a cigarette lighter. One of my companions revealed that she and the other companion already had cigarette lighters I could have borrowed but, treating the barmaid's disposable lighter with somewhat undue reverance, I told her I'd not only get it back to her, but that I'd try not to use it in the first place, as fire (and lighter fluid, evidently) were going to be critically important to the efforts to reclaim our planet from the invaders. We went back to the egg sac in the pipe and set about preparing to destroy it, only to be discovered by a group of the (surprisingly cute-looking) aliens, and I don't remember anything more before waking up.
2016 is off to an interesting start at work, with my boss now keen to pass on to me a lot of what were her responsibilities. From what we've discussed so far (not much) it almost sounds as though it will soon get to the point where our overall manager is manager in title (and propensity for telling people what to do) alone, while I'm actually doing the day-to-day management. We were supposed to have a meeting about it last week but, following my extended absence, she seems to have decided that she's due some attention/sympathy and, despite sounding and acting fine, is claiming to be very unwell. After skipping the meeting for the three days she was in last week because we were all so busy, she suggested phoning me on Friday to discuss it all... but then didn't. Still, there's plenty for all of us to discuss next week, with a big project fast approaching its deadlines. Somehow, I doubt it's going to go according to plan...
Annoyingly, had that late-paying employer given me my money at the correct time, its impact would have been negligible. That is to say, the rebate I got was so unexpectedly large, the reduction caused by the additional money I was owed would still have left me with an unexpectedly large tax rebate. Unfortunately, due to my change in circumstances, my self assessment for 2014-15 revealed that I owed basically 20% on those late earnings...
In other news, I've had a couple more weird dreams lately. The first, from last week, was basically a Doctor Who story: the Doctor (Capaldi - nice that my dreams are keeping up to date) and companion (not one I recognised) arrived on a space station which, to cut a long story short, was operated by androids who didn't know they were androids. Think Blade Runner-style Replicants. I don't recall what the resolution of this story was, but there seems to have been some grand controlling intelligence running the space station and rebuilding its staff as androids without actually letting them know. Whether they were replaced after their lives ended naturally or through accidents, or whether they were being deliberately killed and replaced, I don't know... But I do recall there was some element of reconstructing some additional characters based on the memories of others so, for example, if someone died and got replaced by an android, that android might suddenly find their childhood pet was aboard, or an old flame, or a child who had died... So there was an element of benevolence to the grand controlling intelligence's machinations, whatever its overall game plan.
However, when the Doctor tried to leave, and found himself in what seemed to be a new location, it was actually just another section of the same space station (or perhaps a newly-built section just for the Doctor). Before this became apparent, however, he ran into River Song, already investigating the location with a companion of her own (or just hanging around with someone who lived in the station). Since the details of this dream have become a little vague - and I'm still not sure whether this bit was a continuation of the same dream on the same night, or whether the previous part happened some other night - all I can really remember is that this River Song somehow revealed herself to be an android built out of the Doctor's memories of her. This evidently upset the Doctor on a number of levels, as he ended up dismantling the River android and throwing the pieces out of the airlock, before announcing to the grand controlling intelligence that he was coming for it... at which point I woke up.
Last night's dream wasn't a Doctor Who story, but it easily could have been. Taking place on a version of Earth that had been conquered by aliens, I was wandering around with a couple of other people, and we happened upon an alien equivalent of frogspawn in a sewer/river overflow pipe. It transpired that one of the greatest strengths of the diminutive alien invaders was that any we killed were immediately replaced... So finding their egg sacs was hugely important, as it meant we could kill off the potential replacements before killing off the mobile aliens, and thus reduce their numbers more effectively. Of course, we needed to determine how best to destroy the eggs - gunshots would only take care of one at a time, and blades or bludgeons would take too long. We eventually determined that fire was the most effective weapon, as it would spread naturally throughout the collection.
Weirdly, we went into a nearby hotel's bar, and I convinced the barmaid to hand over a cigarette lighter. One of my companions revealed that she and the other companion already had cigarette lighters I could have borrowed but, treating the barmaid's disposable lighter with somewhat undue reverance, I told her I'd not only get it back to her, but that I'd try not to use it in the first place, as fire (and lighter fluid, evidently) were going to be critically important to the efforts to reclaim our planet from the invaders. We went back to the egg sac in the pipe and set about preparing to destroy it, only to be discovered by a group of the (surprisingly cute-looking) aliens, and I don't remember anything more before waking up.
2016 is off to an interesting start at work, with my boss now keen to pass on to me a lot of what were her responsibilities. From what we've discussed so far (not much) it almost sounds as though it will soon get to the point where our overall manager is manager in title (and propensity for telling people what to do) alone, while I'm actually doing the day-to-day management. We were supposed to have a meeting about it last week but, following my extended absence, she seems to have decided that she's due some attention/sympathy and, despite sounding and acting fine, is claiming to be very unwell. After skipping the meeting for the three days she was in last week because we were all so busy, she suggested phoning me on Friday to discuss it all... but then didn't. Still, there's plenty for all of us to discuss next week, with a big project fast approaching its deadlines. Somehow, I doubt it's going to go according to plan...
Monday, 18 January 2016
New Year, New... Something
I'll grant you that it's not absolutely necessary to blog about Christmas and New Year, but the whole point of a blog, surely, is to document things that happen (as well as things that don't happen, things you wish would/would not happen, etc.), and my last few weeks have hardly been uneventful. I'm not quite sure what's happening here, but this particular blog just doesn't feel as 'relevant' anymore... when I'm in the mood to write (which isn't as often as I'd like), my efforts tend to go on other blogs (though the new one I started a couple of months ago still hasn't received its inaugural post). By the time I feel like writing about something personal, I can't remember all the details...
Anyway...
It might be considered ironic but, shortly after a health-related post at the end of November, I became quite ill. Since I'm normally almost ridiculously healthy, I thought I simply had a persistent cold/cough, but it turned out to be a chest infection. While this didn't cause me to miss out on Star Wars: The Force Awakens, I did miss out on another couple of other events my girlfriend and I had bought tickets for - Casablanca at the South Bank with a live orchestra, and some ballet at an almost-local arts centre, the latter attended in our stead by my parents - and was off work in the run-up to Christmas.
Due to a mix-up, my girlfriend and I spent Christmas at home, while my folks went to my sister's for a few days (though staying at a hotel rather than their home because my father has grown attached to a particular hotel chain for some bizarre reason). Well, I call it "a mix-up"... what actually happened was that my girlfriend and I planned months ago to go to her parents' place after Christmas, and to return home for New Year. The offer of going to my sister's place only came up a couple of weeks before Christmas because they rarely plan very far in advance.
In a way, it was a good thing... I was still unwell when we went off to my girlfriend's family, and still unwell when we returned (perhaps moreso, as the few days were quite stressful, not least because the weather left us pretty much housebound). In fact, when I tried to return to work at the start of the New Year, I was so unwell that I ended up taking another week off. A fourth GP appointment resulted in a brief - but thankfully only precautionary - visit to my local hospital for an X-ray, which left me in a bit of a state because, while I've had X-rays in the past, none have been for anything as potentially bad as a lingering chest infection or pneumonia. When I finally returned to work properly last week, I was quite behind (while I would tend to cover as much of my colleague's work as I can, he doesn't seem to have done so for me... though it's not impossible that he was instructed not to), and found that a large project had been unceremoniously dumped on my in-tray.
Office politics are getting a bit weird... it feels as though I have been granted a degree of autonomy on this project, but I strongly suspect my boss will leap upon it at any moment (as she had with several other projects during my extended absence, with varying degrees of success). My employers have given me plenty of reasons to stay but, at the moment, I'm feeling particularly uncomfortable there. Things have clearly been happening "behind the scenes", and some of it appears to be for the better... but the feeling that there are things happening of which I'm not aware is never a happy one... It's something of a figurative minefield, though I'm not sure if it's actually that bad, or if it just feels that way because of my past experience in offices.
This last weekend, my girlfriend and I attended the Museum of London and their Crime Museum - the latter previously only open to the Police. We had timed-entry tickets to the exhibit of ephemera and accounts from some crimes 'investigated' by the UK's earliest Police forces, up to about 1975. Its layout was rather odd in places, and it suffered from the problem experienced by almost all timed-entry events (that is, timed-entry does not equate to timed-exit, so it got very crowded in places), but it was certainly very informative. One thing that struck me was the frequency with which people have killed someone (deliberately, in general, but accidents were not unheard of), then gone on to dispose of the body in some horrific way (dismemberment came up quite a bit), only to claim when caught that it had been an accident, and that they felt that disposing of the body in such a way that it should not be found was of paramount importance. I discussed this with my girlfriend later, and we agreed that what we'd most likely do - the thing that no-one ever does in TV shows - would be call emergency services and admit everything. Then again, one of the common threads in the exhibits at the Crime Museum was a singular lack of remorse... As far as the exhibit goes, personally, I'd have recommended they either include an audio tour (in a variety of foreign languages) or send people through in timed groups with a guide, to minimise the loitering which made it next to impossible to read certain texts accompanying some of the exhibits. The other option would be to simply reduce the number of people admitted... but that, of course, reduces their income.
After exiting the Crime Museum, we headed out for lunch in a pub we passed on the way - very nice stuff, and fairly quiet when we got there - before walking back to the museum for a wander round the main exhibits.The Museum of London is quite a fun experience, too, covering the development of London from a tiny village on the Thames to the Roman city of Londinium, and all the way through to the vibrant city we know and love today. It has some amazing historical items, lots of cool models (one forced perspective diorama of some people walking down a twig road toward a wooden jetty particularly impressed me) and a lot of very pertinent information. It might amuse those who are against immigration that London would not exist without immigrants... though, on the flipside, we also owe our system of Government to immigrants as well... So... Swings and Roundabouts, eh?
I'm not sure if this is actually the first weird dream of the year, or simply the first I can recall in any detail but, last night, I dreamed the sort of ghost story that turns into an American TV movie... in fact, the whole dream seemed to be formatted that way. There was a Protagonist, her best Friend/Partner, and the ghost story they found themselves tangled up in through some bizarre coincidence that would probably make no sense whatsoever when properly examined. The gist of it was a variation on the old theme of "ghost haunts the stretch of road where they were killed", only this particular stretch of road was haunted by a family of four ghosts (Mother, Father, Daughter and Son, as far as I can remember... though there may have been two adult males rather than just one, and only one child) who would stand in a line across the road and, evidently, cause lots of accidents. The weird thing was, they'd be standing there, looking like ghosts of specific people, then their faces would disappear leaving blank masks, and they'd suddenly be lying down in the road... only to rise up slowly, back to a standing position as the next vehicle approached within a certain distance. The setup at the end of the dream was this: Protagonist was standing nearby, able to see the ghosts, and staying in contact - by radio, rather than (for example) cellphone - with Friend, at the wheel of a van. Friend was driving down Haunted Road in an attempt to 'free' the ghosts, or something. He announced that he could see the ghosts ahead of him on the road and was reluctant to continue since every other person driving down this road under these circumstances wound up dead. Protagonist uttered the words "You owe me one," referring to something that actually happened earlier on in the dream, but which I no longer remember, and Friend... switched off his radio. After a significant pause (during which, no doubt, Friend weighed his options carefully), when it started to look as though he wasn't going to go through with the plan, the van's headlights came on and it started moving down the road again. The ghosts shimmered slightly in the headlights, their faces evaporating like smoke... then they were lying in the road... slowly rising in unison, returning to the upright moments before the van would have struck them, had they been real... only Friend had steered off course, just a touch, at the last minute, and avoided the ghost of a child... Who suddenly found himself not just corporeal, but alive again. In typical fashion, my alarm woke me up just as the boy (Simon something) was announcing his resurrection to the world, and I have no idea what happened to either the Protagonist or her Friend. All the more annoying, I didn't have to wake up quite so early today as I'm not going directly to work...
My appointment with the GP today confirmed my suspicion that my cough is gradually fading. I was told that there had been - and here I quote - "a surprising number" of cases where someone with a chest infection later developed another infection while still fighting off the first, so I consider myself very lucky... Since my throat is still a little gummy (mostly in the evenings, occasionally in the early mornings), I was told to come back in two weeks if it hasn't cleared completely.
...So it seems I'm still ridiculously healthy, comparatively speaking... but human, and susceptible to illness like anyone else.
No promises on blogging this year... Call it a New Year's Resolution if you wish. I'll post when I have something to say, I guess...
Anyway...
It might be considered ironic but, shortly after a health-related post at the end of November, I became quite ill. Since I'm normally almost ridiculously healthy, I thought I simply had a persistent cold/cough, but it turned out to be a chest infection. While this didn't cause me to miss out on Star Wars: The Force Awakens, I did miss out on another couple of other events my girlfriend and I had bought tickets for - Casablanca at the South Bank with a live orchestra, and some ballet at an almost-local arts centre, the latter attended in our stead by my parents - and was off work in the run-up to Christmas.
Due to a mix-up, my girlfriend and I spent Christmas at home, while my folks went to my sister's for a few days (though staying at a hotel rather than their home because my father has grown attached to a particular hotel chain for some bizarre reason). Well, I call it "a mix-up"... what actually happened was that my girlfriend and I planned months ago to go to her parents' place after Christmas, and to return home for New Year. The offer of going to my sister's place only came up a couple of weeks before Christmas because they rarely plan very far in advance.
In a way, it was a good thing... I was still unwell when we went off to my girlfriend's family, and still unwell when we returned (perhaps moreso, as the few days were quite stressful, not least because the weather left us pretty much housebound). In fact, when I tried to return to work at the start of the New Year, I was so unwell that I ended up taking another week off. A fourth GP appointment resulted in a brief - but thankfully only precautionary - visit to my local hospital for an X-ray, which left me in a bit of a state because, while I've had X-rays in the past, none have been for anything as potentially bad as a lingering chest infection or pneumonia. When I finally returned to work properly last week, I was quite behind (while I would tend to cover as much of my colleague's work as I can, he doesn't seem to have done so for me... though it's not impossible that he was instructed not to), and found that a large project had been unceremoniously dumped on my in-tray.
Office politics are getting a bit weird... it feels as though I have been granted a degree of autonomy on this project, but I strongly suspect my boss will leap upon it at any moment (as she had with several other projects during my extended absence, with varying degrees of success). My employers have given me plenty of reasons to stay but, at the moment, I'm feeling particularly uncomfortable there. Things have clearly been happening "behind the scenes", and some of it appears to be for the better... but the feeling that there are things happening of which I'm not aware is never a happy one... It's something of a figurative minefield, though I'm not sure if it's actually that bad, or if it just feels that way because of my past experience in offices.
This last weekend, my girlfriend and I attended the Museum of London and their Crime Museum - the latter previously only open to the Police. We had timed-entry tickets to the exhibit of ephemera and accounts from some crimes 'investigated' by the UK's earliest Police forces, up to about 1975. Its layout was rather odd in places, and it suffered from the problem experienced by almost all timed-entry events (that is, timed-entry does not equate to timed-exit, so it got very crowded in places), but it was certainly very informative. One thing that struck me was the frequency with which people have killed someone (deliberately, in general, but accidents were not unheard of), then gone on to dispose of the body in some horrific way (dismemberment came up quite a bit), only to claim when caught that it had been an accident, and that they felt that disposing of the body in such a way that it should not be found was of paramount importance. I discussed this with my girlfriend later, and we agreed that what we'd most likely do - the thing that no-one ever does in TV shows - would be call emergency services and admit everything. Then again, one of the common threads in the exhibits at the Crime Museum was a singular lack of remorse... As far as the exhibit goes, personally, I'd have recommended they either include an audio tour (in a variety of foreign languages) or send people through in timed groups with a guide, to minimise the loitering which made it next to impossible to read certain texts accompanying some of the exhibits. The other option would be to simply reduce the number of people admitted... but that, of course, reduces their income.
After exiting the Crime Museum, we headed out for lunch in a pub we passed on the way - very nice stuff, and fairly quiet when we got there - before walking back to the museum for a wander round the main exhibits.The Museum of London is quite a fun experience, too, covering the development of London from a tiny village on the Thames to the Roman city of Londinium, and all the way through to the vibrant city we know and love today. It has some amazing historical items, lots of cool models (one forced perspective diorama of some people walking down a twig road toward a wooden jetty particularly impressed me) and a lot of very pertinent information. It might amuse those who are against immigration that London would not exist without immigrants... though, on the flipside, we also owe our system of Government to immigrants as well... So... Swings and Roundabouts, eh?
I'm not sure if this is actually the first weird dream of the year, or simply the first I can recall in any detail but, last night, I dreamed the sort of ghost story that turns into an American TV movie... in fact, the whole dream seemed to be formatted that way. There was a Protagonist, her best Friend/Partner, and the ghost story they found themselves tangled up in through some bizarre coincidence that would probably make no sense whatsoever when properly examined. The gist of it was a variation on the old theme of "ghost haunts the stretch of road where they were killed", only this particular stretch of road was haunted by a family of four ghosts (Mother, Father, Daughter and Son, as far as I can remember... though there may have been two adult males rather than just one, and only one child) who would stand in a line across the road and, evidently, cause lots of accidents. The weird thing was, they'd be standing there, looking like ghosts of specific people, then their faces would disappear leaving blank masks, and they'd suddenly be lying down in the road... only to rise up slowly, back to a standing position as the next vehicle approached within a certain distance. The setup at the end of the dream was this: Protagonist was standing nearby, able to see the ghosts, and staying in contact - by radio, rather than (for example) cellphone - with Friend, at the wheel of a van. Friend was driving down Haunted Road in an attempt to 'free' the ghosts, or something. He announced that he could see the ghosts ahead of him on the road and was reluctant to continue since every other person driving down this road under these circumstances wound up dead. Protagonist uttered the words "You owe me one," referring to something that actually happened earlier on in the dream, but which I no longer remember, and Friend... switched off his radio. After a significant pause (during which, no doubt, Friend weighed his options carefully), when it started to look as though he wasn't going to go through with the plan, the van's headlights came on and it started moving down the road again. The ghosts shimmered slightly in the headlights, their faces evaporating like smoke... then they were lying in the road... slowly rising in unison, returning to the upright moments before the van would have struck them, had they been real... only Friend had steered off course, just a touch, at the last minute, and avoided the ghost of a child... Who suddenly found himself not just corporeal, but alive again. In typical fashion, my alarm woke me up just as the boy (Simon something) was announcing his resurrection to the world, and I have no idea what happened to either the Protagonist or her Friend. All the more annoying, I didn't have to wake up quite so early today as I'm not going directly to work...
My appointment with the GP today confirmed my suspicion that my cough is gradually fading. I was told that there had been - and here I quote - "a surprising number" of cases where someone with a chest infection later developed another infection while still fighting off the first, so I consider myself very lucky... Since my throat is still a little gummy (mostly in the evenings, occasionally in the early mornings), I was told to come back in two weeks if it hasn't cleared completely.
...So it seems I'm still ridiculously healthy, comparatively speaking... but human, and susceptible to illness like anyone else.
No promises on blogging this year... Call it a New Year's Resolution if you wish. I'll post when I have something to say, I guess...
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