Day2Day

I finally caught up with Order of the Stick. Not sure how I'll fill my lunchtimes now.

I've never had recurring dreams, and I've never been able to recognise that I'm dreaming until I'm awake again.

Recently, though, I've been having dreams that kind of continue. In these dreams I've bought a house and I've owned the house for some time but it's vast. Each dream has cause for me to explore a different part of it, visiting vaguely remembered rooms and taking people around them. There's a huge basement with cave like parts, there are add on structures like stables. Upstairs there are multiple rooms and limitless bathrooms. Parts need to be rebuilt, refurbished or cleaned up, but other sections are in great repair as though used only recently. The place sprawls over miles, it's a farmhouse kind of structure - not much land to it, but the building itself is huge. I've had people to come and visit, a huge party, a ghost-hunting session and a TV show very much like Knightmare recorded there. They're fantastic dreams and every time I wake up I'm really disappointed.

I wonder what they mean...

When did "om nom nom" replace "yum yum" exactly? And where did it come from? I'm guessing it's around ten years ago but I have no idea where it came from and how it gained popularity.

So I have filled up my car several times now, they have a tendency to drink petrol. I'd had no problems the first few times. Then, a couple of weeks back I had a few passengers and when I tried to fill the car would take a small amount of fuel before the pump cut out as though the tank was full. It did this repeatedly, taking about 70p - £2 of fuel at a time. Eventually, when the cost was what I expected to spend, I stopped. I had tried several different angles of pushing the hose's nose into the fuel tank, don't think I was doing anything different. I wondered if the car might be at a weird "laden" angle with all the passengers and asked them to get out, to no avail. So I put it down to a dodgy pump.

Today I just went and fuelled up at that same station, but a totally different pump and it's doing exactly the same thing. So, either my car's got something weirdly wrong with it, or I'm doing something stupid. My bet's on the latter. Any clues what it might be, anyone?

Yesterday, in a change from the past few years, I didn't go and celebrate James and Stef's birthday in Uxbridge, instead I went and celebrated Si's birthday in Hythe. I wound up offering a lift and driving three passengers through pouring rain on the motorway (another first) and discovering how much harder the car finds hills when there are that many people in the passenger seats. It was a bit of a squash getting everyone in but I didn't kill anyone and if they get ill I'm blaming Dan as he's far more likely to be contagious than me, now.

We went and rode the tiny trains, visited a little museum with a vast trainset (Enjoy the attempts at realism in the landscape, marvel over the detail given with scenes such as the boy with his head stuck in railings being attended to by the policemen. Worry slightly at the mind the conjoured up the car wrecks teetering dangerously on a bridge above the train line and boggle as you reach the section full of dinosaurs and a troll being attended to by Dr Who!) and went to look at the bleak landscape of Dungeness where the beach has no sand, the lighthouse staff discourage visitors and the horizon is punctuated by structures such as power stations and sheds built on top of each other by people clearly lacking the instruction sheet. We also rode dodgems, a ghost train and some went on the least inspiring log flume ever. I won't say it wasn't marred by the poor weather, but it was a good day out all the same. I got back home for somewhere around 7pm I think, and I was in bed, exhausted, before 10.

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Of course I believe in UFOs. I can't identify EVERYTHING in the sky, who can?!

Which bastard installed a snot factory in my head? Could you at least decrease the production demand?

Managed a half day at work before colleagues looked at me sternly enough while telling me to go back home. Been in bed since.

I don't write much here these days, do I? Must fix that.

So, here's a query. I'm hearing the phrases "good times", "bad times" and "sadface" a lot of late. Why? Do they come from some TV show or something?

I was pleased to see the LT website galleries had some new content. I was less pleased to recognise my own photos among them, used without permission. I've emailed demanding explanation. Grr. If they'd asked I'd happily have let them use them.

So... the lodger didn't work out. It really didn't work out in a pretty monumental way.

( lodger gone rogue )