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    2023.w_35

    Whoops, completely forgot it was a Sunday.

    I've got memories and I can't wash them off, all over me, smell them on my skin.

    Had a strange pair of interactions on Thursday when I was on my trip to the Quick Shopping to return my faulty TP-7 to the Swedes. Dude walks up to me at the pelican crossing, meal-deal-sized bottle of wine in his hand, nearly empty. Says hello. He's early thirties, scruffy looking. Oversized green parka, grey pants.

    "Hello," he says, "smoking a cigarette?"

    My earbuds are in, can't hear him properly, just "*muffle muffle* cigarette?" think maybe he wants one, I pause the sound. "Pardon?"

    "Smoking a cigarette?"

    "Yeah"

    "First one?"

    "Like... ever?"

    He laughs. "Nah, this morning."

    "Oh yeah! yes."

    Now, with some bravado in his stance and in the tone of his voice he declares: "Not me. I'm on my third."

    A woman scurries up with a dog in tow.

    She says β€œI hope he wasn’t rude to you, was he?”

    I hesitate, "um... no. Not rude. Not sure... what he was ...to me"

    She looks me up and down, "I like it when people are ... ... individuals."

    She pauses for a while before adding "I hate people like that." She gestures towards the fellow who's now a fair clip down the footpath on the other side. The light turns green. I tell her "he was quite friendly I think" and I wave at the little dog. Suddenly raising her voice as we cross together she says "I mean...! Look at me! I'm wearing red trousers and green earrings."

    I smile, I look at her, her earrings are ultramarine blue.


    There's nothing else really to report. I haven't left the house otherwise. Haven't been in the kitchen since the maggots-in-the-masa-harina incident. Spent most of the week installing and reinstalling Linux and Windows on my PC.

    Anyone know of any synchronous MUD software? Like for running synchronous text-based group adventures. Perhaps with persistent characters and history? I guess any MUD software could be used for the purpose.

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    week thirty four of twenty twenty three

    histamines like these and their polliniferous allies constitute an axis of evil, arming to threaten the peace of the rabbit

    quite a mild week. dropped some snaps off at snappy snaps. slept in the office. got drunk with some work people, hung out with a friend i've only known on-line before.

    pitching a sequel to the gene wilder willy wonka movie called "Willy" starring Walton Goggins as Willy.

    FADE IN:
    
    EXT. LONDON CITY STREET -- NIGHT
    
    Willy, destitute, haggard, leaning against a wall, checks
    his cigarettes. There are none left.
    
    He throws the empty pack on the pavement and pushes himself
    up off the floor.
    
    
    INT. LONDON CORNER SHOP -- NIGHT
    
    Willy scratches some dirt out from under his nails while
    he's second in line.
    
                              SHOPPER
                 Alright have a good one, darling.
    
    The shopper leaves and the shopkeep turns his attention to
    Willy.
    
                              SHOPKEEP
                 Well?
    
                              WILLY
                 The litre of Four Roses Select and
                 a pack of Marlboro Reds.
    
    The shopkeep grabs the items off the shelf while speaking, not
    looking back.
    
                              SHOPKEEP
                 That everything?
    
                              WILLY
                 Yep.
                      (pause)
                 Nope.
                      (pause)
    
    
    Willy grabs a Wonka bar from the point-of-sale. and throws it on
    the counter...
    
                              WILLY (CONT'D)
                 Yep.
    
    The shopkeep scans the whiskey and cigarettes and Wonka bar.
    
                              SHOPKEEP
                 Ahh. Wonka bars. So much better
                 since they changed the recipe.
    

    Outside Willy lights a ciggie, takes a bite of the bar and he makes a facial expression... we can't tell if he hates it or he's loves it and he's furious about it. He throws the rest of the bar away. He cracks open his bourbon.

    Later there's a scene that's in an encampment, like one of those San Francisco homeless encampments but it's in London. All lit dark and orange light. And it's inhabited entirely by Oompa-Loompas who've been replaced by automation. They're all pretty young (Oompa-Loompas only live until they're about 30, and have kids around 10-12 years old) nobody recognizes Willy except for one old Oompa-Loompa who cranes around slowly "...Wonka?"

    Of course, Willy doesn't know his name. But the old Oompa-Loompa looks him in the eyes and can see he now knows what it's like to be treated like you're worth nothing. Sometime around here maybe you learn that Willy can't use his surname because it's trademark and copyright of the Wonka corporation. The old Oompa-Loompa lets him know he can stay, but he has to pull his weight. If you want to eat, you cook for others, etc. Each according to his ability, to each according to his needs kind of lesson. Anyway it's an absolute banger of a movie if anyone knows Walt Goggins and any of the Warner Brothers and could get this in front of them.

    I was meant to go and see some friends at the weekend, but instead I napped for a thousand hours and played Cyberpunk 2077 while listening to the new Blockback. I'm going to continue doing that now. Thanks.

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    Week 33; 2022

    Did a couple days work, took a holiday Wednesday for a mall trip with Dani. Dani got a great new jacket. We got some tacos. On the roof of the Stratford Centre we watched Everything Everywhere All At Once.

    photo of sunset from rooftop. cinema screen in center of photo. chairs block off the lower half of the photo. the sky is pink and purple, gold and grey.

    My neck started getting stiff and painful again on the way home. Tired, I ordered a cab. Driver told me it might be because of the very weird weather, weird pollen. Does the same to him. No, not right now. But he took a tablet this morning, takes it every morning, yeah.

    Maybe it is the pollen. What are the similarities between those days with the incredible neck pain? Spent the whole day out. Ate poorly. Watched a movie with someone cooler than me. Could be pollen. Could be blood sugar. Could be an allergy to watching movies with somebody cooler than me. My throat's so sore the next couple days I had to take off work. A tiny little hole, can't swallow properly, hurt to breathe. Anyway, you don't want to listen to me complaining.

    I have a crush on Timothy Olyphant. It's out of hand.

    Started feeling better on Saturday night, late. Cleaned the apartment a bit. Couldn't sleep. Other stuff happened this week. I've quite a lot of notes too. Not feeling them, though. This will have to do. With all this excitement I do feel as though I'm getting the vapours. What is a timebank?

    Sweet dreams.