Critical work-avoidance strategy
Not having a camera these last few weeks makes me so aware of the inanely stupid things I like to take pictures of. I have missed some good shots, of course, as my life is super-interesting, and it has meant that I have become more acquainted with my camera phone (which, it turns out, does not have 7.2 million pixels and a Carl Zeiss lens). I have also missed about a gig's worth of daft shots of food I am about to eat; things I have broken; things I find on the floor; my new boots; and my hair when it does that one thing. These inanely stupid things fill me with a warm and diffuse joy which I yearn to record for all time and for all comers.
In any case, the camera situation means that I am unable to illustrate the sliver (it is not actually a sliver, it is a giant whacking great thing whose name escapes me because I am not as hardcore as I once was) of blue glass which is currently residing in my left earlobe. This is a shame, as it would undoubtedly make a lovely arty picture and while it is not filling me with warm and diffuse joy (just a dull ache), I am still proud enough to want to share it.
Also, I just want it noted how much fun it is to have the house to myself this week. No offence housemates, you are a pretty OK alternative, but there is something deliciously decadent about bathing with the door open and Sleater-Kinney at full blast in the next room.
On an unrelated note (because Sleater-Kinney will never disappoint me!), it struck me today that some people will always disappoint you, no matter what. No matter how low your expectations (opinion) of them, they will always go that little bit further to ensure that they come in well under the bar. Now of course I am worried that I, too, am a horrendous disappointment to people without realising it, and that people are too nice or too disillusioned to tell me off! Panic. I think it more likely that I am too inept to ever inspire expectations and therefore am in no danger of disappointing them, but one never knows, does one?
I think I will know that I am a grown-up when I can watch documentaries about teenage girls with Tourette's catfighting as though their lives depended on it, and not laugh so hard I irreperably damage a lung.
(I am not quite there yet.)
In any case, the camera situation means that I am unable to illustrate the sliver (it is not actually a sliver, it is a giant whacking great thing whose name escapes me because I am not as hardcore as I once was) of blue glass which is currently residing in my left earlobe. This is a shame, as it would undoubtedly make a lovely arty picture and while it is not filling me with warm and diffuse joy (just a dull ache), I am still proud enough to want to share it.
Also, I just want it noted how much fun it is to have the house to myself this week. No offence housemates, you are a pretty OK alternative, but there is something deliciously decadent about bathing with the door open and Sleater-Kinney at full blast in the next room.
On an unrelated note (because Sleater-Kinney will never disappoint me!), it struck me today that some people will always disappoint you, no matter what. No matter how low your expectations (opinion) of them, they will always go that little bit further to ensure that they come in well under the bar. Now of course I am worried that I, too, am a horrendous disappointment to people without realising it, and that people are too nice or too disillusioned to tell me off! Panic. I think it more likely that I am too inept to ever inspire expectations and therefore am in no danger of disappointing them, but one never knows, does one?
I think I will know that I am a grown-up when I can watch documentaries about teenage girls with Tourette's catfighting as though their lives depended on it, and not laugh so hard I irreperably damage a lung.
(I am not quite there yet.)
posted by Lucy at 10:46 pm
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