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There's the mother of all storms brewing out there and I'd give a whole lot to be out in the rain and not in here in the office in front of a computer editing business/financial news. It's just 3.30pm and the sky is as dark as it usually is at night. There's been thunder rumbling across the sky and long, long violent streaks of lightning for about an hour now and I've just come away from the window. It's nice being way up on the 8th floor of a building that's built on a hill to start with. You feel that much closer to the storm somehow.

But still, nothing beats actually being out in the storm. The cats just don't seem to get it though. They sit all prim and proper in a row under the patio and watch me in disbelieve and if my mother is at home, I swear they tell on me, because she always, always finds out and comes along outside to haul me in. Mind you none of the cats are mine per se though they seem to spend a lot of time at my parents place, where I happen to be living for now. They belong to assorted neighbours. Must have something to do with the fact that I might just have the word 'sucker' stamped across my foreheads for cats to see.

Back to the storm then. It's started raining properly now. Nothing so simple as fat warm raindrops or a gentle drizzle. It's coming down in solid sheets all tossed about by the wind. There's going to be flash floods tonight and no doubt trees and power lines will come down.

The storm however, makes the best dancing partner a girl could ever have. If I'm lucky he'll still be out there when I get done with work.
Current Location:
Office (wishing I were outside)
Current Mood:
Like a wound up spring
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Have just got to Malaysia with several bags of books (lots of thanks to the lovely people at Heathrow who didn't ask me to pay for the extra weight) and a flu (caught somewhere between Scotland and Kuala Lumpur). Am at work and wishing I were drinking cider in a pub in Glasgow and eating haggis, neeps and tatties. Have finally found out that the neeps are Swedes and not turnips which would explain them being orange in colour. Was quite puzzling for a while there.

Thank you to the people who organised Concussion and who put Lovecraft on the programme. It was a wonderful con and I'm very much looking forward to Eastercon and the Adelphi next year since the first ever Eastercon I attended was at the Adelphi. Am therefore, planning to rob the nearest available bank as soon as I come up with a good plan.

I'd come to the con with a friend who'd never been to one before and I'm glad to say that she's now hooked and already planning for her next con. It was also very good to finally catch up with Munquie and spend some time exploring both Glasgow and Edinburgh with her. One of the highlights of the trip was meeting up with Tara Glover again after about a decade. It's always amazing what a space of time manages to do to people. I know you're meant to change and grow and all but it's amazing nevertheless.

It was also good to see Pat McMurray again and Andrew Adams (love the hat) and Edgar Held (I swear he's getting taller) and everyone else I'd not seen for ages and ages and the Worldcon last year didn't really count because it was insane and I think I spent most of it on the run from one place to the next.

Here I am at work and what I'd really like to do is be back in the house in bed, with a huge bowl of soup and those books I brought back with me. Am sitting here watching the clock and it's not moving at all. Am wondering if I could help it along somehow.
Current Location:
At work
Current Mood:
cranky Have a flu and it's cold
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I really don't know who to ask so am posting this here. My editor's wife just had their first child. He's deliriously happy of course and as her favourite autthor is Terry Pratchett he'd like to give her a signed copy of Truth (they are both journalists). As far as I know Terry Pratchett is not going to be at Eastercon and I won't be able to walk well enough yet to make it to the Discworld Con.

Could anyone help with getting the book and getting it signed and posting it to me? I'll pay for the book and all the postage costs.

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It's Wednesday. Am quite fond of Wednesdays aside from having been born on one and thereby being doomed to be full of woe. If the work week is like a hill, then Wednesday's the peak and after this it's all downhill and there's the weekend and Eastercon next week. It'll be good to have a weekend since last week ended up being a seven day work week and I'm feeling quite disoriented now as a result. It's usually quite muddly enough due to working at a newspaper and always working on something for tomorrow but weekends tend to break things up quite nicely and give them a shape.

The plus side of having a job with odd hours is that it offers lots of reading time. Okay ... so they also give us a monthly book allowance and insane amounts of free food. Science Fiction and Fantasy is beginning to make it's presence felt here finally. It used to be tucked away in one corner of bookstores and people who browsed that section would be viewed with a great deal of suspicion but now you have nice big sections properly shelved except Neil Gaiman keeps ending up in the horror section for some reason I have yet to work out though Lovecraft always makes it into Fantasy.

And the icing on the cake is the fact that Borders has opened a store right near where I live so there's no longer the need to get in my car and brave the horrors of downtown traffic snarls. Not so very good as far finances go though but then again it's books. Oh, it's good to see Munquie here again (waves happily).
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It's Monday and this Monday at least did not start very well at all. The weekend was pretty alright. I spent Saturday at Silverfish books where one of my best friends works and Sunday wandering around a craft fair and the weekly night market putting together Julie's birthday present.

Then, being a night cat and working on the assumption that I was only to start working at 2pm Monday, I stayed up all night reading Norman Mailer's The Gospel According to the Son, finishing it and then starting on John Berendt's The City of Falling Angels. At about 9.30am I stick myself in the shower and get into my oversized t-shirt all ready for bed when the phone rings. It's my colleagu Chan who was meant to be working at 9am and who had stayed up watching footbal and had overslept. Could I please take over because he lives about an hour away and I'm round the corner.

I tumble out of bed, spash cold water on my face and climb into office clothes and get to work and here I am, several cups of coffee later, all muddy headed and very much wanting to be anyplace else but here in the very cold office watching the stock market do it's usual up and down thing. Well, the upside almost has to be that the week simple has to get better from now on.
Current Mood:
cranky cranky
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It's 1am. Just got back from work where I've been since 1pm. There's got to be something criminally wrong with suddenly deciding to hold meetings in the middle of the night for crying out loud. What do these people have between their ears for goodness sake. There's obviously an urban myth out there about newspaper people not needing to eat, sleep or have any sort of life and it's not even as if a bank calling for an EGM to remove directors is remotely sexy or alluring in any shape, form or manner.

And I have a nast, icky flu to boot. Two weeks wandering all over India largely barefoot in all sorts of weather and I came back just fine. One week back at work surrounded by sniffly people and I have a flu and a sore nose and the sneezes and a fever and an achy chest and a sore throat.

And the icing on the cake is the fact that one of my reporters got not one or two but every single figure wrong in a story and it took forever and a day to straighten out. Someday they will all figure out that there is a huge difference between million and billion and it's quite impossible in this space time continuum at least to make a profit of RM652 million on a turnover of RM365 million.

The teeny, tiny upside was the pot of spicy Indian crab curry and 'puttu' waiting on the table when I got back and now I am here sitting on my bed with my toys and books and the night is out there and there's a breeze playing with the curtains and I have 'I am a cat' to read.

Selamat malam.
Current Mood:
drained drained
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It's close on 10pm and I'm at work and wanting to be out there in the storm even if it is only to drive back home. The first edition of the paper has been put to bed and the online version has been updated and we are almost done with the second edition. Hopefully the storm will stay and not blow over. There's nothing quite like standing out in the garden in a storm. Thunder and lightning and all that water pouring down. And there is a moon as well. It starts out cold, cold and then you actually feel very warm standing in the storm. And everything looks different in the storm. I walk around the neighbourhood sometimes in the storm, barefoot, splashing through all the puddles after everyone has gone to bed. Mothers don't see to quite understand this being out in the storm thing. I wonder if I'll be the same if I and when I have children. I hope I'll be out there in the storm with them. Of course I also now have a flu. Clogged nose, a fever, a sore throat ... the works. But I am going to play in the storm tonight. He makes the best dance partner ever.
Current Mood:
contemplative contemplative
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It's that time of the year again - Valentine's Day - and you can't find anyplace not filled with hearts and lace and flowers and chocolate and astonishingly expensive dinners for two. Now that I've paid service to cynicism I need to admit that being quite a hopeless romantic at heart I'd be right out there in front of the queue sending flowers - not roses - and buying gifts and cards too if there was someone to do so for. Maybe next year. We'll see what the Year of the Dog has in store for the Rooster/Phoenix.

It's storming here. 5pm and it's all dark and stormy. It was a dark and stormy evening and in the office ...

Happy Valentine's Day.

Current Mood:
melancholy melancholy
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The first 15 days of the Chinese new Year of the Dog ended yesterday and it has started raining with a vengeance. It's odd how it's always blazing hot during the first 15 days and then it pretty much rains non-stop and causes flash floods in several states the day after. Am glad for the rain nevertheless being a storm and night sort of person and not at all partial to the very, glaringly bright sunshine. Everyone sems to have caught a flu bug though and is sniffling round. Probably due to eating all those mandarin oranges. In my case it was probably the difference between the weather in India and here in Malaysia. What is Scotland going to be like in April?
Current Mood:
sad sad
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After about two weeks of unrelenting really hot sunshine (missed about 10 days of it being in India where the sun was hot but the wind was cold and the food was divine) it's started to look like rain again. It's always blazing hot for the Chinese New Year and the rains will come at the end of the celebrations which is this Sunday - Chap Goh Mei. This is when women wishing for a partner go throw oranges in rivers, the sea. Am contemplating throwing an orange this Sunday. The last time I did this I ended up getting married within a year and divorced within two years. Maybe this time will be the charm that will bring home and pets and kids. I can hope.

It's good though to have storm clouds again after all that bright, hot sunshine. Cloudy, stormy days and the night always seem so much kinder and friendlier than blazing hot days. It's looks seriously dark and stormy right now and it's just 3pm. Am keeping my fingers crossed for a proper storm to break.

The new year has started in a muddled fashion and life is pretty broken right now. Maybe everything does happen for a good reason even if I cannot see that right now and maybe life does manage to fall in place somehow in the end.

And there is the Eastercon to look forward to and pints of cider (does not exist here) and a place to fit into. In the meantime, the stock market has opened for the afternoon session and I need to go and earn my keep. It's definitely time to change jobs, change the way things have been drifting the past couple of years.

Namaste.
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