OK, this one is *absolutely* too far afield

Title: Presentaion Technology Manager

Location: UK--London--Mumbai, India

the biggest problem with sleeping late...

...is that you just feel like keeping on sleeping!

Went to sleep around 11, got up at 4.45 for some reason I now forget, went back to sleep almost immediately and had some lovely dreams (no! no peeking! :-). Was roused by cats at 7.45 for breakfast. Went back to sleep until 10.30 or so, and I've been reading books and Lj and email since then (and devouring a slice of yummy blueberry-something that Chris made for breakfast and the grrlz delivered a piece of in recompenze for.. .stuff :-). Now it's nearly 1 and I'm thinking "Hmmm, a nap would be good about now..." Gaah! :-)

This is also partly due to having gotten completely wiped yesterday spending three hours in the sun in a parking lot grilling food for the Screaming Eagles tialgate. Despite using lots of sunscreen, drinking tons of water, and taking shade breaks on a regular basis, I was still in the early stages of heat exhaustion (nausea, dizziness, increased temp) by the time I dragged the last of the carts of gear back to the stadium. So I ditched my regular seat and hung out in one of the viewing platforms where there was plenty of shade and ready access to water but also an excellent view of the match. There are usually a few people there most games; by the end of this one there were about a dozen. Damn ESPN2 and their freaking 4.00 pm kick-off schedule.

Came home and recuperated (got lots more fluid onboard and a shower), then dined with executive chef Melissa and Guinea Pig #1 (Chris) as M tried out some new (and delicious!) recipes and we all watched Battlestar Galactica (an impressive example of how to take a cr*p show and turn it into a corker!)

This afternoon (once I get off my heinie) will involve much cleaning, some filing, and perhaps formulating my cover letter to go to UK recruiting agencies.

But first, I must try calling my mum again (no answer around 11) to wish her a happy birthday! :-)

Glasgow accomodations

University dorms; pretty tempting at GBP15 a night if one doesn't insist on en suite accomodations... (there are flat-like rooms, too, but all north of campus by a good way.)

Good location for Kelvingrove and the museums...

alrighty, then!

That's the apartment vacuumed, the kitchen and bathroom floors mopped, one load of laundry going, trash taken out, and recycling sorted to go (not taken, mind you, but at least it's ready...)

As always when I mop the floors, I'm reminded it's not much work if one get's off one's arse and does it. Even when you have cats "helping". I even did part of the box room, since they're always making a mess of the floor and I'd vacuumed it already.

Of course, I'm also always reminded at these times that the lino/tile floors could do with a good "hands and knees, Ruby the Scullery Maid" *scrubbing* every once in a while. And, as always, I aver that *next* time I jolly well will...

I'm parched. Time for a brew-up, I think. Then maybe work on that letter, or do more hunting for travel accomodations. Then maybe ironing with telly or filing papers with music (I'm telling you, once I get ethe filing system *set up*, it will work perfectly; it's just that I never do, so the papers all pile up until they fall over and I have to put them in a box...) I had a hamsandwich for tea, since I didn't bother with lunch, so I think maybe salad for dinner, if anything. Early night, then up and start doig some stretching/exercise in the mornings before work.

One can do almost anything if one set's one's mind to it; it's just that minds keep unsetting themselves.

Edit: So, none of those later chores getting done, but I did start another load of laundry and take all the cardboard/paper recycling to the recycling center. And I've been invited to dinner Upstairs again; lucky me! :-) Yum...

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Another amazing dinner from shy_kat and a fun game of Entdecker afterwards. Plus highly entertaining conversation... My roomies are hilarious. :-) I won't say more than that...

BTW, the new Fox show "Over There" truly sucks. I was really hoping for something better from Steve Bochco. He's done some great work over the years, but this is just awful: unconvincing plot, hackneyed characters with fewer dimensions than a John Wayne hero, manipulative writing and camera work... I watched most of the pilot a week or two back but gave up before the end; it was just too cloying and trite. I saw the advert just now and was struck by how much better the trailer is, with Seal's "Love's Divine" crooning out over action shots, brief glimpses of the characters looking introspectively at the camera, into the distance, at the ground... if only the show was half as good as the preview.

Compared to what I'm watching while I fold laundry, the second season of "Rescue Me", "Over There" is like skim milk next to, if not cream, at least whole milk. Yes, RM features over-the-top improbable circumstances and a steady diet of sex to keep the flagging... interest up, but the characters are fully realized, complex people with faults and blemishes and appeal and sympathy. The writers don't try to tell you everything there is to know about them in a five-second dialogue and a nickname. "Rescue Me" may not be (IMO) as good as "The Wire" or "The Sopranos" but it's certainly as good as "Six Feet Under" or "Battlestar Galactica" or British shows like "Red Cap" or "McCallum".