The ghost in the machine...
Aug. 11th, 2006 01:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynThe ghost in the wiring is still wreaking havoc at 3 QoD.
As of yesterday, no one can phone us. If you dial our house number, you get through to a fax. Furthermore, if I dial out, I show up as dialing from a completely different number to our own. Some investigation (ie - dialing the number my phone thinks it is calling out from, using my mobile) has revealed that the number belongs to a nice man at 43 Finland Street.
If I pick up the phone handset, I get the interupted dial tone which means there is a message waiting on BT Answering Service. If I dial 1571 to pick up the aforementioned number, I am told that this line does not have the BT Answering Service installed.
The internet isn't working. The bright lights on the magic box flicker confusedly. I think the modem has hit the gremlin plagued phone line and just given up. I'm currently checking the internet at Evil Squared, courtesy ofksirafai, which means I'm not entirely cut off from the world. This could, of course, change whenever Ginnie decides she's had enough of me cluttering up her bedroom like a rather Bohemian laundry pile.
However, in other news, I think life is going relatively well. I'm getting money from the insurance company for Pridwen (may she rest in peace), and as such should be able to get a new car within the next couple of weeks. Thank god I had fully comprehensive insurance! The house sale is progressing quietly, I believe, and in 20 days, exactly,pierot and I will own a house of our own. In very random news, I also met up with chopseuy - Kyne Brooker - last night, which was surprisingly pleasant. Jez ran into him at the tube station and discovered he was living in Rotherhithe, so he joined us for pub and movie last night.
It was quite odd looking at him and realised that he hasn't physically aged since I first met him. I'm beginning to wonder if there was some kind of small infernal coven in the North West area of the UK circa 1996, who's members (Kyne and jez being amongst them) sacrificed the lives of young virgins in return for endless youth. If you think about it, it makes a lot of sense.
I finally also saw Miami Vice last night. I liked it. There were guns, fast boats, planes, and a very satisfying Doomed Love Affair (tm).
I'm realising that I'm getting fonder and fonder of Doomed Love Affairs. It seems that the more comfortable my own love life gets, the greater my need for vicarious emotional dysfunction. I'm going to assume that just says good things aboutpierot and his very proficient Sally training programme, and not worry too much about my inner need for romantic destruction.
Hmmm...
Romantic destruction.
When is the next ZG weekend, again?
As of yesterday, no one can phone us. If you dial our house number, you get through to a fax. Furthermore, if I dial out, I show up as dialing from a completely different number to our own. Some investigation (ie - dialing the number my phone thinks it is calling out from, using my mobile) has revealed that the number belongs to a nice man at 43 Finland Street.
If I pick up the phone handset, I get the interupted dial tone which means there is a message waiting on BT Answering Service. If I dial 1571 to pick up the aforementioned number, I am told that this line does not have the BT Answering Service installed.
The internet isn't working. The bright lights on the magic box flicker confusedly. I think the modem has hit the gremlin plagued phone line and just given up. I'm currently checking the internet at Evil Squared, courtesy of
ksirafai, which means I'm not entirely cut off from the world. This could, of course, change whenever Ginnie decides she's had enough of me cluttering up her bedroom like a rather Bohemian laundry pile. However, in other news, I think life is going relatively well. I'm getting money from the insurance company for Pridwen (may she rest in peace), and as such should be able to get a new car within the next couple of weeks. Thank god I had fully comprehensive insurance! The house sale is progressing quietly, I believe, and in 20 days, exactly,
pierot and I will own a house of our own. In very random news, I also met up with chopseuy - Kyne Brooker - last night, which was surprisingly pleasant. Jez ran into him at the tube station and discovered he was living in Rotherhithe, so he joined us for pub and movie last night. It was quite odd looking at him and realised that he hasn't physically aged since I first met him. I'm beginning to wonder if there was some kind of small infernal coven in the North West area of the UK circa 1996, who's members (Kyne and jez being amongst them) sacrificed the lives of young virgins in return for endless youth. If you think about it, it makes a lot of sense.
I finally also saw Miami Vice last night. I liked it. There were guns, fast boats, planes, and a very satisfying Doomed Love Affair (tm).
I'm realising that I'm getting fonder and fonder of Doomed Love Affairs. It seems that the more comfortable my own love life gets, the greater my need for vicarious emotional dysfunction. I'm going to assume that just says good things about
pierot and his very proficient Sally training programme, and not worry too much about my inner need for romantic destruction.Hmmm...
Romantic destruction.
When is the next ZG weekend, again?
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Date: 2006-08-11 12:45 pm (UTC)They didn't invite me to join, the bastards
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Date: 2006-08-30 11:26 am (UTC)Proof at last!
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Date: 2006-08-11 07:39 pm (UTC)What was your message?
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Date: 2006-08-13 11:17 am (UTC)You still get misty about Duke Julian Twicedead, don't you?