Strange day
Feb. 3rd, 2003 08:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelophileOdd day today really, in terms of my mood really it's been a fairly mundane day in terms of work, and maybe that's the reason. I'm feeling a little bit caged recently. Need to get together with friends a bit more and chat about real life.
Spent most of the damn day trying to make some sense of this ADSL connection. Finally managed it over lunch when we managed to get the network setup whatsit thingie to start to load. Unfortunately it seems to connect via the net and their end seemed to be down pretty much most of the afternoon. Rather frustrating, which probably explains my little outburst to the goronga loon.
Not that I regret it actually, he's been getting up my nose for far too long now. I don't cope well with the whole 'look at me' attitude some people seem to have. Actually, people seeking attention is one thing - I know I do it myself and I can actually appreciate that people go online to get a bit of attention, or chat or rant - part of the reason for getting this. However, everyone I know who does seek attention sometimes also gives an awful lot back in terms of chat and comforting shoulders when needed. I resent being constantly driven into hiding by the constant bloody drivel that fountains out just in an attempt to get attention. It's not something to be forced on people, it's something to be earned. If it's quiet, that's not always a bad thing, and spouting bollocks just to be the centre of attention again wears we out.
Anyway, despite this rant I'm not actually in a bad mood. No, really, just in one of those deliciously bitter moods where I'm actually quite cheerful, but a little bitchier than I should be and a darn sight sharper than I have any right to be. Ah well, such is life. I'm feeling a little wicked, and need to work off my acidic tongue by playing guitar for a bit probably. Usually does the trick.
Hmm, at least I managed to sneak out at lunchtime to buy a huge pile of comics, none of which I've touched yet beside the latest Uncanny X-men, which I've been looking forward to. Actually I was a little disappointed. I say a little, overall it was a good issue, but I tend to lose interest a little the moment the action starts. Despite what comics are designed for I don;t really think they do action very well any more. Maybe in the sixties when the X-men started out spectacular explosions relied more on the reader's imagination. Now all you need to do is plug in the telly for effects that comics can never even come close to.
I suppose I thought this issue was a little run of the mill compared to recent stuff. The standard fight for life against overwhelming odds sort of thing. And what is it with the missing eyes? And those bloody noses. They still offend me.
And Polaris is acting -really- odd. Not that I care really, never having followed her much in the book, but it's strange nevertheless.
I need to get out more.
Still, there's a few more comics to read before then.
Spent most of the damn day trying to make some sense of this ADSL connection. Finally managed it over lunch when we managed to get the network setup whatsit thingie to start to load. Unfortunately it seems to connect via the net and their end seemed to be down pretty much most of the afternoon. Rather frustrating, which probably explains my little outburst to the goronga loon.
Not that I regret it actually, he's been getting up my nose for far too long now. I don't cope well with the whole 'look at me' attitude some people seem to have. Actually, people seeking attention is one thing - I know I do it myself and I can actually appreciate that people go online to get a bit of attention, or chat or rant - part of the reason for getting this. However, everyone I know who does seek attention sometimes also gives an awful lot back in terms of chat and comforting shoulders when needed. I resent being constantly driven into hiding by the constant bloody drivel that fountains out just in an attempt to get attention. It's not something to be forced on people, it's something to be earned. If it's quiet, that's not always a bad thing, and spouting bollocks just to be the centre of attention again wears we out.
Anyway, despite this rant I'm not actually in a bad mood. No, really, just in one of those deliciously bitter moods where I'm actually quite cheerful, but a little bitchier than I should be and a darn sight sharper than I have any right to be. Ah well, such is life. I'm feeling a little wicked, and need to work off my acidic tongue by playing guitar for a bit probably. Usually does the trick.
Hmm, at least I managed to sneak out at lunchtime to buy a huge pile of comics, none of which I've touched yet beside the latest Uncanny X-men, which I've been looking forward to. Actually I was a little disappointed. I say a little, overall it was a good issue, but I tend to lose interest a little the moment the action starts. Despite what comics are designed for I don;t really think they do action very well any more. Maybe in the sixties when the X-men started out spectacular explosions relied more on the reader's imagination. Now all you need to do is plug in the telly for effects that comics can never even come close to.
I suppose I thought this issue was a little run of the mill compared to recent stuff. The standard fight for life against overwhelming odds sort of thing. And what is it with the missing eyes? And those bloody noses. They still offend me.
And Polaris is acting -really- odd. Not that I care really, never having followed her much in the book, but it's strange nevertheless.
I need to get out more.
Still, there's a few more comics to read before then.
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Date: 2003-02-04 12:19 am (UTC)Our internet went down at work today or I would have posted this earlier. Hope you're feeling a bit less 'wicked' by the time I see you next. :)