Cleaning on the Archive

One of the awkward things about having all the stuff that I do is that it doesn't take much for it to get out of control. A few years ago I bought a little cabinet to help corral some of my papers. I promptly piled items in front of it and I've been unable to access it for most of the time it's been in use.

Today I decided I needed to accomplish something and weeding through the creeping pile in front of this cabinet was the thing to do. In so doing, I found an item or two I'd forgotten I'd owned (an event similar to one I experienced a week or two before when I was discussing a book with a couple of my friends and I couldn't remember if I owned it or not; tidying up proved that I did indeed own the book in question). Finally I could open the cabinet again, dumped a bunch of stuff inside and blocked it off again, just not as badly.

I did find some items inside the cabinet that I was wondering about. I found some Doctor Who fanzines (one of which has a rather rubbish story of my own in it), some of the drafts of my stories from a few years ago, text from the novel I wrote that still needs editing and some documents that, luckily, I've not needed of late. Most importantly to me, I found a note pad with a couple of scenes written on it. They were for another novel idea I had awhile ago that I have been seriously considering fleshing out. On and off, I've been looking for this note pad for a couple months. So yay for that! I wonder if any of those scenes are worth keeping...

It's going well. Perhaps too well...

When I started in my ‘new digs’ at work, I was told that it might take a little time for people to warm to me. It was nothing against me personally; it was just that the culture of the site was a little different. People would be polite to start and would warm to me after they got used to me and I’d been able to help a few out. Basically, they’d like me once I’d proved myself a little.

It’s been almost a month now. I’m starting to feel the luv. I left yesterday with a shower of enthusiastic ‘thanks’ and waving from user’s I’d helped that day. To be honest, most of the stuff I’d done for them was all goofy stuff, stuff I normally wouldn’t have done but, out here, I’ve got the time and I did. People seem happier to see me now. My supervisor buddy is pleased that I’m fitting into this situation so well.

Something is bound to go wrong. I can feel it.

What if El Hombre de Silla 'really' wrote this blog?

Rough day today.

Broke up three muggings, destroyed the robot of a mad scientist and still had to take part in a tag-team tournament as part of my ‘day’ job. My legs are killing me, my hands feel like meat and I have this wicked bruise on my side from where the robot caught me.

Tomorrow will probably be just as fun.

In brief

- Watched ‘The Brain That Wouldn’t Die’ on Friday as part of my effort to watch DVDs that I bought three years ago. It’s a rather snappy film for being … 47(?) years old. I thought it was fun as well, playful at times. It was a MST3K movie that I didn’t need the jokes to enjoy.
- I’ve watched two Packer games this season (of two) and neither provided me with much hope. There are brief moments of happiness that get washed away in a sea of pain and misery. Steve’s depressed prediction: Packers go 0-16, Brett Favre ‘retires’ as a Packer to play with the Seahawks and Mike Holmgren again. Favre wins two Super Bowls in Seattle and retires. I’d be happy for him but jealous that it didn’t happen in Green Bay.
- Missed part of ‘Simpsons’. Enjoyed this week’s ‘Family Guy’ and ‘American Dad’ moreso than last week’s.