Wednesday, April 14, 2004
The Longer Day
Last light at 8pm. Daybreak at 4am.
Outside, two policemen stroll in the sunlight, yellow windbreakers flourescing garishly.
Spring is upon us.
I sit, waiting for my laptop's windows to finish autoupdating, sipping my white cranberry juice, and wonder...
why the heck did I buy this stuff anyhow?
I hate cranberry. That strangely synthetic aftertaste leaves me feeling parched and... poisoned.
Oh yeah. White. Novelty. White cranberry. Maybe it'll taste different.
can anybody spell sucker. :|
*****
Today
Haircut. Situation critical.
Passion of the Christ.
Thames?
ATLS revision.
*****
The Lonely Prince
Bemused. Quite simply, bemused. Dialogue, 100% Chinese (Think China-chinese). Voice acting, 100% British.
Uh... ken. Remind me again why I borrowed this from you.
Although I have to admit, the gameplay is so simple it's rather addictive. And the dialogue is so bad it's kinda funny. (Ho! Grandfather! Alas, my son!)
And those 100% authentic Chinese acoustic effects. Dull bronze Thunks instead of the clarion call of finely honed steel on steel. Poisonous lizardfish! Hee.
Must... hold... out.
Okay. I give up. This one goes on the laptop.
Level 4, Paladin. :D
*****
Shep
aka My Laptop
Mobile Presentation Unit. Also Ennui Eradicator, for the lonely weeks / triplet shifts when I'm on nights and staying in hospital. (ie mindlessly engrossing gamestation)
Next up, initiation into the wonderful world of DVDs. And possibly USB TV-tuners.
Oh, wait. There's TVs in the on call rooms. Scratch that last.
*****
Conscience
It's strange how days-off simply don't bring the same heady high as full-fledged leave. There's always this doubt lurking in the back of my mind. I should be doing something else. Reading my ATLS instead of fooling around with my laptop. Applying for jobs.
Doh. I should be studying for my ATLS now. And filling in my BSS leave application forms.
Sigh.
*****
Echoes
Seven strangers seated at a table, speaking in, and out of turn. He, outside, looking in on them. The Voices sense a moment approaching, and before he can stop them they pounce; they seize the sitcom and slide out. It's something typicaly funny, but snide... he stifles them. Mumblemumblemumble. The speaker, taken aback, grinds to a halt, sparks and steam coarsing from his thoughts, previously in full-swing. "What?"
"Uh... nothing. nevermind".
Pause. Speaker carries on. All clear.
There. Killed. Nobody heard, or at least understood. Safe.
He looks up and meets another stranger's eyes.
Watching. Listening. ? Tasting. Amused.
Deja-vu.
Doh. Not killed then. Stupid voices.
Fly me, to the funny farm...
*****
Reawakenings?
Almost akin to an intricate dance, yet the steps are intuitively familiar. Or perhaps to a duet, except the words have always been there, waiting. Watching. Biding.
Quite irrational.
Quiet. Shh.
Last light at 8pm. Daybreak at 4am.
Outside, two policemen stroll in the sunlight, yellow windbreakers flourescing garishly.
Spring is upon us.
I sit, waiting for my laptop's windows to finish autoupdating, sipping my white cranberry juice, and wonder...
why the heck did I buy this stuff anyhow?
I hate cranberry. That strangely synthetic aftertaste leaves me feeling parched and... poisoned.
Oh yeah. White. Novelty. White cranberry. Maybe it'll taste different.
can anybody spell sucker. :|
*****
Today
Haircut. Situation critical.
Passion of the Christ.
Thames?
ATLS revision.
*****
The Lonely Prince
Bemused. Quite simply, bemused. Dialogue, 100% Chinese (Think China-chinese). Voice acting, 100% British.
Uh... ken. Remind me again why I borrowed this from you.
Although I have to admit, the gameplay is so simple it's rather addictive. And the dialogue is so bad it's kinda funny. (Ho! Grandfather! Alas, my son!)
And those 100% authentic Chinese acoustic effects. Dull bronze Thunks instead of the clarion call of finely honed steel on steel. Poisonous lizardfish! Hee.
Must... hold... out.
Okay. I give up. This one goes on the laptop.
Level 4, Paladin. :D
*****
Shep
aka My Laptop
Mobile Presentation Unit. Also Ennui Eradicator, for the lonely weeks / triplet shifts when I'm on nights and staying in hospital. (ie mindlessly engrossing gamestation)
Next up, initiation into the wonderful world of DVDs. And possibly USB TV-tuners.
Oh, wait. There's TVs in the on call rooms. Scratch that last.
*****
Conscience
It's strange how days-off simply don't bring the same heady high as full-fledged leave. There's always this doubt lurking in the back of my mind. I should be doing something else. Reading my ATLS instead of fooling around with my laptop. Applying for jobs.
Doh. I should be studying for my ATLS now. And filling in my BSS leave application forms.
Sigh.
*****
Echoes
Seven strangers seated at a table, speaking in, and out of turn. He, outside, looking in on them. The Voices sense a moment approaching, and before he can stop them they pounce; they seize the sitcom and slide out. It's something typicaly funny, but snide... he stifles them. Mumblemumblemumble. The speaker, taken aback, grinds to a halt, sparks and steam coarsing from his thoughts, previously in full-swing. "What?"
"Uh... nothing. nevermind".
Pause. Speaker carries on. All clear.
There. Killed. Nobody heard, or at least understood. Safe.
He looks up and meets another stranger's eyes.
Watching. Listening. ? Tasting. Amused.
Deja-vu.
Doh. Not killed then. Stupid voices.
Fly me, to the funny farm...
*****
Reawakenings?
Almost akin to an intricate dance, yet the steps are intuitively familiar. Or perhaps to a duet, except the words have always been there, waiting. Watching. Biding.
Quite irrational.
Quiet. Shh.
