Words can be fun, as any poet or punster could tell you.
Last night, Louise and I were giggling over words, and well… at one point she pronounced “necronomicon” as “necronomicron” (just one letter), which set me to thinking… well, cron is chrono… so time, and necro means dead. But also, in the language of t’interwebs, nom means food so… necronomicron would be… a broken kitchen timer.
I followed on from this, just being daft.
Cthulhu is a mispronounciation of Cathy Lou, a chef on an alien starship that landed on Earth about a gazillion years ago.
So the ship crashed, and chef Cathy Lou’s kitchen timer broke, and she got angry and has spent the last gazillion years trying to either get it repaired, or to find a new one.
So, H.P. Lovecraft was wrong… it’s not about eldritch horrors, it’s just about lunch!
Isn’t Friday supposed to feel good? You know, the end of the week, time to let your hair down (assuming that you have hair) and relax? Because if so, I must be doing something wrong.
I had planned to be out early, to get done all the chores that I needed to do and to enjoy the weather, possibly playing some Ingress along the way. Instead, I’m sitting here waiting to hear the result of an interview from Wednesday. I am of course, pretty much resigned to the fact that I didn’t get the job. I mean they told me I’d probably hear by the end of the day, and it’s now two days later and nothing. I emailed them yesterday to ask if a decision had been made, or if I could get any feedback on the interview, but it’s as if they dropped off the face of the earth.
I know, I know, no news is good news. Maybe they’re still sorting and haven’t rejected me yet, but it’s hard not to feel despondent about it. Maybe I’m just to used to disappointment.
On the other hand, Louise will be home in a few hours, and there’s always the possibility of Friday night drinks, be it just the two of us, or with a larger group. Who knows, maybe things will get better.
So the interview seemed to go well. Of course one can never be sure until the results are out, but if I pass it, I’ll have another next week. It looks like they want someone to start quickly too, which is good for me, as is the fact that it’s only about 10 minutes away by bicycle.
Well good-ish anyway.
I have a job interview this week. Not going to share any more at this stage of course… It’s something at least though, the first in a while. And the company looks like it’d be a fun place to work – if busy.
More later when I have something more concrete to share.
So welcome to the new (well moved) blog.
This is what used to be at [removed].
I got distracted from my task, and so won’t be doing a detailed write up of season 2 this time round. I’ll just post updates on twitter as I watch them…
And so ends season one. The first book in an epic saga called “A Song of Ice and Fire”.
The crowd cheers, Arya is called “boy” and pulled close to the watchman. He takes her away and cuts off her hair, telling her they are going north…