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desperance) wrote2009-08-29 04:35 pm
desperance) wrote2009-08-29 04:35 pm
This much random is my life
Is funny thing: I have been aware of Edward de Bono for pretty much as long as I've been aware of me; but to my knowledge & memory I've never read him, and I'm sure I've never heard him speak.
Until the early hours of this morning, when he was on my radio for half an hour uninterrupted.
God, he's dull. That kind of dull that is intensely irritating at the same time, so there's no chance of being lulled to sleep; and arrogant, and self-satisfied, and...
Oh, you probably know all this already. It can't be news. I was just - well, not quite shocked, but deeply disappointed. I wanted him to be interesting, and - well, no.
In other news: Barry has a sun-detector, that operates not only in the deepest shadow, but also in his sleep. Honestly. He was here with me in my north-facing office, and fast asleep; but then he somnambulated suddenly out of the room, and I chanced to follow him, and found him settling down again in the middle of the upper stairs, at that exact point where the first possible ray of sunlight had just found its way into the house...
In son of other news, I am writing a thank-you letter. How long is it, since I wrote an actual letter, for its own sake, sans any enclosure? No, I know you don't know. I don't know either.
In stepson of other, I had a letter this morning from my bank. Who have - to make my banking more accessible, it says here - changed my arrangements, so that my business manager is no longer situated here in Newcastle where I live, but in Birmingham. Where I do not. Great. Thanks, guys. Accessibility for the win. [Also, I still can't e-mail him. My only means of contact now is phone. No, really, thanks a lot.]
In fiancée of other's stepson, I have new phones, and nobody has phoned me. I have no idea if they work. The only thing I do know is they're too complicated for me. I gaze at the 100 pages of instructions in bafflement. When did this happen, that the world defeated me? I used to be almost a geek...
Until the early hours of this morning, when he was on my radio for half an hour uninterrupted.
God, he's dull. That kind of dull that is intensely irritating at the same time, so there's no chance of being lulled to sleep; and arrogant, and self-satisfied, and...
Oh, you probably know all this already. It can't be news. I was just - well, not quite shocked, but deeply disappointed. I wanted him to be interesting, and - well, no.
In other news: Barry has a sun-detector, that operates not only in the deepest shadow, but also in his sleep. Honestly. He was here with me in my north-facing office, and fast asleep; but then he somnambulated suddenly out of the room, and I chanced to follow him, and found him settling down again in the middle of the upper stairs, at that exact point where the first possible ray of sunlight had just found its way into the house...
In son of other news, I am writing a thank-you letter. How long is it, since I wrote an actual letter, for its own sake, sans any enclosure? No, I know you don't know. I don't know either.
In stepson of other, I had a letter this morning from my bank. Who have - to make my banking more accessible, it says here - changed my arrangements, so that my business manager is no longer situated here in Newcastle where I live, but in Birmingham. Where I do not. Great. Thanks, guys. Accessibility for the win. [Also, I still can't e-mail him. My only means of contact now is phone. No, really, thanks a lot.]
In fiancée of other's stepson, I have new phones, and nobody has phoned me. I have no idea if they work. The only thing I do know is they're too complicated for me. I gaze at the 100 pages of instructions in bafflement. When did this happen, that the world defeated me? I used to be almost a geek...