Nothing some xkcd couldn’t fix.

I went to Penang (the part that wasn’t the island, and the part people never took account of), seen the simplest wedding, and visited the great-grandmother, who’ve been doing fine, albeit that she can’t walk now, and considerably much thinner, yet could still remember the time when I’d come home from school and spend minutes lying on my back and pushing around the house.

Work is still slow, as with the start of the month, though I figure I should get ahead of the reviews and news before the Christmas rush kicks up.

Then I fell sick, sort of, by going to the Nokia party even when a budding flu kicked in, and by taking wine when I shouldn’t, and ended up home with a throbbing head (with just ONE glass. That’s it. I’m never drinking again).

Had a sleep where hundreds of different thoughts, incorrigible and fleeting, bounced around like atoms in the darkness, and I couldn’t get hold of a single one.

(One of them, though, looked familiar. The hair, and eyes, and smile, which stayed the longest, which hovered for a while invitingly, teasingly, then bounded off someplace when I reached out, never to be seen again).

Probably try to sleep early tonight. That is, if I can stay away from Left 4 Dead 2 with the clan.

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It started somewhere with a top ten list of the best sci-fi movies of the decade, which then led to the discovery of xkcd

I’ve been hooked since. Between work, I snuck in a few pages. Sometimes I chuckle audibly, which led to a lot of weird, questioning stares from the designer.

It has several brilliantly random stuff, like this:


To romantic stuff:



And some interestingly beautiful artwork:



Some of them are filled with maths, which I don’t quite get mostly.

They’ve been medicinal. Laughter always is.

(If you do read it, make sure you mouse-over the images for additional notes, which sometimes complete the joke).