A Quotidian Thing

Almost. At least, time's been excessively slow for the week.

But time’s a subjective matter, and an extremely temperamental entity. Mostly, when I ticked it off, it speeds up so much that days flashes by in a blur. On the long run, it’s depressing, and foreboding.

And it can get rather free at work, particularly breaching into the evening, where I’d resort to TVTropes to pass the time. Even so, it moves in such a deliberate crawl I can feel it as it screeches like an amplified show of dragging a chalk across blackboard.

But la la la la la. Boring times do not deserve much blog space.

Will be heading to Singapore tomorrow for the first overseas press event (briefing, in this case) which, for god forsaken reasons, is making me nervous.

There’s this looming feeling that I’d take the wrong train down to KLIA, and find myself in Perlis mistaken as a foreigner assaulting a woman while insistently asking for directions. My parents would have to come and bail me out of prison.

Maybe I should go play Left 4 Dead 2 now.

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Joe Hill’s 20th Century Ghosts is quite the interesting read.

It’s a short story anthology of horror, though so far two of the three I’ve read aren’t more than poignant stories of bizarre twists. This would be Pop Art and, well, 20th Century Ghost. Best New Horror had me saying shit and, admittedly, somewhat scared.

Short story affairs were more comfortable to stomach lately; I often have such a long gap between novel reads that I pretty much forgot some of the plot and characters. In a relationship, that means you’d either have to start over, or give it up in exasperation. The one night stands with Joe Hill meant I can finish something before the night is over.

I’ll stop now. I blame Stephen King for the sexual implications (he started it. Neil Gaiman enforced it).

Anyhow, it’s very much worth mentioning that Pop Art is a story of friendship between a friend and an inflatable boy.

Other short affairs I’ve been embroiled into (I’ll stop now, I swear); Gaiman’s Odd and the Frost Giants (really only a Giant), King’s Here There be Tygers (featured in The Darkside, chosen by Susan Price, which I read over the water boiling), and whatever TVTrope article I might’ve bumped into.

My relationship with TVTrope can be accurately illustrated in this TVTrope trope about itself.

Right then. Time to head to bed. If I really end up being tackled by the police at Perlis tomorrow, I’d better be sober enough to take it.

Goodnight all.