I know, I know...my propoganda has come to a grinding halt, but even future dictators get writer's block (although we usually have our spindoctors, er, eliminated, for it). So in the interest of assuring you all that I am alive, here is a little roundup:
Where am I?
I'm sitting at my desk, waiting for the Fuhrer to finish up pg 1, so that I can collect the newspaper and send it to the printers before I get a worried phonecall from them, tsktsking about printruns and distribution.
What am I doing?
You mean, other than quickly scrolling through the windows I have open on my desktop to pretend I'm working? Nothing.
What is next on the list?
It's either going to be collect, distil and send, or make a cup of tea and hide out with the admin staff. I'm leaning towards the tea.
What have I been listening too?
A group called The Weepies. Their discordant harmoniousness rules.
What have I been watching?
A lot of crap on DStv that I would usually refrain from, but it's there.
Where do I find the time?
Well, I'm dogsitting in a big-ass house and that much space is kind of making me nervous. And a little paranoid. And a little insomniac. So, I've been watching a lot of Wildlife SOS and Pet Rescue in addition to slavering over BBC Food. And Supernanny. And It's Me or The Dog. The latter make me worry about the future of humanity and plan my island sanctuary in more detail.
And when you're not watching crap?
I'm reading Cold Mountain and admiring Jude Law in my head. Lord of the Rings is up next. Again.
Immediate plans for the future?
To go home. Enjoy my day off tomorrow. Eat my colleague's sundried tomato and pesto dip. Put petrol in my car. See the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie. Watch a dvd called Gaia for work and write a pithy review of it. Remember to go back to my place to pick up my shampoo and said dvd.
Next week, we're back with a vengeance with a review of Cold Mountain, a transcript of the phone conversation I intend to have with the dog on Saturday and perhaps pics of the entire "putting a newspaper together" process. Never say I'm not devoted to the education of the masses.
PATTOTE: Better living, through, um, something. Sorry, the situation of spindoctor is still vacant. And takers?
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I'll be the spindoctor any day. Anything to get on the PATTOTE island. I want to go hide out too, my thesis supervisors have discovered my current whereabouts and are expecting a complete second draft tomorrow. Fuck! All-nighter!
All-nighters...something I really don't miss about varsity. That and dawnies. Did it take an entire crack team of supervisor enforcers to find you? Or did they just trail you through the stacks at the library, and spring a sneaky trap involving a long awaited reserved tome? Wait, I know! They saw you besmirch the reputation of sub-editors everywhere during the failed spelling bee. What was the word anyway?
So where is the promised review of Cold Mountain? And the pics of "putting a newspaper together"?
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