I don’t like holding babies in my lap because they usually start crying and I feel like it’s my fault. They should have a disclaimer plaque hanging around their neck saying “Don’t take this personally, but you’re just not my Mommy or Daddy.” *waaaaah*
Or maybe it is my fault but the parents say “oh, it’s only a phase” …
Yesterday we had Grandpa’s 80th birthday dinner. We all were there: us and all Dad’s sisters with their families. One of my aunts asked if I could do a homepage for her, and if course I could! The website is done now (apart from her critique and my adjustments accordingly). It’s pretty exciting 
I’m going to be the webmistress because she doesn’t have a Internet connection at home (and I understand about that stuff, she has “heard about a resolution and something called jpg” 
).
Anyway, I don’t have anything to say really, I just wanted to post the following quote I read yesterday in the car (on the way to the dinner) and bookmarked it with a Jesus brochure I found in my pocket 
Quote of the day:
“Space-lag,” he [Ford Prefect] said, “is very bad for sub-clauses.”
— Douglas Adams: So Long and Thanks for All the Fish
Now there’s a nice random image code for my fanlistings in the right column. The first one is the newest FL I’ve joined and the following two are randomly picked fanlistings. Hopefully they aren’t the one and the same very often
(Who spots the first 3 in a row? Take a screen shot and send it to me )
I’m completely totally utterly knackered. I went to bed at 10:30 last night (like I mentioned in passing in the previous entry) but at 11:35 I was still awake. Tonight I’m going to watch Stargate so maybe I’ll be tired enough to doze off almost immediately. Hopefully.
@ 13:08, July 1
ooooh, I got 2 out of 3
First of all, Happy Birthday Grandpa!
Yesterday I managed to catch some sort of a cold by sitting my back to the back door of the bus. A slight breeze came from there, actually so noticeable that I thought the door was open. This morning, when I got on the bus I, of course, got a coughing spell.
No use in sniffling either, there’s an awful stench of paint here, and I can smell it. Guess who’ll have a headache by the end of the day. \o_ thaaaat’s right – I
I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut (or fingers tied) to let one day pass without blogging…
@ 13:14
¿Qué? “Wrought” is the past tense/past participle of “work”
I don’t understand II and a half
– why people ask questions and won’t bother checking with Google first (I’m referring to “stupid” questions on a translators’ mailing list)
(- why do I go to bed at 10:30 pm in order to get more sleep if I’m still awake at midnight…)
Blue! Can you imagine?! Uhh… I think my feet are numb.
Never buy socks after work. I honestly didn’t notice they were blue (instead of black, duh) until this morning when I read “navy” in the barcode sticker. I hope no one notices… my socks flash like neon signs: “freak freak”
Today I have to go buy some *properly* coloured socks.
Another interesting smiley in an email from a professor: < =o\ There was a happier version < =o] of it in an email some time back. Some more I don't understands: - slash fanfiction or any fanfiction for that matter... or maybe some, but not the "let's force a romantic relationship on these two characters cause there must be something in the air even though this is a scifi/horror show and not a damn The Bold and the Beautiful" kind (a la X-Files shippers). To be honest, I don't care about other tv shows (etc.), but Mulder+Scully shipper fanfiction I *really* don't understand - people who throw their trash on the ground - people who mix they're, their, and there (in writing!) [edit: added 28 June] - people who wait *with their finger on the Stop-button* in a bus until they've reached some good spot before they can push the button - people who think I have "please, do cut in line" written on my back - people who read on the can [/edit]
Updates: Read The Little Prince (Dad had got it from “his English teacher” ; some business English course) and finished Unreal II today. Made a card for my little cousin (literally ‘little’, 4 yrs) whom we are visiting tomorrow
Didn’t have work today (hurraah!!) and I slept for almost 13 hours.
And yesterday, I did leave at 2pm. I have my opening statement sketched in case they drag me to court…
Updates: the buttons and links to the 3 newest fanlistings I’ve joined — found in the right column
Had a Memento moment this morning (oh yeah, I watched Memento yesterday. I bought it “ages” ago…). I came to work thinking (OH! Another thing… I’ll tell about it soon) I need to wash my hands (there was a hobo in the tram; could smell him 3 meters away) so, I walked by the toilet on the way to my room. When I was going to get my daily water I thought “doh, I forgot to wash my hands” so I went by the toilet again. But, the sink was wet and there was a paper towel in the trash. The building is pretty empty this early in the morning (and probably everyone is already on holiday — although I did notice our study councellor was here and she should be on holiday). So, I think I washed my hands the first time around after all.
The other thing. About.. 2–3 weeks ago I saw a guy in the traffic lights with a backpack that said “Jack Wolfskin” and “X-File” on it… I have no idea what that backpack was about… And every morning since then I’ve remembered that I should google it and every morning I’ve forgotten about it by the time I get to the department. But NOW, now I will remember it.
*goes off googling*
OK, so, it’s some actual product name. Most of the sites are German. That is just so odd. Why choose a name like “X-File”?
A new word I’ve learnt recently: vanilla – basic or ordinary
I was reading Black House in the bus today (on the way home) and there was this short passage that somehow got to me. I don’t know why. But it’s unbelievably sweet.
Scenario: Jack Sawyer (familiar from The Talisman) is meeting the wife of Fred Marshall at a mental hospital. The elderly woman is one of the patients and a nurse had told Jack about her condition before they (Jack and Fred) went in.
“Especial–” Before he can finish the question, an elderly woman with a lined, sweet face appears beside him and touches his shoulder.
“Excuse me.” She tucks her chin toward her throat with the shyness of a child. “I want to ask you a question. Are you my father?”
Jack smiles at her. “Let me ask you a question first. Is your name Estelle Packard?”
Eyes shining, the old woman nods.
“Then yes, I am your father.”
Estelle Packard clasps her hands in front of her mouth, dips her head in a bow, and shuffles backward, glowing with pleasure. When she is nine or ten feet away, she gives Jack a little bye-bye wave of one hand and twirls away.
— Black House by Stephen King and Peter Straub
@ 21:31
Joined Greymatter fanlisting
I just got to work and the first thing I do is go get cold water from the … water… thingy. On my way there the Libraryman came. Quite a library man: probably 2 meters tall, bearded, crazy hair (Einstein-style), a black beret, and a handbag. He said good morning to me 
Last week the cleaning lady was just polishing the corridor in which “my” room is and she also said good morning Very kind people I must say. Maybe they had noticed me before and realized I’m a “regular,” e.g. yesterday I left from work at the same time with the Libraryman (Libraryman, Libraryman, Libraryman, Libraryman, Libraryman — I wonder if he’ll come kill me now… Oh, sorry… that was *Candyman* 
).
Oh well. I’ve also said good morning to the janitor but that’s because I had to do key business with him. Twice. (I changed rooms on the first week.)
Oh yeah, I finished reading Carrie last night. I gave it * * * *