April 6th, 2008
|04:14 pm - In Which It Is Discovered That Coal Dust Is Difficult To Remove|
Okay, so I haven't posted in god-knows-how-long, but I thought I'd do it now because I actually have something to write about. :)
Oh, on the health front, I've had an intestine infection, been on and off for the last couple of weeks. Augmentin is rapidly putting paid to that, which is good. I think I may have said this before, but anyway.
So, to the subject up there (*points to title*). It begins with me going to the MOTAT Military Weekend, wombling around the vehicles and chatting to the re-enactors and soldiers (including Reuben and one of his mates, with the nickname of 'Nightie' :P ) and so on and generally having a ball. I then went over to the rail-shed, intent on getting a squiz at the trains, because, y'know, they were there.
I chatted to one of the guys for a while, and (after a ride in the cab of the train), he told me that you could volunteer with the Rail Section. Naturally, I leapt at the chance. So, last Wednesday, I went along.
It was excellent, all-in-all. I was fully expecting to get dirty, and boy, did I ever! I cleaned out the firebox and smokebox on the Y-Class, and polished it up with a mix of oil and kerosene. I came out black as can be, but grinning fit to burst (which, it was remarked, looked very odd, teeth very white in a soot-stained face). I then helped with rolling the wheels under the latest train that's being restored, and then attaching them. Went home feeling very satisfied with myself.
Only when I got home did I discover exactly how 'sticky' coal dust is. It took the best part of twenty minutes in the shower, with heavy-duty soap and exfoliating scrubs and pumice to get most of it out - and even then there were still some stubborn sections that refused to shift! Barrier cream and overalls shall be purchased for next time.
Current Mood: happy
May 13th, 2007
|07:15 pm - *sniffle*|
Well, one has discovered the UNjoys of having a cold. *sniffle* The problem with having a cold is that it utter puts a stop to mental processes, so no fic, no drawing and certainly no more of 'Wandering Gun' (my current attempt at comic/manga/sequential art, title only tentative at the moment).
Top Gear's going in the background. Gotta love their assessments of cars (Seriously Uncool, Uncool, Cool, and Sub Zero). They're also trying to make amphibious cars, which are amusing. Jeremy's (a Toyota Hilux with an outboard) is going best, proving once again that they're freckin' indestructable, though many Kiwi farmers could prove that too. :P
And apparently I'm not supposed to think about Strawberry Wobblers, though Morrow only knows why.
You aren't sure where you came from. Perhaps your sire did an embrace and run. Or maybe your sire was an outcast himself. Either way, your powers are unique and really don't belong to any clan...or maybe a little from each. Because you of these circumstances, you aren't really sure where you belong. You tend to wander and do a bit of soul searching in your eternal life. Maybe some day...you have a while after all.
What Vampire Clan Do You Belong To?
*snerk* I find this highly amusing, but rather accurate. :P
Current Mood: sick
Current Music: Vangelis - Bon Voyage