horns of wilmington's cow

By anth

Out of the Dark

Peering out
Into the light
Soon heading off
Taking flight

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Came close to using this 'Cerberian' portrait, but in the end liked messing about with the same effect as a couple of days ago (I promise, seriously, there'll be something different tomorrow and I won't be in it!).

So, one more day closer to the weekend, one day less still to work before the holiday begins next Tuesday. But why is it that whenever it gets close to the last day for a couple of weeks all the little problems that people have had sitting on their desks make their way to my desk? And trust me, if you can ever avoid it you really do not want to get involved in Romanian bureaucracy.

But, despite the best efforts of our chums in Bucharest I've gradually got through things, and (touching wood, crossing fingers, and selling my soul to satan just to be on the safe side) I should have the worst of everything dealt with. Of course two weeks away is plenty time for either a project to catastrophically fall apart, or for people to ignore what I've sent them completely meaning I'm pretty much where I started.

On a total tangent (c'mon, you were expecting it - so where's this going? Smurfs skiiing? The take over of the world by surveyors? Showaddywaddy?) I was speaking to someone today about being attractive. Pretty (if you'll pardon the pun) much as simple as that. Or rather the fact that, as was discussed in that goddawful movie When Harry Met Sally, people seem to think that men and women can't be 'friends'. There always has to be an undercurrent. But why?

I've had some funny reactions to being honest in the past. Telling someone they're attractive, you must want to get something out of that? Well no actually. I'm perfectly happy, I'm just speaking to a friend for crying out loud!

The flipside to this is a gay friend who, after coming out at uni, and sensing we might be a little uncomfortable at first, declared that he didn't want to shag any of us because we were all too ugly and he had standards.

I felt strangely offended and disappointed.

Go figure.

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