The Lair of the SlowFox

This entry comes to y'all from my brand new different office. Yep, yesterday finally saw the phone line being connected in my target abode, so I shifted across to take up residence in the new office. The transition's been mostly seamless: still awaiting the phone extension to be mapped - the phone itself is live, but has a different extension to my old office. A request is in for the latter to be mapped to the former, so that I end up with no change, but for the time being I'm coping with the lack of telephonic contact, rest assured.

The new building being at the opposite end of the site to Castle Fox, walking home and back during lunch to check on Mali has become impractical - it was borderline before, but the extra 5+ mins each way pushes the logistics firmly into indulgent territory, so I'm back on the bike. However, secure parking is something of an issue, and I may need to investigate my options on that score (I'm explicitly forbidden from bringing the bike into the building {Reg 4(e) applies}).

The only other downside is the lack of a printer. Since we are hardly ever required to print, and really I only ever print out the daily Killers, I'm not sure how much fuss I can legitimately make... might make more sense to get a printer for Castle Fox, but the trouble then is that I find that any printer gets such insufficient use that the cartridges dry up before they run out.

In other news (quite literally), congratulations clearly due to yvi on the 300 support points that dw_news announced in the weekly update! :D

My unwatched DVDs are starting to build up: I've got BSG S4 and Prison Break S3 to watch, plus True Blood S1 should be arriving next week - Comradette K DVR'd the first episode of True Blood for me a couple of weeks back, and that on top of the bookses constituted sufficient evidence for me to plump for the discs there and then. Flicking back to BSG and Prison Break, both of those will then have only a single season outstanding for me before canon is closed, so it sort of makes sense to complete the set...</justification>

It looked like a nice morning yesterday, as I rode in. The rain didn't start coming down until lunchtime. More specifically, until I'd set off on the ride back to Castle Fox to check on Mali.

After about 200 metres, I was absolutely soaked, and heading back to work to wait out the cloudburst would've been pointless (and soggy), so I just resigned myself to a drenching and spun the pedals onward.

I have been wetter riding back - I vividly remember one lunchtime where I literally poured water out of my shoes once back at Castle Fox. This time wasn't that bad, but I did have the full wet-(work)-shirt effect going on as I rode along Chants (too hot for my radio-active, retina-frying bike jacket).

I walked in for the afternoon, and I'm on foot today, as the forecast is for more of the same later. It's not that I don't like riding in the rain - that's fine, really, it's just that riding in work clothes in the rain is definitely sub-optimal, and it's not that far to walk, just takes a little longer.

Switching topics, I finally read Eoin Colfer's Artemis Fowl - I've read the graphic novel a couple of times, but this was the book proper, and 'twas a lot of fun. I think it's The Arctic Incident next, but the library didn't have that one in, so it'll have to wait a bit.

I also managed to read the graphic novel versions of Terry Pratchett's Colour of Magic and The Light Fantastic. This time my ordering was the other way around - I'd read the first two discworld novels ages ago (as in, in the 80s) - and bits of the story weren't quite as I'd remembered them. But quite entertaining (and obviously quick reads) - I may give Pterry another chance, then and explore Discworld a bit more.

However, at the moment, I'm torturing myself by trying to read Breaking Down, sorry, Breaking Dawn, the fourth of Meyer's sparkly vampire romance fics. Fortunately, Castle Fox has a dearth of sporks^*, since otherwise I may have felt compelled to impel said implement into my eyes... although I rather suspect that too much more Meyer and said eyes are going to start bleeding of their own accord...

* but if I were to possess a spork, it'd probably be a titanium one.