Destinations are often a surprise to the destined

[fluffymark]

The mystery bra vanished the next day. Deeper layers of mystery upon secrets. Maybe the fairies took it back again? I wonder whose it was? Life never ceases to be odd, darling readers, just read on.

When the weekend started with the whole internet dying (well, maybe just my router, but it might as well be the whole internet), and then huggyrei moved out in a big rush, I was left in a big puddle of *stress*. Home turned into this untidy, messy place which suddenly I couldn’t deal with. A highly strung fluffymark is never a good thing, and I very nearly snapped like a um... snappy thing. I went grrrrrrrrr!

So, I went out to catch a falling star. And I kicked a lot of leaves, saw a lot of people, and it seems I also missed a lot of people (you know who you are, now where were you? *waaah!*). Danced the gloomy night away with the beautiful people, and put ever so pretty and girlie bunchies in the hair of verlaine, beingjdc and antipodienne. Now that was something fun!

And this turned me into a mindless zombie of zonk. Or something. Today I’ve been really losing it. Lots and lots of zonk. I had a strange dream in which it was of the utmost importance for the future of mankind that I turn off my bedside light, or there would be big DOOM (it made sense in that dream-logic kind of way, ok?). So in my dream, I turned off the bedside light, but the DOOM wouldn’t go away. It got worse and worse. And I was sat there struggling with the light switch, switching it on and off, hoping for the DOOM to go away, but it kept on at me, more menacing. In desperation i unscrewed the light bulb from the socket, and suddenly the DOOM stopped. And later I woke up and thought very little of this dream until sometime in the afternoon when I glanced at my bedside table. The light bulb was lying there by the lamp. It had really been unscrewed, not just in the dream. So what was that dream? Am I the only one who gets things like this happen? *scared*

Feeling fragile after all this I broke in a fit of loneliness, and flopped. Later I set to things, and got happier when I found a unsecured wifi network in range (muppets, I’m using your bandwidth to post this, haha!), and indulged in comfort food and dvds, and now home is home and safe again.

And life? It’s the things we know who make us what we are. Life is about finding out all the little secrets and the big secrets. The hidden things. Lately I’ve been finding out all sorts of secrets. This game is beginning to get interesting, so let’s see how many more I can find out while this goes on. Oh, the drama, don’t you hate it all? Just make it go away someone (like that’s going to happen??!) I’m laughing, I really am.

Comments

[emperor]

Open wireless nets are good. We have one here; I don't mind if the neighbours use bandwidth when we're not doing so, and they can't get access to the house network.

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

Ah, I should have gone to Feeling Gloomy!

I have never lost a bra and recovered it the next day, but I have lost a sock on a pavement and only realised it was mine a few days later. :)

[cassielalone.livejournal.com]

*pets the Mark*
Weird dream... at least you made The Doom stop...

BTW. Is Jellyfish sick? I've been unable to check my mail for a few days...

[fluffymark]

I lock my own wifi network, as I don't want people sniffing out my passwords or credit card number when I'm using it (although I usually use ethernet anyway at home). My lovely landlady happygoff has an unprotected wifi router downstairs, which I very occasionaly use when our router has been going strange in the past. This time I couldn't connect to that (maybe she's finally protected it?) but I found a new wifi network, presumably one of the neighbours. Of course, yesterday my comptuer decided it was time to update itself and promptly downloaded about 400MB of updates over their poor wifi link. ooops!

[fluffymark]

Yes yes yes youre really should have been at Feeling Gloomy. verlaine and beingjdc in bunchies! How could you miss that? Why weren't you there? We really missed you too! Wah!

How does one "lose a sock on a pavement"? I mean, it's not something I think would happen usually. I ask becasue it may shed some light on how someone could lose a bra on my doorstep. So, enlighten me. :)

[fluffymark]

Very strange dream indeed. Most of my dreams are rahter more erotic, so it's unusual to have one that's just doooooom! And yes, weird. Unscrewing this particular lightbulb is actually a very fiddly and demanding task and not at all easy. Very strange!

Jellyfish is very much alive and well, it's just you can't connect to her right now. Although jellyfish can see the internet via the neighbour's wifi, the internet can't see jellyfish as our router is dead (the IP address of jellyfish resolves to my home network, not my neighbour's!). I've already ordered a very shiny new router and hopefully it'll arrive tomorrow.

[cassielalone.livejournal.com]

Ahh! So desu! ^_^

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

I was convinced there would be no-one at Feeling Gloomy that I'd know (apart from beingjdc), so despite attending beingjdc's earlier birthday celebrations, ran away to catch a train. :(

The sock was lost, because I had done some washing and somehow the sock must have got caught up in a cardigan. I must have taken the cardigan out of my bag to wear and not realised that the sock had jumped out of it onto the pavement. I walked past the sock a few times before realising that it was actually my sock!

[fluffymark]

What fools we be! I didn't turn up to the earlier things as I was similarly convinced that there would be no-one I knew there. What does this say about us both?

Anyway, anytime you're tempted to come to Feeling Gloomy, give me a prod and I'll be there if I can. :)

I thought my washing machine just ate socks one at a time. I'd never considered thay might be jumping into pockets and then escaping into the wild at a later opportune moment.

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

Socks are probably hiding in all kinds of places, not just inside duvets and cardigans, but inside lampshades and on the underside of tables, waiting to leap out and have amazing adventures.

[fluffymark]

I hide under tables, and I'd know if there were socks also hiding there. I also drink tea under tables, and I'm not sure socks like tea. I tried feeding tea to my socks once, and they just ended up going soggy. I've not tried feeding socks gin, they might like that, but I don't have high expectations. I think socks are all trying to escape to sockland, where they can dance and frolic freely in great sock meadows.

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

I hope the socks make it to sockland, especially the ones that are mistreated and deserve a better life. I have witnessed the horror of socks cooked in ovens and that seems particularly cruel.

[fluffymark]

Such a sin! Cooking a poor sock in an oven! That would taste horrible, I can't imagine why anyone would do that. Ruins all the flavour. You want to boil the sock first to bring out the flavour and tenderise it, and then grill for a minute over a very low flame for the perfect finish. The sockatarians will be furious! There should be charity shops you can only donate socks to in order to find better lives for them.

[huggyrei.livejournal.com]

Sorry about the rush. Would you like me to call in sometime this week, do some cleaning and things, and have a good tidy/hoover of the spare room? I can drop off those whie t-shirts I accidentally picked up and the spare lot of keys, too!

[fluffymark]

oh! Please don't think I'm blaming you, sweetie! You've been great. And the cleaning is nothing, really, we can do that. Do come round to drop off stuff and the like - I'm cooking dinner for doseybat and yvesilena again on Wednesday, so maybe you can join us?

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

The sock was once black and it turned an odd shade of yellow after being cooked for a Halloween disco.

[fluffymark]

But but, WHY did you want to do cruelty to a sock for a Halloween party? I'm also a bit surprised it turned yellow. I wouldn't expect that at all. But then I've never put a sock in an oven. Maybe I should?

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

Definitely not something that I would want to do, so terribly cruel.

A friend's mum cooked the sock, because my friend's sister wanted to dress as a black cat for the Halloween disco and perhaps they were her only black socks and they would not dry in time? I have no idea why the socks turned yellow, but I think it is a warning against not cooking socks.

[fluffymark]

There should be a Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Socks *nods*

An oven is not a dryer. Always remember that. I wouldn't dry my hair in an oven, would I? (eeeeep! *shudders* i like my hair!)

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

If you Google for "prevention of cruelty to socks", people do mention such a society!

Indeed, drying things in the oven is a bit strange.