Icelandic Photos
I took over 120 photos over the weekend. Lucky for you I only have a free Flickr account, so here are a few of the best ones.
Labels: iceland, photos, travel
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Back
Iceland was cold, wet, and gray...
... and I loved every minute of it.
More soon, once I get the pictures uploaded.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Terse and Boring Stuff
Mum has had her gall bladder removed and is recovering after a slight longer-than-normal stay in hospital. Eating fatty, fried foods not recommended, so her diet cannot go back to what it was before she fell ill, but at least she can eat again. I had some unpleasant Cronenberg-esque body-horror nightmares the other night that seemed to be inspired by thoughts of having internal organs removed.
Speaking of organ removal, we rented Transamerica the other night. It was very good.
Steve Irwin died. That's a bit of a shame.
Cleaned the flat a bit.
On holiday in a week. Woo.
No time for site redesign.
No time for Noisecast either, but I feel the need to rectify that very soon.
We saw Devendra Banhart play at the weekend. He was very good.
Discovered the other day that some enterprising soul has Elite for the Gameboy Advance. This makes me very happy indeed, though docking is proving to be a bit of a hit-and-miss affair with the DSLite's d-pad. It's still a thing of beauty - I've always wanted a portable version of Elite. The only thing that would be better is a proper DS version, with the scanner and things on the bottom screen and a stylus-based interface for trading and whatnot.
Blogging as momentum-gaining for further writing scuppered by bloody-minded refusal to write proper sentences.
Blogger API now incompatible with w.bloggar, it seems. Bum.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Bagger
Last Sunday I went hillwalking again, and bagged my first Munro by climbing Beinn Chabhair. It wasn't a bad day, even though it had rained before we arrived, required a lot of squelching across boggy marshland to get to the bottom of the hill proper. Getting muddy was all part of the fun, though. Sadly, my camera ran out of batteries, and I had to make do with taking inadequate photos of the amazing scenery with my crappy cameraphone. It was hard work, and I arrived home completely exhausted, being, as I am, exceptionally unfit, but there's a definite sense of achievement, also.
One down, 283 to go, then.
This next week will be a busy one, culminating in our trip to Iceland. The flat is a total state, and since we've got a friend coming over to look after the cats while we're gone it could do with a tidy up. Plus R needs a jacket and some decent walking shoes, we're going to see A Scanner Darkly tomorrow afternoon and Devendra Banhart in the evening, and we might get along to the Indian Summer festival on Sunday, if we have time and funds. Jings.
Feeling in a bit of a rut today, though. Partly it's cyclical, but it's exacerbated by the state the flat is in and the stalled projects that time and inspiration have put on hold. I was writing an article about The Wicker Man for Diskant, which I hoping to get finished before the remake came out. That was yesterday and it's still not done. Grrr...
Labels: movies, music, scotland, travel, walking
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