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changelingDouglas Adams died last Saturday. Could we have a minute's (or at least a moment's) silence please?
Thank you.
Despite being a cricket (krikkit?) fan, his death affected me more than the death of Sir Donald Bradman. I never really believed the latter was alive. (During my lifetime, that is.)
As an update on the Daniel funk, I worked with him last Saturday, and nothing happened. No mention of our conflict Wednesday night at all.
I was careful to keep our conversation -- or rather my queries of him -- completely shallow and superficial. I'm glad we're not fighting per se, but I can't shake the unerring feeling that I'm losing another of my friends. I'm reading through old entries of his on OpenDiary (he's one of the reasons why I'm not writing there much anymore)
and I came across the lyrics to Machine Gun Fellatio's Unsent Letter. It's one of the songs I have on my hard drive because of him. The sad thing is these lyrics (inserted above) really reflect how our relationship is going at the moment. I've been listening to a lot of music practically put on my hard drive by Daniel, because it reflects largely the place I'm in at the moment. And it doesn't remind me of him, and I don't get depressed. But I'm currently listening to this CD I bought yesterday from a band playing in North Court (the album's called They Who Built and the band's called The Grand Silent System.), and it's getting me down. I'm pretty sure that Daniel would have loved them (although I find it damn near impossible to second guess that boy), and I would have loved to talk to him about it. But I can't, partly to do with my self-imposed isolation, but mostly due to the fact that I don't think he likes me much anymore.
I'm still reading Daniel's OD as I write this, which is why I'm getting progressively more depressed. I just came across this: "But I realised how much I hate having to carry other people, and how much I resent their inability." in regards to our work. It's such a Daniel trait, but I possess it too. I hate people being unable to do their job properly. In a call centre like ours, it's vital everyone pull their wait.
Thank you.
Despite being a cricket (krikkit?) fan, his death affected me more than the death of Sir Donald Bradman. I never really believed the latter was alive. (During my lifetime, that is.)
As an update on the Daniel funk, I worked with him last Saturday, and nothing happened. No mention of our conflict Wednesday night at all.
- I try to talk to you
can't get past the weather - Unsent Letter -- Machine Gun Fellatio
I was careful to keep our conversation -- or rather my queries of him -- completely shallow and superficial. I'm glad we're not fighting per se, but I can't shake the unerring feeling that I'm losing another of my friends. I'm reading through old entries of his on OpenDiary (he's one of the reasons why I'm not writing there much anymore)
- yeah I try to talk to you, somehow you seem gone forever,
I try to talk to you, somehow you seem gone... - Unsent Letter -- Machine Gun Fellatio
and I came across the lyrics to Machine Gun Fellatio's Unsent Letter. It's one of the songs I have on my hard drive because of him. The sad thing is these lyrics (inserted above) really reflect how our relationship is going at the moment. I've been listening to a lot of music practically put on my hard drive by Daniel, because it reflects largely the place I'm in at the moment. And it doesn't remind me of him, and I don't get depressed. But I'm currently listening to this CD I bought yesterday from a band playing in North Court (the album's called They Who Built and the band's called The Grand Silent System.), and it's getting me down. I'm pretty sure that Daniel would have loved them (although I find it damn near impossible to second guess that boy), and I would have loved to talk to him about it. But I can't, partly to do with my self-imposed isolation, but mostly due to the fact that I don't think he likes me much anymore.
I'm still reading Daniel's OD as I write this, which is why I'm getting progressively more depressed. I just came across this: "But I realised how much I hate having to carry other people, and how much I resent their inability." in regards to our work. It's such a Daniel trait, but I possess it too. I hate people being unable to do their job properly. In a call centre like ours, it's vital everyone pull their wait.