Whining noises.

No, nothing much to see here I'm afraid.

It hasn't been one of my better weeks. I figure I should list it, so I have some sort of benchmark. A whine-o-metre, if you will:

- A truncated weekend. Sure, I got to see Lee Kuan Yew and pretty, pretty girls. To one, I was paparazzi scum, and to the other, "that ogling weirdo with the dinky camera". And I suffered the most devastatingly patronizing laugh at one of my attempts at humour I have ever heard. It will haunt me for some time.


- A brief rest, and the week starts proper, with my going to the dentist. He proceeds to drill my face off. Dentist-chair pain is unique. You feel intense, immense pain from a tiny drill that makes a horrible, horrible noise. While staring up at unblinking eyes and semi-invasive lights, alien-autopsy style. Then you pay an obscene amount of money for that pain, and thank them profusely. My heart flutters at the thought of the impending wisdom-tooth extraction.


- I ask her out for a drink in one of my rare, free-a-little-earlier evenings. We sit down with nice beer on a cool night with lovely weather, at an intriguing Jamaican-themed pub with soft reggae music playing.

And she tells me she thinks we should "see other people".


- We submitted a near-completed copy, that really looks quite nice, of something that has dragged on about three months and counting. At the review meeting, we go over the twenty thousand changes that must be made. I'm not complaining about the work. It's there, and I'll do it. But nineteen thousand of the changes look to be made by a geriatric monkey. Who only speaks French. Three other projects must also be done.

They were all due, of course, two weeks ago.


Just the major bits, those. The week is quite far from over, as what can happen in a day shows. The Saturday should be spent catching up with what we've got to do. And some event is coming up on Sunday, though I don't know if I'll have to go.

It's a vicious cycle of coffee, cigarettes and ploughing through rather thankless tasks, right now. I'd like to get smashed silly, but as usual, am running on broke. And not too many...fine, no one to do it with. So I play Maple Story when I get back. Same face-numbing effect, but no trying-to-walk-in-straight-line fun. And zilch chance of drunken debauchery.

Well, not that the last was ever quite possible. Can't pull that off, no.

Oh, I fully understand there are people in the world living far, far worse lives than I am. A better person would square his shoulders and start setting everything in place.

I make whining noises. Like the dentist drill.

So there you have it! The new site starts, virtually indistinguishable from the original. Ceterus paribus, except the address and the title/sub-title. Don't diss it, you have no idea how long it took to come up with those four words. Though, we should not rule out the possibility that other people would be able to do it in two minutes, and I'm just incompetent.

No fanfare, no champagne, no confetti. Just a sort of...whimper.

I apologize.