Double Oh Seven I am not

because the licence that arrived today was to drive, not kill.

Pretty it isn't, but useful it will be, and puts me in an interesting position of choice. If I get pulled over in CA, I won't have a choice, I'll have to show the State licence. If, however, I get pulled over in any other state, I'll pull out the British licence and hope they let me off with a warning in lieu of them doing lots of paperwork.

Should I go back to Blighty, I'll pull out the CA version, just to really mess with their heads. In NL, I could use either the GB or CA but they'll probably still lock me up.

Happy happy joy joy.

stopping the ride

cos I might want to get off. I'm getting a tad fed up with life being all over the place and not much sign of normal service being resumed. Don't get me wrong, there's plenty of good bits - the weather, work challenges and even the simple facts that life is /not/ bad. I even found an old acquaintance of blogging, Mr Kennamatic, is still alive and kicking and that facebook might be a useful way to stay in touch with some people.

On the flip side however, I'm still 8000 or so miles from my love, which after [counts] 10 full months with less than an handful of weeks respite, is really starting to take it's toll. I didn't get into a long term relationship to not have one! It also means that this, adventure, that I'm having, is a lonesome and somewhat lonely journey. Whilst I'm comfortable in my own company, I'm a giver by nature and like to share things - life especially.

Lately I've been reading a lot of "self help", "management" and "life hacking" books and websites, and whilst I know why I chose to do this and those reasons haven't changed, I think I'm starting to better understand some of the things I value in life and the direction I don't want life, or at least parts of it, to take. I guess this is a good thing, but doesn't help with the current set of emotions.

and so....

it is true, I hate moving. Or rather, I hate the disruption and disturbance caused by moving.

Three abodes is now back to two. I've relinquished the old apartment and am now in the new one. Container was delivered on Friday, it's quite odd to be sat on familiar furniture surrounded by our things in a building that isn't ours, not to mention on my own.

Some time ago I junked my aging (not to mention dying) stereo system and never replaced it. Coming to Septicstan, I decided not to bring my cheapo DVD player and decided to splurge and buy a home theatre system that played everything. So I did splurge and a Sony DAV-IS10 was the outcome.



The tiny little speakers are about the size of a golfball and are really, quite astonishingly remarkable. For an average sized lounge area, this little box of little boxes of tricks is more than adequate. I love it.



To test it out I watched Pan's Labyrinth which, as well as having the most haunting little lullaby tune to hum along to, was a superb mix of violent gritty life and fantasy. I may even watch it again soon.

Three.

Three is a nice number. Although having three homes is perhaps a tad excessive. Today I picked up the keys to the new apartment. Very nice it is too. Container has arrived but not cleared Customs yet, so I'm still living in the corporate apartment.

Then back home in NL, the house is sitting there lonely as a lonely thing - just waiting for some renters to appear.