Marvelous Mister Possum-Who-Lives-In-My-Roof

Life from the point of view of the possum who lives in my roof:

"Well, first of all, they're pretty good at sleep time until the weekens, not too noisey. Not too noisey, that is, until saturday and sunday roll around! Banging around the house at all hours of the day, and I'll be damned if there's even a thing as selective insomniacs! I do have to admit, though, that a favourite past time of mine - a hobby, if you like - is waiting just until one of them has gotten into bed. Then, directly above them, start to frantically run about, all the whilenever leaving the range in which they can hear me. Classs-icc. Especially one, it just annoys them to no end! Ahhh, the joys in life."

- And that's where I got interupted by a friend, thereby taking me out of the possum-mentality zone and leaving me ineffectual to finish this post.

The Automatic Teller Machine Machines

"Wow, that atm out there is like a machine"

Good Ole Drafty the Text Message

Well, since we last met up there's been rather a lot of good old 'drafty the text message'. I've also recently discovered where the notes application on my phone resides. But really, it's all too hard to go all the way down to 'Tools' and then select 'Notes'... Too much effort. So text message it is, clogging up my drafts, along with bonafide genuine draft text messages such as:

"To -------,
So does sun sound"
[End of draft in case you were wondering]

Maybe somone asked me the time. Maybe I forgot what was actually said in the text that I was replying too, or maybe Sunday actually didn't sound good so I probably shouldn't suggest it.

The Target Catalogue had Justin Bieber under teen fiction. Thank. God.

A nice stream of consciousness one now:

Wow, people talk really loud on phones. Then again, didn't I? How funny. And then some people just always talk loud. Even when who they're talking to is standing right in front of them.

Like that lady. Poor man. Shouting to him and he's not even a foot away. God, I don't want to know about the development that just wasn't happening in ---- and standing as far away as I am her voice has only just reached talking level. Poor man.

And then there was the really bad mosquito day...

The corpses around me,
are of my own making

I did get pretty quick and cruel that day, not to mention morbid?

Well, that clears the backlog somewhat. Cheerio!

Lingers

"The lingering smile that wasn't meant for the stranger you happened to accidently make eye contact with"

Seriously good and bad consequences to this one. I don't mind too much when it's a gentle appreciative smile (to someone's comment not to stranger) but every now and then some poor stranger will get the manical grin of utter hilarity.

Engert

"Engert the mysterious passerby. You may not see him but chance provides his purposeful gait as a background everytime something rather important happens in public."

Ignomo

I've got a real backlog of these, so bear with me.

"Ignomo the private. The most fearsome pirate in the world. He'll attack and before you can say 'arr' he's given you purple hair.

I mean, I love purple hair as much as the next person, but, well maybe I didn't want purple hair, s'al!"

Drafts, my most gentlemenly of saviours

When waiting alone for lecture, tutorial or workshop, or happening past a scene I don't particularly want to be seen as watching, out will come The Phone. As a member of gen Y this is but a natural and easy response to say "hey, yes I am alone. But no! I defy you to say I'm really alone! How can I be alone when I am obviously in commuinication with a number of friends?" Which translates to a reality for me meaning that as a result of not wanting to waste credit or wear thin the patience of friends, out comes the draft text message.

Cue the aforementioned "the grout" which happens to be an old friend of the dear draft text.

Or, after following somone for five minutes - who fortuously happened to be going to the exact same place as me - this gem of ennui

"Sheep have a surprisingly enviable time of it, really."

What can I say, I was feeling rather sheep-like. And, to tell you the truth, in the sleep ridden stupor that I was occuping, mindless following was actually pretty damn good.

I have a nice feeling that this wont be the end of the draft text message, at all.