Well, Spring got kicked in the nuts by Fall once again…
One argument about cryptocreatures or aliens’ improbable existence on earth is that no one, for the moment, is able to bring a nice clean photographic evidence, especially today with the availability of digital cameras and smartphones [cue The X-Files Theme].
But look at that. This is a fox. I kid you not. A very nice fox. It was maybe ten yards, three meters from me, lurking in the nearby field, hoping to be very invisible from that strange human on the road and keeping quiet.
You have to understand that when I’m walking at night, in order to not be hit by a drunken driver on the narrow, agricultural roads I’m using to go home or to work, I’m very visible. And by very visible, I’m meaning “lighthouse wearing a hi-viz jacket while shooting fireworks” visible. I have reflective stripes on my clothes, a very powerful red light on my backpack and a fucking 350+ lumens headlamp. And you can see on the last picture that the light was powerful enough to see the colour of the grass.
So, this is what a picture of a nearby fox in the night, illuminated by a powerful flashlight and taken by “one of the best cameraphone on the market” (Sony words, certainly not mine) looks like.
I probably won’t be able to complete my today’s to-do list by this evening.
“oh you wanted to install Marshmallow ? Please allow us to offer you this complimentary external card format !”
Quick update : it seems that files aren’t destroyed, but instead apps are not allowed to access it. So I’ve got 200+ Go of data (podcasts, music, movies, tv shows, ebooks, audiobooks…) that are just stuck, out of reach. Right now, I’m envisoning my smartphone impaled on a pick, slowly roasting over a campfire with people around singing Kumbayah.
I fried my main computer while trying to upgrade to 16.04. You know what I meant about the global lack of success in my life* ?
* on the other hand I managed at last to pair my bluetooth headset to my phone, so the day is not completely lost.
I thought my phone was broken when it told me it was snowing at 5 AM. Of course it didn’t stay, but I’m seriously not in the mood to walk to work under icy cold hard rain.
I was a little bit optimistic that day. Everytime this week I went to work by walking, I got into either violent rain or snowstorms, this last one was the strongest. I lost fifteen minutes walking in circle in a field, after having lost the road.
Due to the conjonction of several stupid reasons (the way my brain works with calendar time, a slight shift of my biological clock due to longer then shorter vacations than anticipated, summer hour change, my g-agenda failing to sync correctly at the end of March, and several other wrong factors that make me quite angry at myself), I just forgot (not exactly forgot) to go to work this morning. It’s not the best way to begin a day, since I normally take about 90 minutes to wake up and fifteen minutes later my boss called I was at the office, kickstarting brain and body with the help of concentrated cafeine and ibuprofen.
On the positive side, I just realized that even if I can take great measures to avoid unwanted company (living in a tiny village in the hills with more cows than people, waiting in the dark for people to go into their flats or outside, voluntaring for godawful tasks if it goes with the privilege to be separated from the herd, taking huge detour in the woods to skirt the lone walker on the path, driving at ungodly hours and stopping on the side of the road to let go the other car that is driving along so that I can have the whole way for me, etc.), I’m not that antisocial. I like to meet new people, just on my terms and in little amount at the time.
This is the pair of shoes I want for casual, everyday life. But I’m not sure it’s allowed to aging, balding, ugly, fat men like me.
I forgot to post it on time, but this is how I celebrated New Year at work.