It's okay, Paul, your testicles are right here.
May he wither and die, and his corpse fertilize the brilliant brain it is now plaguing.
Thanks, Ben. Weirdly, while Adric will die (best case, etc) he’ll then just sit there, being all inert and lumpy, and I’ll drag his corpse around for the rest of my life. Seems weird.
Chapter Two went up today, and there’s now an RSS feed available.
In my experience, a full latex onesie is advisable.
This is never, ever true.
If a person wanted to knit you a hat, what size should they knit it, and what’s your favourite colour?
About the size of my head, I guess. It’s this big. Y’know, about head-sized. I like jewel colours: burgundy, royal blue, forest green, deep purple, etc. I do have issues with dermatitis with ‘hairy’ fibres like mohair. If someone were to do that.
I have just done an interview with a lovely reporter from The Press, which should be in on Tuesday. Best get Chapter Two sorted then. Spent quite a lot of time talking about how fucking lovely you guys are.
Enjoying it too much during treatment will confuse them.
My tattooist has kind of got used to it. I'm sure they will too.
Everyone here is working for you, to help you.
All my experiences with staff at Christchurch Hospital have been just so wonderful. I fully expect that to continue. I just have this small problem that every time my oncologist comes into a room I have to fight the urge to say, "Welcome to Rivendell, Doctor Anderson."
And I want to take a minute to just thank everyone for their kind words and support and lovely money. All of it makes a very tangible difference.
I didn't realise how much that mask would affect me too. I wrote a little about it this year (and sorry if this is insensitive).
Oh Hilary, yeah, there's something about the mask - though mine will be one of the mesh ones they show in that article I linked to. Much of this process is quite claustrophobic, and this seems to emphasise that. And I think there's something quite... because it's my head, it feels much more invasive. My head is the part of my body I identify as being most Me.
OTOH (and this is where readers of a sensitive disposition should look away) recreationally I find being restrained very soothing. I am used to being unable to move, and I enjoy it. So maybe this'll just tap in to that and I'll be fine.
You could get your brain 3d printed which would be cool.
Ooo... See, this time they've done something called a STEALTH, which combines my MRI and CT scans to make an incredibly detailed and accurate model of my brain. It would be kind of great to get that printed out. "See, here's the bit that has the ideas, and here's the bit that notices incorrect apostrophes, and here's the bit that fails to stop me saying really 'funny' things..."
I cannot remember the last time I saw or encountered a bookcase-merged-door interior design of a bathroom.
Amongst these photos, you will find one of the bookcase door that leads to the toilets at C1. That's even a public access area, which the mayor's dressing room is NOT.
Also, I just googled "luxury lair" and those are all three-seater couches.
3. It’s been a long long time since I lived in Christchurch so please correct me, but: back in the 60s and 70s you could cycle or walk through the golf course in Hagley Park. In other words there was no issue with mixed use.
Well the golf course isn't physically separated in any way from the rest of Hagley Park, so you couldn't feasibly keep people out, and I used to walk through it (the actual golf course) all the time in the 90s. The only deterrent was the sudden and apparently random use of sprinklers.
I guess among the small mercies of this horrible story is the way his friend Owen Pallet responded.
I loved that piece of Pallet's. It was sure, it was nuanced, it was exactly what we need more of. And I think it provides a useful template for other people who find themselves in Pallet's position.