IF

Is the way to start the year off properly, after yesterday's (not really) hangover-induced goodbye carbs pigout session. As in Intermittent Fasting, that is. Mind you, I'm not sure it actually qualifies as a fast, but where I've seen it reviewed they say you are allowed to have as much coconut fat and cream as you wanted in coffee during the day. I lasted on that until 6pm, when I got not exactly hungry but bored, I guess. I should maybe do the fasting on a day when time is actually scarce - when you just lounge around all day cooking is such a vital part to mark the passing of the day, that all you do is think about food (at least when you're not supposed to have any).
Anyway, I made a broth on 2 onions, 1 carrot, butter and as much olive oil as I could bring myself to add before it started looking disturbing. And broth cubes, yes yes evil I know, I still use them. And then I added cream when serving :) And probably ate about half.

So although this day probably doesn't count like a fast in any way shape or form, I think I at least came very close to having less than 20g of carbs. Which makes me realize how many carbs I probably normally eat. I think maybe I need to start hunting carbs more. I do like calculations and lists and projects and the such. Shouldn't be a hardship...

Hypothesis: disproven

So I love my class, I really do (love my life also, incidentally, of which my class is a big part). Full of awesome, sweet, funny, interesting people. Even most of the people who keep to themselves are turning out to be lovely people. Some are crazy (love them too). I get out-geeked constanstly in the tech and programming arena, however.

And this is big.

None of them are sci-fi geeks. If premise 1 is programmer/tech geek and premise 2 is love of sci-fi, than this is a Venn diagram without an intersection. It's just so bizarre. I thought they didn't let you into programming courses without basic knowledge of some kind of space drama? I have to explain to people the difference between Star Wars and Star Trek.

Wrong. So wrong.

Also, t'is a bit sad. I still have no IRL people to squeal over sci-fi with. What will it take??

A confession

Also, with previous post, it is probaby time for me to admit that I have, despite certain resistance on my part, been dragged down into the swamp that is Fantasy.

I've always tried to limit my intake of dragons and warlocks to the 3 staples: LOTR, HP, and Discworld. You cannot call yourself a nerd if you haven't at least tried to read all of them and loved at least two. Or something (there's probably a proper rule for this somewhere, on a forum).

Recently when I was on holiday I reluctantly brought along the first instalment in the Tales of the Otori - one of these lengthy tales that go on and on and you can buy however so many books (or, at least 4, I think). My friend J, not aware of the disctinct scope of my literary nerdiness (hello! I'm a cyberpunk girl, I want it dark!! apocalypse now please! no bloody magic) gave it to me for my birthday. She was also going on the trip. *cough*

But I loved it. L-O-V-E-D it. I'm buying the next one. And probably the next one.

And now I'm bloody well addicted to Merlin. And Paul Gross (aka Due South mountie Benton Fraser) is going to star in the new version of the Witches of Eastwick, so I have to watch that show. Despite my sister owning pretty much every season of Charmed, I've managed to resist the lure of witch-centered shows - until now!!

I can see that this is just the beginning. It's going to escalate. One day in the not distant future I might find myself reading Terry bloody Brooks.

Yes, I know his name. You cannot borrow Sci-Fi/speculative fiction at the library without having to also browse Fantasy, as for whatever bloody reason these two sub-genres are often inappropriately catalogued together. Oh well. Might save me some time now.

Sigh.

a shitty start to a sunny week

I had a lovely weekend, which you can't really tell from this post title, I know...

The parental unit went away for most of Saturday. I was supposed to sort through my boxes in the (very small) storage space and 'make it less'. However, once I got as far as my long-sought after box of CDs from my early teens, I didn't make much more headway that weekend! Sadly I discovered they were all un-rippable, so clearly from the time before mp3-players really made their mark. I don't even use an mp3-player because of my ears, but playlists are really the laymen's way of playing librarian, and as a librarian I love making playlists excessively...
I did make some headway in re-organizing my closet, as I could do that while listening to the music (and no, I will never reveal on this blog what the music was, suffice to say I hid the CDs if anyone was coming over and then managed to hide them so well I coudn't find them for almost 10 years)...

Yesterday we went shopping at Center Syd, one of the shopping malls that has lately been re-modeled and which has now lost even those few last remnants of individuality. Every single shopping centre in Skåne now look, feel and smell pretty much exactly the same, and contain to roughly 85% exactly the same stores. It was eerily creepy and uncomfortable, not to mention soulless. I wandered around aimlessly (even I know when I've hit a limit and I was so not buying anything like all the shit I have crammed in at home), but eventually I found my way towards the sports outlets and finally found the running jacket I've been looking for forever (at a decent price).

It's perfect! Lightweight, rain-proof, with lots of reflex details in nice patterns, with removable arms and zip pockets at the front. This way I have something to keep phone and keys in while I run even in the summer when it's warmer. I bought one of those things to wrap around your arm you can keep your mp3-player or phone in, but it feels quite bulky and awkward. I also found two sports tops in nice breathable materials, at discount prices. I'm not usually one for outlets or sales, but I've discovered proper sports equipment is apparently something for the wealthy (as is good healthy food, incidentally, with the way junk is cheap and vegetables are expensive... anyhow).

Oh yeah, the reason for the post title. I arrived at a suspiciously empty train platform this morning, and was like what the heck before I even got out of the car. Dad sad it's probably because people have gone on vacation - he was almost right! The train had gone on vacation - and is taking a whopping 2 months off!! I now have to work 9-5 and not get home until about 7.20pm or start getting up half an hour earlier - which would make it 5.10am. Sucks dude! I know there are worse problems, but this one really bummed me out!

Consequently, I answered 3 housing ads today. One of them looked for vegetarians so I may stand a fighting chance!!