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Monday, October 16th, 2006 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanThis morning’s trip into work was accompanied by another 70s flashback as I trailed down the platform at Euston in the wake of "rock chick" Sandy from Grease. That was interesting enough, but my God she was thin. No, really thin.
I don’t know if there is anything smaller than this much trumpeted size zero (which does not exist outside of North America, I’m told), but she may have been it. It has always been something of a joke that some people are so thin that if they stand sideways they become effectively invisible. This girl was so thin that she reflected light back, I think. She buckled space-time with her thinness. Reality can’t cope with people who truly exist in two dimensions, so it folds back in on itself at that point.
I have the Athenaeum Club to myself this week.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ellefurtle drove home this morning and won’t be back until later in the week, whilst colonel_maxim is on a course in the Victoria area, ironically not that far from where I work, and booked into a hotel. It will be nice to have the run of the place for a couple of days, but after that I find that I start prowling around looking for someone to talk to, even if it’s only to grumble about the boiler.
Now, the boiler. There’s something to grumble about. It’s still not working properly. Or the timer isn’t, or something isn’t anyway. It will work for a few minutes when the over-ride is used, but then just sits and sulks thereafter.colonel_maxim has tried to get the boiler bloke out to look at it again, but they insist that it’s fine despite it not working. They no longer seem to be taking his calls. Tonight I shall give them a call and try to get them around again. I have two mobiles so I may be able to spin out the frustration for a little longer before they get to recognise and ignore the incoming number. If that doesn’t work, I guess a call to our splendidly isolated landlord is in order.
I wonder if space-time ruptures radiate heat. Or suck in the cold; that would do too. We could wire in one of those stick insect size-zero models to power it and if we stood her sideways on, nobody would notice. Best of all, you don’t have to feed them. Save on gas and food and have hot water unobtrusively provided.
Marvellous.
Of course, this always assumes that you can catch a zero-point model to power the system. I don’t know if it is possible to lasso a singularity, no matter how fashionable.
I don’t know if there is anything smaller than this much trumpeted size zero (which does not exist outside of North America, I’m told), but she may have been it. It has always been something of a joke that some people are so thin that if they stand sideways they become effectively invisible. This girl was so thin that she reflected light back, I think. She buckled space-time with her thinness. Reality can’t cope with people who truly exist in two dimensions, so it folds back in on itself at that point.
I have the Athenaeum Club to myself this week.
ellefurtle drove home this morning and won’t be back until later in the week, whilst colonel_maxim is on a course in the Victoria area, ironically not that far from where I work, and booked into a hotel. It will be nice to have the run of the place for a couple of days, but after that I find that I start prowling around looking for someone to talk to, even if it’s only to grumble about the boiler. Now, the boiler. There’s something to grumble about. It’s still not working properly. Or the timer isn’t, or something isn’t anyway. It will work for a few minutes when the over-ride is used, but then just sits and sulks thereafter.
colonel_maxim has tried to get the boiler bloke out to look at it again, but they insist that it’s fine despite it not working. They no longer seem to be taking his calls. Tonight I shall give them a call and try to get them around again. I have two mobiles so I may be able to spin out the frustration for a little longer before they get to recognise and ignore the incoming number. If that doesn’t work, I guess a call to our splendidly isolated landlord is in order. I wonder if space-time ruptures radiate heat. Or suck in the cold; that would do too. We could wire in one of those stick insect size-zero models to power it and if we stood her sideways on, nobody would notice. Best of all, you don’t have to feed them. Save on gas and food and have hot water unobtrusively provided.
Marvellous.
Of course, this always assumes that you can catch a zero-point model to power the system. I don’t know if it is possible to lasso a singularity, no matter how fashionable.