September 03, 2002 - 10:04 PM
Note to the residents of the south-western suburbs of Victoria, Australia: If you find one white linen shirt or one queen-size multi-coloured-but-mostly-pink doona cover, please return it here, care of Desk Job From Hell. Owner very worried. Much loved. Reward offered.
There was a windstorm last night.
What a lovely thing to listen to as one's head throbs dully from yet another headache (the same one as yesterdays) that's taking far too long to go away.
I woke up to the news that there's been 3 million dollars worth of damage in Victoria because of winds that got up to... get this... 132 kilometres per hour. That's 66 knots in sea-speak. Wah-hoo. It was funny to see that five Ansett aeroplanes were moved about Essendon Airport. One big plane orgy. They were rubbing up against each other something fierce.
Heh.
In other not-so-funny news, I had a blackout today.
Not of the electrical power kind either.
I fainted on the train on the way to work.
One minute I was there, the next, I was there - but a little while later.
Apparently I went as white as a sheet and just slumped forward.
I could feel myself getting sicker and sicker as the seconds passed, I remember the throbbing behind my eyes and the pounding noise in my ears. I felt the blood drain from my face as it happened. I was covered in sweat - the cold clammy kind that sick people get - and then I was being shaken and offered a sip of Coke.
I can't remember what triggered it.
All I can remotely think of before it happened is a scene in the last few pages of the book I finished reading (thank the gods) today where a fictional and gay King Richard II gets killed by being strapped down and a red-hot poker being shoved up his arse and his insides mashed to sizzly pulp.
Very graphic.
Icky.
I feel green just thinking of it again actually.
I wonder if that was indeed the trigger to me losing consciousness. But I'm not entirely convinced. I've read much worse but then again, I was so incredibly into that book.
Remember a little while ago when I said I was reading a book that dealt with Christianity and all that rot and it was very...
I can't think of the word - but I didn't like it.
I am so glad I kept reading the series.
K - read it. God and His heavenly lot get BUSTED in these books. *chuckles* I'd love to send Asshole™ a copy of them. Heh.
It's sheer blasphemy.
Sara Douglass - The Crucible series (The Nameless day and The Wounded Hawk are currently the only two out). Fucking BRILLIANT pieces of work.
It's a fiction based on real history - sort of a different dimension, but it's bloody fantastic.
Unfortunately I can't give the basic premise to let you know why the story is so good because it is such a surprise and what the second book is based on.
But yeah, if you're squeamish, don't read the epilogue in The Wounded Hawk.
Much ickiness. This is Sara Douglass' website....purrrrrdy.
